Aelia moistens her lips, her hand finally moved from her quiver's strap as she looked between the orc and the young woman. [color=00aeef]"I... I think I'm in,"[/color] she replies, a small, gentle smile spreading on her face. [color=00aeef]"Do I need to get any special training or walkthroughs?"[/color] she then asks  her eyes mainly on Talia. Sje looked at the woman in front of her deeply, her mind wandering to the point not so long ago where the young woman had healed and revived the gazelle with the simple touch of its head. How was that possible? Magic wasn't alive, not anymore, it belonged with the stories of her ancestors who conquered continent after continent, before Ebonfort took over and came to rule supreme. She knew she shouldn't pry but she didn't care, since when did the young woman have a filter anyways?

[color=00aeef]"Earlier, you healed the gazelle, more then that, you revived it, how? Magic... magic is dead. It's long gone, only stories now so how do you, a simple huntress, have the power to heal such creatures?"[/color] she asks, taking a step backward, what had she walked into?