Peiter grinned as well, placing his hands on Sabine’s hips as he leaned into her kiss. “Well, I suppose we couldn’t really do a sword lesson in here, and it [i]would[/i] be nice to actually have some light.”

Slightly reluctantly, Peiter pulled back away from Sabine and sat up straight. By this point, they had been practicing long enough that Peiter could actually cast simple spells, though with no small amount of concentration. He closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, then charged as much alteration energy as he could through his hand in front of him. Eventually, the magic coalesced into a stable ball of magelight. Granted, it was dimmer, and would be shorter lived than anything Sabine could create, but it did completely illuminate their small tent. 

“That’s better. So, what first?” Peiter asked.


Ma’tanza nodded briefly before looking down. [i]”Yes, we have spoken about it. Neither of us really know what is going to be asked of us. If our clan’s warriors are joining in the attack, then S’nishi will definitely be there, but it is not so clear for Ma’tanza. This one is a combat mage and knows how to fight. She is still an apprentice to her mentor, but she has been training for years and is hardly a novice anymore. She is just as good, or even better, than some of the clan’s other combat mages. But…Ma’tanza isn’t officially one of the clan’s protectors. She never intended to fight for a living. This one may be ordered to join the fight, but she could also have a choice for what to do.”[/i]

Looking back up, Ma’tanza stared into Tzirret’s eyes with no shortage of uncertainty. [i]”If Ma’tanza does have a choice, what do you think she should do? Should she join S’nishi in the fight, or stay back in safety and help heal the wounded? This one knows you don’t want to decide for her, but she does want your advice.”[/i]