[color=D6CC88]"I can't control when I See things, either.  There's patterns, but...I'm just guessing."  Her voice was small, but Amuné was a little annoyed with the woman.  And here she'd just been thinking maybe she wasn't all bad.  "Sometimes I See helpful things...sometimes...."  The girl didn't sound very sure.  "Daddy says Seers can protect people, but I couldn't even protect him."  She shivered, and quickly tried to think about other things.  Taliya was trying to be reassuring....  Amuné took a deep breath as directed.

"No they're not!"  So much for being calmer.  The girl stamped her foot.  "And don't you say mean things about my daddy!"  She folded her arms and scowled.  "The Magi in his tribe, they're /nice/ people.  They keep the tribe safe, and they help train [i]begleimaat[/i] like Wyth, and maybe the legends aren't all true but they're based on truth!"  She paused, frowning again and lowering her head.  "Heroes aren't just Magi...and I didn't say all Magi are good, I know better now...but magic is a gift.  We're not supposed to use it for bad things.  That's wrong.  But it's non-Magi too that are bad.  They're the ones that hurt Daddy...."

She trailed off, and was glad for something else to focus on.  Permission granted, she put her hand flat on the book and closed her eyes, trying to reach out with her magic.  "They're...hard to hit...."  The young Seer spoke softly, her face scrunched in concentration.  She'd not had time to read the entry, and she was clearly doing /something/, a faint shiver of magic indicating the effort.  "But if it gets...worn out...or if you surprise it, then it can't...can't...."  Her expression shifted to one of confusion.  "...A church?  This isn't -- no don't!"

Amuné jerked her hands away from the book as if burned, nearly overbalancing as she stumbled backwards.  She looked sick, clapping a hand over her mouth, breath coming in gasps.  "They killed him," she whispered, looking at Taliya with eyes so wide they looked like they might pop out of her head.  "Ran him right through.  They just...."  She looked for Wyth, wanting the comfort a large, protective animal provided, and a single unsteady step brought her to his side before her knees gave out.  She was exhausted.  First the sudden vision, and then trying to use her magic on purpose, and she didn't think she could stand again even if she hadn't been shaking.  Wyth stuck his face under her chin and she gave him a halfhearted scratch.  "Why do they hate us so much, Taliya?"  The words came out wavery and almost too quiet to be heard.  "What did Magi do, that people will hurt us and the Church wants us dead?  Why can't they just leave us be?"[/color]