It all starts with first impressions(Satara)(Past)

[Madoc Hawk]

Singing Mountain Clan
Singing Mountain


Focus, control your breathing. The mental state of a young man, well a young slave spoke across his mind. At first he thought he should slow down a bit, but now he didn't want to. Wood after wood, piece after piece was cut by the individual the slave. Sweat falling from his brow and beads of sweat rolling across the corners and smooth edges of his body until it found a rough spot and then just broke apart entirely. It was a rather humid day outside, given a task by those who commanded him. The slave had never disobeyed and order from them. This life he didn't find hard, nor even painful. The slave through his earlier years being born into this life was hardened at much younger age. And while those who were placed into this life later in their life. The man had found himself at a point to help them, while he never made friends with them he did give them some counsel as he could. Sometimes they would accept it or reject it. Either way them accepting it mattered little to him, he offered what help he could and by his own right he felt that to be the right choice.

The slave kept to himself for most of the day especially on this day. He hardly talked to anyone apart from the occasional newcomer from time to time. However with that being said, the slave had also taken a keen interest into the abilities displayed by the members of the Singing Mountain Clan. During his time here had seen enough to pique his interest that he wished to learn these traits. The slave was never sure if they could teach their abilities, powers to someone of his stature. He soon found out several times later as he was rebuked several times, today marking the third time. The slave wasn't upset or angry, he just wished for something more than this. He knew it was out there somewhere, he just had to find it. Whatever way that could be, or if it was something that would be stumble upon him. Either way, twilight he hoped would be on the horizon soon, figuratively of course.

The loud sound and snapping of wood could be heard still, as the axe came down hard against the log and it split in two. Again and again, over and over, not in an angry way, but more graceful then ever. The slave dressed in a brown torn tunic with a dirty tattered white shirt as an undershirt was all he wore. Covering up what was important as for the rest he hardly cared. With a firm slam down to the side of the tree stump being used as a workplace the axe stuck there. The slave moved to the side and started to place the logs onto a small cart nearby for further transport and some distribution throughout the village. After several minutes he placed the last piece onto the cart and he turned around and took a long steady deep breath. He used the back of his hand to wipe some of the sweat from his brow as he continued with what he was tasked to do.

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

She couldn't breathe. The elders demanded and demanded. She was their clan mother at this young age, barely in her twenties, barely a knight for a few years. A precedence had been made in her case so young, the Clan Mother's only child left without her mother. Her Aunts had assured it sure, their own Elder status and the Hawk last name, allowing them to play the game they desired since the moment their own mother passed them in the line of succession. Now she was truly alone. Her father dead at her hand, tricked by her Aunts. Her Aunts and advisers dead at her head by sheer force of rage. Now there was no rage, just loneliness. Emptiness. The Elders didn't see or maybe they just pretended not to see as they pushed her to do her duties. Duties she never asked for herself. She was too young then, she was too young now. And she was alone.

The young Witch ran away from the stronghold. She didn't stop until the voices quieted down. She'd really stopped hearing them the moment she left the council chamber but in her mind they still talked, their words echoing over and over. Their demands, their commands. Had they no regard for her young age, for her inexperience. All the choices she had made in the past, she knew now they were guided by Winona and Shadi. They were not her own. With their, it seemed like she was ready for the task forced on her. How wrong she had been...

Finally, Satara stopped, her palm resting just beneath her ribcage as she tried to center her breathing. It was just too much. And when it was too much nothing good would come of it. She had felt what had happened that night. The confusion, the anxiety, the pain, the anger, the rage, the rage. It all happened in a flash, her emotions exchanging at the speed of the light. After what had happened, Satara was so scared of what was inside her. Much of her mind was still unmade on what had happened. She had so much to understand. Like, where... where did the darkness come from? How could she even be capable of such thing? Nona Zaltana had been wise, Ma'dri had been compassionate and true. But she... she had darkness. It scared the girl.

Not once did she notice at first that she was not alone. What she was running form was behind her, her mind solely focused on calming herself down which seemed like the most difficult task in the world right now. She didn't notice the company ahead, she didn't hear the sounds of wood, she didn't focus to feel the presence of another, her mind still centering herself over her presence, trying to push what was driving her mad right now...

@[member="Madoc Hawk"]

 

[Madoc Hawk]

"Just a few more." The slave muttered under his breath as he continued with the chore. The axe raising high in the air and coming down with a swift,yet powerful strike delivering an almost smooth surface to the inner surface of the logs now cut in half. After he soon realized he wouldn't be able to put anymore onto the cart he slammed the axe down into the tree stump surface again. Turning around on his heels, he knelt down and started to half logs and place the ones remaining on the cart. His hands moved up slowly to rub the side of his neck, attempting to remove the soreness that lingered from previous days work.

That was when he heard the rustling at first. Then the small snapping of twigs and leaves nearby that shook the slave from his concentration and from his duty for a brief second as he glanced over just enough to see a girl standing nearby. In his own self righteousness it looked like she was in distress...of sorts. He didn't happen to glance over for no more than a second had he have realize who it was, and whom it was to be. For a few precious seconds the young slave didn't say a word, he raised up slowly and then placed the last of the half logs back onto the cart.

The slave could see it from the first glance, that she was breathing heavy. At which being him he wished to do something, to say anything. But also in his mind, by what right would that have given him to say such a thing. Or to say anything at all, for that matter. Then as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, he had remembered something that always seemed to help him. The slave glanced to the side in her direction but didn't dare look at her.

"You have to focus on a good thought, a good feeling, a good emotion. Just that single thing, that single good entity whatever it may be. Trust in that to keep you." The slave said, trying to make sure everything was in a final order. He wasn't going to say anything else unless asked too. There was much to his words than just that, you had to read between the lines to know fully well what that was.

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

And not until the voice reached her ears did the girl realize she was not alone. It wasn't in her head anymore. The voice had come from ahead, a male voice. None of that came from recent memories. The slaves did not speak, the council was formed of solely women. Before, there was the voice of her father that would speak to her, take her into his arms. He was family. He had rights no other male was allowed to. But Satara had taken that from herself. There was no more male voice to speak to her.

Expect... one had just spoken to her. Mismatched eyes, one blue and one green look up then, finding the slave not far from her. He wasn't looking at her but instead somewhere beyond her. His words returned to her mind. His advice? Had the slave just given her advice? Satara blinked. It wasn't possible. And still, the voice soothed her mind so and she did as he told her, reaching out for a happy thought, a good feeling, a good emotion... her mother came to mind. Whether on its own on or at the tone of the man's voice, it had worked. An image flashed through her voice, a memory. A good memory and the feeling surrounding it.

For the first time today, Satara could feel herself inhaling a deep breath. This one didn't feel like it met any trouble along the way. Instead, it went in, coursed through her lungs freely and came out as she exhaled.

Her gaze refocused on the young slave again. Winona would have snapped at him now, demanded to know where he found the right to address the clan mother. She would have remained quiet in it all, thinking her Aunt had been right. It had never come to her mind why she had done it other than to protect her. The though vanished from her mind quickly though. He had helped her. "What's your name?"

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[Madoc Hawk]

If he would have known then, what he was about to figure out of the course of several minutes. The slave might have thought a moment or tow longer about what he said. Perhaps, maybe reconsidering speaking at all. Then again, the more he thought about it, he would have still said it regardless. While he was a slave, and never went against or disobeyed those that were higher than him. Sometimes the smallest of words and the smallest of actions could move the heavens. As he was about to be in the process of being on the move and to start distributing this when he heard her voice move across the grass towards him at which the slave's brow furrowed a bit as he slowly started to turn.

Madoc wasn't expecting, nor did he felt that he deserved any time of recognition from anyone. But as he turned to see fully, in full form who it was. He was frozen for a moment or two and slowly took a deep breath. Had he had know he was addressing the Clan mother he would have definitely kept his words closed off. Anyone, much less a slave would be caught speaking about such things. Especially to the head of the singing mountain clan, but here he was standing he had done what he did. He wasn't going to take back those words. He would apologize for speaking out of place though. This was something that he could do, and anything else if the Clan mother wished such. The slave cleared his throat and he slowly dropped to one knee, kneeling before the Clan Mother.

"Ma'tra....forgive me...." The slave responded quickly, his eyes moving up to meet the unique eyes of the Ma'tra. "My name is Madoc."

@Satara Hawk

Ma'tra-Clan Mother

 

[Satara Hawk]

It was odd. While she waited for a response form the slave, Satara's mind went back to Winona and Shadi. Things they would have done at this type of moment. It rarely happened but it was them who handled things. They handled everything, she realized. Even when it seemed like the young Clan Mother made a decision, they were more behind it than anyone would ever truly know... or perhaps they would find that out now. They had to...

She blinked once and looked at the slave again. He addressed her by her title. She hated that word more than anyone ever knew. First, she was fascinated by it when she was so little as her mother reigned. Then she began to resent it because it kept her away from being a child. And it just grew. The first time Satara knew such a dark feeling was when she truly gave into being a Ma'tra. It always kept her chained, locked in her little invisible cage. A prison.

Another deep breath. She needed to forget the meaning the word represented for her and focus on what she was being told. The slave had asked for her forgiveness. For speaking, of course.

Madoc. His name. It was was what she has asked of him. Satara exhaled and walked close to the man. Her breathing came by easier now. Madoc had been right. A feeling was necessary. And if she put aside what her Mother had been and the fact that she had been the first to prepare her for the role she now took, Satara knew she loved the deceased Witch. It helped. "Thank you, Madoc," she said in response. She didn't comment his words from before. She neither forgave nor refused to. She found no need to it now when her mind acknowledged him to be right.

@[member="Madoc Hawk"]

 

[Madoc Hawk]

The slave glanced to the ground for a brief moment and then looked back up to her and at first was unsure of what to say. She had thanked him, no one had ever done that before. There had been many times with those he marked as his equal, with dealt with other slaves. Hardly did he ever get thanks from those that were higher than him. The fact that it came from the Ma'tra, the clan mother was the one to give him thanks. The young slave then showed a small, yet not quite unafraid smile.

"I'm happy I could have provided you with good, true words." The slave acknowledge her breathing slowing down, and her demeanor and attitude towards him didn't suggest anything other than good counsel. That in itself was a sign that it had helped her, in some way shape or form. And to the slave, as long as he helped those in need. He always felt good things would come to him, no matter how bad or hopeless things seemed to be. Madoc glanced back to the cart that had the pieces of lumber on it and then looked back to the clan mother. He knew that he had a chore to finish. Regardless of his meeting with the Ma'tra, he didn't want to use that as an excuses to shirk from his duties as a slave.

"I must go, I have a chore to finish..." Madoc said slowly at first, as if he was hesitant at what to say. "If I may, remember that good memories, good thoughts, they can save your life..." The slave slowly bowed his head in respect towards her and Madoc slowly rose to his feet. Unsure as to why, perhaps it was the kind words that she gave him, in the simple form of Thank you, Madoc a small smile appeared on his face. "They save my life everyday..."

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

Perhaps it was her that had given him so much liberty but Satara wasn't used to slaves speaking so much, to seemingly be so open and free in their communication to Witches. Could have been just her though. The few slaves that were allowed to work for her either were mute or just never dare utter a word. And here this young man was, speaking to her like he'd never heard of Winona or Shadi Hawk, like he was somewhat of his own man... his own soul. It was odd. It was then that Satara took a good look at him and realized something she'd never seen before. Golden eyes. Not once in her life could she remember seeing such a thing. She was sure of as much.

He spoke again, making her mismatched eyes look at his entire face. Most of the time she had been taught not to look at slaves in the face. They were beneath her, she remembered her the very few lessons she received of his kind. Or perhaps was it all males? Winona seemed specially concerned of keeping her away from all of the opposite gender. At first she had thought it was because she found herself superior to them but now when she had taken a better look at Madoc, a though flashed only briefly through her mind. He made her think of other slaves and free men, ones that had been chosen, she remembered her parents. Perhaps Winona would have jumped to this one as well all because she feared anyone else could ever influence her over her. Yes, it was fear, no doubt.

"And thank you again. Though good memories are hard to come by...," she said quietly to him before he suddenly noted needing to finish his chores. It happened then. Her mind screamed at her suddenly. In a world where she was left without allies, a person to offer good advice with no demands of their own and even accepting the fear of being punished due to his status... it seemed impossible to witness and yet here this young man was. "What is it that you do, Madoc? What is your primary role in the clan? Or do you belong to a Witch?" Satara suddenly asked as the slave rose to his feet, ready to retreat.

@[member="Madoc Hawk"]

 

[Madoc Hawk]

That's when you make new memories...

The voice whispered through his mind. That of course he didn't say. While the slave would always speak his mind when it came to the defense of good, and then pursue to stop evil in the presence of enemies. Here however, the young slave felt that he had no enemies. He just live life as he could , figuratively fighting each and every day so that he could truly live one day. That above all else was worth the fight, and speaking his mind was a trait that would always be a strong one at its own right.
Regardless of the consequences....

While he tried to remain quiet most of the time, sometimes it didn't work that often. Especially when the clan mother was asking questions. He had hardly been spoken to other than the occasional witch giving him a chore or other such duty. Then again there were other slaves that he would communicate with, but this encounter was one of a completely different nature. And as she spoke again, asking another question or two. Madoc didn't look back to his cart, but he just gave a small nod of his head.

His eyes moving to meet that of her own again.

"I can do whatever it is, that is requested of me. I can hunt,build,scavenge,scout." It was at this time he gave a small gesture towards the wood stockpile. "And on occasion when it is needed I can chop word for the Singing Mountain Clan. I belong to no one, and yet everyone who is above me, that request something of me. That is whom I serve, and you..."

At which, curiosity had risen in the depths of his heart as he looked upon the eyes of the clan mother, and he couldn't help it. "Forgive me, but why is it....Good memories, are hard to come by....?"

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

Hunt, build, scavenge, scout and even chop wood. Though he seemed to be at the disposal of all Witches. Satara found that odd. Most slaves even if they weren't owned then to be controlled or fed by a single family. Not that his case was unheard of but far more had Witches they served more than others, those that they referred to as their Mistresses. "Oh odd," she merely said. Even slaves deserved protection of a Witch. It came with a price of course, as all things in life but still, it was better than being tossed around like that. "What of your parents? Do they belong to someone?" It was possible Satara felt a bit bad for the situation she was told of.

Curious subject. Truth was, Satara knew little of slaves. She knew of the few around her, others she had seen around the clan. She'd assumed until now each had a Mistress or a specific calling. Of course, all lessons of it came from one source so it was no wonder she was so limited on the subject.

His own question surprised her. Before she could think of the question, her own question came in quickly: "I'd assumed it was well known... or at least that the slaves talked about these things when nobody was looking?" She wasn't fishing for information or out to punish anyone. She had really assumed as much. Witches talked among themselves so why wouldn't the slaves?

@[member="Madoc Hawk"]

 

[Madoc Hawk]

When she mentioned his parents, the slave's gaze moved to the ground for a few seconds as he thought about that question. The truth was, Madoc couldn't remember his parents. Considering he was born into this life as a slave. He had always assumed they were around somewhere. If that was the truth then he might have seen them once ore twice before. He himself had seen many slaves come an go during his earlier years and now. If they were here, but they didn't wish to see him. Or maybe, they were dead. Surprisingly Madoc wasn't upset, he wasn't angry, or sad. He felt deep down in the pit of his stomach that he would see them again, in this world or in the next.

"I truly don't know where they are." Madoc responded easily enough, and with a good enough answer.

Madoc looked into the eyes of the clan mother as she spoke. He had heard many things said, many he didn't want to repeat. He did however wish to offer his condolences for her pain and suffering, that was something he knew that he could do.

"Many words can be said across the tongues of slaves. The further it reaches, the further the story can be weaved into something that it is not." Madoc gave a slight dip of his head and that was when he placed his hand over his own heart, and even then he could feel his heart beating at a very normal pace. A pace that hardly ever moved, given his calm and collected demeanor.

"Whatever words were said among those slaves, I didn't pay much attention too. I'm an individual of truth and...." Madoc started to say and then stopped for a brief moment trying to find the words that were in his heart. "Whatever tragedy, or burden has overcome you right now. That causes you this..pain. Feel...Let it go, there are much greater things in the universe to hold on to, than pain. Light,happiness,faith,hope...." He often thought that he might have said to much, than again he spoke his mind whenever it was needed and warranted.

Forgive me, for saying what needs to be said...

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

He didn't know. Satara thought of it for just a moment and realized the unknown felt like far worse than knowing and missing. At least she possessed few memories with her Ma'dri she could treasure among others and she had a man to call Pa'tre. Yes, not knowing felt like a worse fate than hers. "I'm sorry to hear that...," she merely said. She'd been the one to bring it up and now she wasn't too happy with herself that she did.

The choice of words for the talk amongst slaves made her smile a little. Such was with words. The further they went, the more twisted they were from what they originally started out as. "Such is the power of human tongue. No tale is the same as it was in the beginning once it's been through so many of them." It wasn't so just with slaves, Witches did that as well. The tales children were told now were different from the ones she heard from her mother. They all tried to keep it as original as they possibly can but the imagination of minds played tricks easily on them.

An individual of truth and... she was curious to what he had left unsaid in his words but Satara chose not to ask right in this very moment as he suggested to let go off the pain and focus on the greater things of the universe. Their ancient laws said to not give into emotions at all or they would be consumed by it. But here this slave suggested the opposite, to let the good in rather than the pain. Not to let it all go. "Allya would not agree with you," Satara told him, though she didn't argue him herself.

When the dark feelings were clouding her mind so, she had no choice but to consider his words. But as her mismatched eyes kept on the slave, she heard words to come in her mind but she did not see his lips move. Her head tilted slightly. Had she imagined it? In her mind he had asked for forgiveness but that was not the issue. "How did you just... did you just....?" Witches said their magic came from words, from chants. Satara didn't believe this to be true as all the history of their world told her that Allya herself was once part of a different order, an order that didn't need words. She'd proved them wrong already though it was a simple task, moving an object with her mind, without the words of the spell being spoken. It was a big feet for her, yes. But to watch a slave look back at her and hear his words in her mind.... she could not believe it to be possible...

@Madoc Hawk

 

[Madoc Hawk]

Madoc bowed his head again when she said that she was sorry. He hadn't ever really thought to much about his parents, earlier on in his life he did quiet often. He wondered who they were, what they would be like. Then he came to the simple conclusion that if they were like he was, then they were good people. Rumors and whispers were highly abound when that day came to pass. Madoc wasn't entirely sure, but he kept to himself during that time. Until he would realize the truth and deeds of what happened. And who better to tell it, or to hear it from, than the one who lived it.

"What would Allya tell me to do...?" Madoc whispered softly and that was when he noticed again that perhaps she had seen something, or maybe it was something that he did. The slave looked around slowly, as if he was expecting so see someone else about before them both. There was no one in sight though, just them two.

"Is everything alright?" The slave whispered softly to the young clan mother.

I should return to my task...I may have lingered here too long... The slave thought, and unbeknownst to him. He was projecting these thoughts in an outward manner, to that of which the were breaching the mind of the young clan mother without him ever knowing it. He never felt himself to have any sort of power, or abilities. Apart requesting to be taught certain things and then being rejected it all aided in his conscious mind that he didn't have any power. So as this was happening, he was completely unaware of it.

"Everything is going to be alright, just if you could. Remember....what I.....spoke of..."

 

[Satara Hawk]

What would Allya tell him to do? Satara considered those words briefly after she'd heard his voice in her mind but her answer did not come to her. Not when she needed to understand what had happened, how it had happened... was it even real?

And then it happened again. He spoke of returning to his task, that he might have lingered here too long. And it was all just in her mind. His words did not come through his lips. Satara blinked.

She'd heard his words spoken after that but Satara remained on what she heard in her head. "You... how did you...? How did you learn to speak through your mind, Madoc?" She finally asked, her face reading nothing but a serious expression now, with a hint of curiosity which just as real as her concern for what she was witnessing.

@Madoc Hawk

 

[Madoc Hawk]

She spoke to him, and give the look on her face. She was dead set on finding out what he was doing. Truth be told, the slave wasn't even sure he knew what he was doing.

"I don't know..." The slave responded quickly enough. Many things had happened throughout the course of one's life that was a defining moment in their future. While up to this point he wasn't sure when exactly that day would come. Something was calling to him that told him today was possibly that day. If not a stepping stone to that life that was calling to him from afar.

"I don't know how it happens. I'm not even sure how I'm doing it. I'm thinking thoughts in my head, and if you say so, you are the first one to speak to me about it."

The slave took a step forward, as almost an offering. "Please, tell me what I can do?"


@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

Satara had missed it. Something so vital it wouldn't seem possible if she'd actually thought about the possibility. Madoc had helped her push the dark thoughts from her mind with his advice but just by talking to her he had made her forget what made her feel that way in the first place. He'd made her forget about her parents and her aunts, what she had done and the dark cloud hanging over her. All her energies focused on the issue of the slave speaking through his mind and if she'd considered it, she would have assumed it was because of the very subject she wasn't thinking of her own troubles anymore.

But she didn't ponder on it as her mind wondered of his skill. One he knew nothing about, something that just happened, according to him. He wanted her advice, help his skill. Satara was actually more curious on how it had come to be since Witches with far more trained skills weren't able to do or would accept even possible. Slaves weren't trained though, males especially. Those beneth females, with clear purposes and nothing more. The magic was believed to belong to the females alone. Allya had brought them magic to save them, taught them. Not once a male was considered. But here before her stood a man capable of speaking ot her mind. It shouldn't have been possible after all they knew. And yet it was.

"They don't see it. They can't see it. It shouldn't be against all our customs...," the Witch quietly spoke. More to herself than to the man but still loud enough for Madoc to hear her. "And yet... I heard your voice loud and clear in my mind. Clear as when you speak to me." It was certainly something remarkable to the girl. But she was one to defy accepted knowledge. They told her they couldn't do magic without words being spoken. She was far too young to have taken lives of two powerful Witches. And yet here she stood, able to prove both were wrong. If she ever chose to speak of it.

And then it struck her, clear as day. What had to be done. "You need to be trained. You need to harnass this skill. Not only that but if you have this, you have the potential for even greater things. I shall train you." It was more of a command, from a long upbringing. And yet, Satara, looking into those golden eyes, couldn't help but ask the man: "Do you accept this?" It was no longer a command, but an offer. Satara had never trained anymore and yet, this man's face, his eyes, made him ask rather than command, rather than opressing his free will, she wantd to give it to him.

@Madoc Hawk

 

[Madoc Hawk]

And there it was, the demand, the offer....The slave had been waiting for something like this to happen for the longest time, and now it seemed the eye of the storm had finally reached him. His clouded vision was clear for just the few precious moments that he needed in order to to see the right direction in which to travel, and it had been granted, offered to him by the Clan Mother herself. This exact moment that he had been waiting for his life, it was now finally laying before his feet. The young slave wasn't going to take it and run with it for as long as he could. This was his test and his chance to prove himself and to prove what he had been feeling for most of his life.

"You offer this, Ma'tra." The slave took a few more steps towards the Clan Mother and offered a small smile, he bowed before her a deep bow before looking back up to her.

"I accept this with much humility, thank you."

@Satara Hawk

 

[Satara Hawk]

She did not move or in any way react to his question. Yes, she offered this. That much was clear. Perhaps it was new, it certainly was to her. Other than with her own family, Satara had never done such a thing and the last time she had a chance to do, she was a small child. It was... oddly refreshing.

Mismatched eyes watched as the slave approached her but her attention quickly returned to the golden eyes before he bowed down for a moment, speaking, accepting her offer. He accepted. The slave wanted to be trained. Satara found herself to be smiling at that point. It was unfamiliar. This man had just accepted to be her student. Him being a slave aside, it sunk in for the female that she had just become a trainer. Which was a first.

"Good," she plainly said.

But that was the easy part. Everything that would come from now one would not be. She had no clue just how much he knew, even in theory. Clearly, he had no actual training but whether he knew much about spells, Satara had yet to find out. "First things first." With those words spoken, the Witch began to move, slowly circling the man before she paused at his side. "While you have no training, obviously, you must have noticed things. Spells and such. Even if you don't know the exact name." It was common for young Witches to notice things from their older siblings and the like, even when they weren't fully aware of it, the mind of the young were like sponges. And the gift of any slave, to Satara, was being capable of observing things and people around them without being noticed. Satara was curious first to just how much he had gotten on his own.

@Madoc Hawk

 

[Madoc Hawk]

A great many things had caught his attention and his eyesight as he travesered this land of magical and mystical energy. Sometimes it wasn't just the spells themselves but much more than that that provided its own magic. The wildlife, the grass, the rain as it fell. Often a rock placed in a certain way or even a tree in the distance. As the slave pondered and his mind drifted to these places in his mind. What she asked moved its way through his mind again, he looked up towards the Clan Mother and cleared his throat.

"I've seen many things. Manipulation of elements, just briefly. I've seen things move without being touched at all by a physical being. I've seen bruises and cuts on a hand, or shoulder heal within a matter of seconds."

Madoc bowed his head once more to Satara. "I've seen a great many things."

@[member="Satara Hawk"]

 

[Satara Hawk]

And she had been right about him, about his powers of observation. It sent her back to a happier time for the briefest of seconds. Her father was a slave his whole life. He would tell her of things he noticed, all the world around him and not one of them, except for her mother, bothered to acknowledge his presence but he was always watching. Always taking in. Madoc was such a man. That was a good start.

"Good," the clan mother merely said before he mismatched eyes focused on the pieces of wood Madoc had been collecting. Her lips moved, as the words quietly came out: "Dai poteri delle streghe prima di me, mi viene il potere sugli oggetti, mi il potere di muoversi come vedo in forma!" A chant to move small objects with her mind, her body feeling the magic fill her entire being. One of the pieces rose from the ground and moved towards them. As soon as it was in front of Madoc's feet, she lowered it back to the ground. "The simplest of spells... but sometimes the most useful." She pointed out, looking back at him. His first lesson in magic. Easier to pick up but still, as each first spell, the ritual of the Trial by Fire would be necessary. "I assume you know how the Trial by Fire works, yes?" She asked quickly.

@[member="Madoc Hawk"]