Evangeline winces and covers her ears, as half the refugee camp turns to see what the commotion was about. Upon finding it was neither food, or a fight, they quickly return to their every day drudgery.
Slowly she uncovers her ears. Thankfully, in this case, she's never had the keener sense some of her kind were prized for. "I..." She clears her throat, "Sorry."
"I'll do my best." Taking a deep breath she closes her eyes, and focuses on the aether. She could feel it, barely, and takes stock of what she has to work with. Earth and Fire were strongest here. Earth pulsed upwards, the dusty sands of Thanalan lacking the living topsoil of other areas and did not impede it. Fire too, beamed down from the sun, a steady stream of aether suffusing the land with warmth and energy.
Wind, too was present, and with it, lightning. The dry air swept across the camp, pushed by the currents of wind aether, eddies of lightning aether appearing as small pockets. Evangeline smiles softly to herself, finding a sizable reserve of lightning in her own messy hair.
Water was harder, but as the breeze shifted, she could feel it. The interaction of fire and water always threw water aether into the air, such as when the sun baked the small river and oasis nearby.
Ice was... no where to be found, and not surprisingly. This worried her slightly, in Ishgard she had used it primarily for wounds, slowing the blood, and stabilizing the wound long enough to heal.
She finally exhales, feeling the aether of her breath. "The Aether here is unfamiliar to me. You'll have to guide me."
Evangeline calls upon earth, "First let's stop the bleeding..." concentrating, she pushes it into the wound, the gentle force of earth pressing the two sides together, almost like a chasm closing. Pausing, she opens a single eye, nervously, "Does that hurt...?"
Slowly she uncovers her ears. Thankfully, in this case, she's never had the keener sense some of her kind were prized for. "I..." She clears her throat, "Sorry."
"I'll do my best." Taking a deep breath she closes her eyes, and focuses on the aether. She could feel it, barely, and takes stock of what she has to work with. Earth and Fire were strongest here. Earth pulsed upwards, the dusty sands of Thanalan lacking the living topsoil of other areas and did not impede it. Fire too, beamed down from the sun, a steady stream of aether suffusing the land with warmth and energy.
Wind, too was present, and with it, lightning. The dry air swept across the camp, pushed by the currents of wind aether, eddies of lightning aether appearing as small pockets. Evangeline smiles softly to herself, finding a sizable reserve of lightning in her own messy hair.
Water was harder, but as the breeze shifted, she could feel it. The interaction of fire and water always threw water aether into the air, such as when the sun baked the small river and oasis nearby.
Ice was... no where to be found, and not surprisingly. This worried her slightly, in Ishgard she had used it primarily for wounds, slowing the blood, and stabilizing the wound long enough to heal.
She finally exhales, feeling the aether of her breath. "The Aether here is unfamiliar to me. You'll have to guide me."
Evangeline calls upon earth, "First let's stop the bleeding..." concentrating, she pushes it into the wound, the gentle force of earth pressing the two sides together, almost like a chasm closing. Pausing, she opens a single eye, nervously, "Does that hurt...?"
