The fire mage frowned.
"My concern is that, if transference takes place, damage to the receptacle could destroy not only the girl, but anyone near her. The potential for disaster is high."
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The fire mage frowned.
"My concern is that, if transference takes place, damage to the receptacle could destroy not only the girl, but anyone near her. The potential for disaster is high."
"If you attempt this in her current frame of mind, I've no doubts that you would most certainly be correct. She must be comforted and safe for any chance of success."
Thinking on this, Itege continued.
"What are her surroundings like? Is she near water at all?"
"There is always water at hand in the Academy."
Galix nodded energetically.
"Fire may be our medium, but we're not so full of hubris to think that it won't burn an erring hand."
The priestess smiled at this.
"That is a comforting thing to know then, and very useful. I would have preferred the open sea, but a private bath would do well just the same."
The mage's brow furrowed as he tried to catch up to Itege's stratagem.
"I'm afraid I don't follow."
"Mer are water-borne peoples; like any Glaucan, they cannot be kept indefinitely from water. We must take her to a place of comfort. If she is surrounded by soothing environments, it would be easier to coax out Igneon's power from her."
It was easy to see the look in his eyes, and Itege leaned forward.
"Please. It must be tried at least. You said yourself that every attempt the mages have tried has been unsuccessful; we must be willing to look beyond our normal venues and venture onto unfamiliar pathways."
Ever cautious, Galix pondered the unorthodox idea.
"I could arrange some sort of basin to be drawn in the academy, certainly. It shouldn't be a hardship at all."
Weeta moaned and cried out, her back arching against the cool stone that she laid upon as figures moved around her, muttering and chanting. She was quite unaware of anything that was going on around her, or how long she'd been in this state.
Her focus was solely on the battle within her, between her natural affinity for water and metal and that of the fire that was alien and raging inside.
Itege gave the Necian a thankful nod.
"That would be wise."
She slowly rose to her feet.
Until then, I would like to see the girl."
Galix looked troubled at this.
"A temporary movement of the girl may be acceptable if we can ensure stability for some time."
He rose to his feet as well.
"I must speak with the chamber mages. I can promise nothing now, you must understand."
Weeta still lay on the floor, sweating profusely.
After a while the air began to shimmer around her and she arched her back, pressing her heels and the back of her head to the stone floor as light began to emanate from her eyes and mouth. The Necian mages, gifted as they were with fire magics, were forced to withdraw as she screamed, throwing their arms up to protect their eyes from the light.
When the scream ended they looked, and only a blackened spot remained where the Mer had been.