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EliteCommander"Horn, actually. Tzirret made this a while ago," Tzirret blurted out. His ears twitched and already, his mind burned; that wasn't what she had asked. That doesn't help anything! "It's...the reason is..." At least five different points tried to leap out of Tzirret's words at once. Rather than panic, Tzirret took a quick breath, relaxed his tightened brow, and decided to start from the beginning. "It is a long story."
Nervously, Tzirret looked away and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. He started off speaking through nervous bared teeth. "Look...you know when Ma'tanza said that Tzirret was not as nervous as he said he was? Well, back in Bruma, and up until a short time before he met Ma'tanza, Tzirret was...much worse." Tzirret slowed down and lowered his hand from his neck. He gave Ma'tanza a glance and a light frown, but did not keep eye contact. "After being turned, he was afraid of almost everything. His beast spirit, Hircine, talking to people, undead from under the clan home, everything. He was even afraid of carving things like this, because carving anything reminded him of when he was turned." Tzirret shuffled one foot lightly on the ground. "That only really began to change when he set out for Elsweyr with the champion's pack. There were many times where Tzirret had to face terror, so he learned much on his own, but Gallus and La'khay also helped him with other things."
Tzirret's gaze went to the pendant. It was easier to speak now that he had a direction to go in, but he still felt like his knees could give out at any moment. He spoke solemnly and carefully, "This pendant is carved from a horn of the minotaur Tzirret killed. It was the one time in his life where he rose above his fear. This one had wanted to give it to La'khay because she helped him so much with his confidence, but when he tried, she told him that she didn't deserve it. She...um..." Tzirret was not bothered by skipping the details of La'khay's involvement. He was more worried about the fact that his explanation was reaching its purpose, so he hesitated.
Tzirret looked into Ma'tanza's eyes as he breathed in and brought his other hand up to hers. "She made him promise to give this to someone who deserved it. Someone kind and...ehm..." Tzirret tripped over his words and took another shaky breath. "S-someone that he loves."
It had all flowed out like water, leaving Tzirret's mouth suddenly dry. He let the words linger for but a second before he looked at the pendant again. He spoke with a tone caught between relief and defeat, his ears half perked, "He would like to fulfill his promise."
With that, Tzirret closed Ma'tanza's hand over the pendant.
Now that he was done, Tzirret closed his eyes and braced his emotions for Ma'tanza to respond. He could have gushed about why he loved her. He could have gone into more detail about how much the pendant meant to him. However, he felt that he had said all that was needed. As well, he had managed to do it without bursting into tears.
Sabine nodded again, before looking back at the tree. The thought of making the biggest storm spell that she could actually brought an excited smile to her face.
The cold mist gently flowing from Sabine's hands began to thicken as she lowered herself. Her hands hovered over one another near to her torso as the magicka flowed into a small, concentrated ball of whirling white condensation. Frost actually began to cover Sabine's hands and wrists as the cold spread, but she didn't seem bothered. More and more power flowed into the spell up until Sabine had no magicka left at all.
As if tossing a heavy stone with all her might, Sabine shouted through grit teeth as she projected the frost storm in front of herself. The ball she had made expanded into a huge sphere as it moved forward, spinning with freezing wind like a window into a blizzard. It was at least two metres in diameter, making it difficult to escape, but it moved much slower than Sabine's ice spikes. Still, its devastating effect was immediately apparent as all the ground that the sphere 'rolled' over was coated with thick, stiff frost and a dusting of snow. Everything its path that could freeze did so in an instant, even the water in the air.
The sphere appeared to pass through the tree, but more accurately the tree was parting it. There was even a creak as the water in the wood expanded suddenly. An entire section of the trunk was covered in white ice. The water from the partially melted ice spikes had flash-frozen into slick rivulets. The storm travelled a short way further into the woods before dissipating, leaving the rapidly melting path of snow and frost as the only evidence of its passing.
Sabine shook the frost off her hands and blew onto them with her mouth wide open to warm them up. "I have never made one that big before. I never tried." Sabine seemed happy with herself, but then again, she would never cast a spell in combat that would drain all of her magicka at once.
Nervously, Tzirret looked away and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. He started off speaking through nervous bared teeth. "Look...you know when Ma'tanza said that Tzirret was not as nervous as he said he was? Well, back in Bruma, and up until a short time before he met Ma'tanza, Tzirret was...much worse." Tzirret slowed down and lowered his hand from his neck. He gave Ma'tanza a glance and a light frown, but did not keep eye contact. "After being turned, he was afraid of almost everything. His beast spirit, Hircine, talking to people, undead from under the clan home, everything. He was even afraid of carving things like this, because carving anything reminded him of when he was turned." Tzirret shuffled one foot lightly on the ground. "That only really began to change when he set out for Elsweyr with the champion's pack. There were many times where Tzirret had to face terror, so he learned much on his own, but Gallus and La'khay also helped him with other things."
Tzirret's gaze went to the pendant. It was easier to speak now that he had a direction to go in, but he still felt like his knees could give out at any moment. He spoke solemnly and carefully, "This pendant is carved from a horn of the minotaur Tzirret killed. It was the one time in his life where he rose above his fear. This one had wanted to give it to La'khay because she helped him so much with his confidence, but when he tried, she told him that she didn't deserve it. She...um..." Tzirret was not bothered by skipping the details of La'khay's involvement. He was more worried about the fact that his explanation was reaching its purpose, so he hesitated.
Tzirret looked into Ma'tanza's eyes as he breathed in and brought his other hand up to hers. "She made him promise to give this to someone who deserved it. Someone kind and...ehm..." Tzirret tripped over his words and took another shaky breath. "S-someone that he loves."
It had all flowed out like water, leaving Tzirret's mouth suddenly dry. He let the words linger for but a second before he looked at the pendant again. He spoke with a tone caught between relief and defeat, his ears half perked, "He would like to fulfill his promise."
With that, Tzirret closed Ma'tanza's hand over the pendant.
Now that he was done, Tzirret closed his eyes and braced his emotions for Ma'tanza to respond. He could have gushed about why he loved her. He could have gone into more detail about how much the pendant meant to him. However, he felt that he had said all that was needed. As well, he had managed to do it without bursting into tears.
Sabine nodded again, before looking back at the tree. The thought of making the biggest storm spell that she could actually brought an excited smile to her face.
The cold mist gently flowing from Sabine's hands began to thicken as she lowered herself. Her hands hovered over one another near to her torso as the magicka flowed into a small, concentrated ball of whirling white condensation. Frost actually began to cover Sabine's hands and wrists as the cold spread, but she didn't seem bothered. More and more power flowed into the spell up until Sabine had no magicka left at all.
As if tossing a heavy stone with all her might, Sabine shouted through grit teeth as she projected the frost storm in front of herself. The ball she had made expanded into a huge sphere as it moved forward, spinning with freezing wind like a window into a blizzard. It was at least two metres in diameter, making it difficult to escape, but it moved much slower than Sabine's ice spikes. Still, its devastating effect was immediately apparent as all the ground that the sphere 'rolled' over was coated with thick, stiff frost and a dusting of snow. Everything its path that could freeze did so in an instant, even the water in the air.
The sphere appeared to pass through the tree, but more accurately the tree was parting it. There was even a creak as the water in the wood expanded suddenly. An entire section of the trunk was covered in white ice. The water from the partially melted ice spikes had flash-frozen into slick rivulets. The storm travelled a short way further into the woods before dissipating, leaving the rapidly melting path of snow and frost as the only evidence of its passing.
Sabine shook the frost off her hands and blew onto them with her mouth wide open to warm them up. "I have never made one that big before. I never tried." Sabine seemed happy with herself, but then again, she would never cast a spell in combat that would drain all of her magicka at once.