[Mage] 3 word fics
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ok so new to the 3 word fics but here are my first offerings from Rory and Allison
Dawnie let her mind wander as Tim and Sparky played at the edge of the water. The sun was warm as she sat outside the chantry on the beach. She suddenly thought of the fact that she’d promised August that she’d focus on the dreams this month, that she would follow the music and find out what it meant, and she should, it was one of the few things that she could do for the consillium, but it was warm on the beach and while her friends would watch her is she slept, she doubted they could stop it if anything attacked her while doing so. She looked at the small dragon and the grey alien as they played together quite harmlessly and thought Is it odd that having been sent hundreds of miles from home, these are my only friends?
Dawn wondered about death a lot. She knew it was wrong to kill in a cold and calculated manner, so why had everyone else seemed to be so harsh about her not wanting to assassinate a guy. That wasn’t a fight against the seer’s that was killing off a Mage because someone else said he was a seer, and not even in a way that was a proper fight. She floated the candle in front of her before snuffing out its light. She focused the power through herself towards the faint glow of the final embers trying to coerce them into life and a flame again. She wasn’t quick enough. She sighed as she floated the candle back to the desk. Why did she listen to the people who were meant to be more powerful than she was, what made them different. She slipped into bed and with a wave of her hand put out the other candles around the room. Sparky and Tim snored in their respective Pet beds and she closed her eyes to dream of phoenixes
Dawnie let her mind wander as Tim and Sparky played at the edge of the water. The sun was warm as she sat outside the chantry on the beach. She suddenly thought of the fact that she’d promised August that she’d focus on the dreams this month, that she would follow the music and find out what it meant, and she should, it was one of the few things that she could do for the consillium, but it was warm on the beach and while her friends would watch her is she slept, she doubted they could stop it if anything attacked her while doing so. She looked at the small dragon and the grey alien as they played together quite harmlessly and thought Is it odd that having been sent hundreds of miles from home, these are my only friends?
Dawn wondered about death a lot. She knew it was wrong to kill in a cold and calculated manner, so why had everyone else seemed to be so harsh about her not wanting to assassinate a guy. That wasn’t a fight against the seer’s that was killing off a Mage because someone else said he was a seer, and not even in a way that was a proper fight. She floated the candle in front of her before snuffing out its light. She focused the power through herself towards the faint glow of the final embers trying to coerce them into life and a flame again. She wasn’t quick enough. She sighed as she floated the candle back to the desk. Why did she listen to the people who were meant to be more powerful than she was, what made them different. She slipped into bed and with a wave of her hand put out the other candles around the room. Sparky and Tim snored in their respective Pet beds and she closed her eyes to dream of phoenixes