Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Tuesday Early Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Okay, so she hadn't been spending that much time at her cabin, but Tahiri was putting in an appearance tonight. There was a decent assortment of hot dogs and s'more fixings laid out as dictated by the Unofficial Official Law of Campfires, and a fire crackling away in the firepit.

As for Tahiri, she was sitting with her back against a log, not really paying attention to the datapad on her lap; she was more preoccupied with using the Force to idly create shapes in the smoke from the campfire. Spirals, vaguely animal-looking objects, anything really, but a lot of starfighters. She kept coming back to those, for some reason.

[OOC: Up a little early to account for people (including me) hitting up HP midnight showings tonight . . .]

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[heartflames.livejournal.com]

Eleanor wandered out from the cabin and took a seat on a log by the fire. She watched the smoke with interest. "Are you a mage?"

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The last person she'd known who'd been called that was a con man who'd used technological tricks to dupe a friend of hers into thinking he was a Jedi, and too many of her memories were tied up with Anakin. Tahiri offered Eleanor a slightly crooked smile. "No, Jedi. It's the Force; it's not magic." No matter how much it might arguably be called that by anyone else, she couldn't think of it that way.

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

"Jedi," she repeated. "I've only heard of that in passing. Since arriving here of course, as there are none where I'm from." She glanced back at the fire. "Mages, however, are another thing."

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"We seem to be kind of unique that way," Tahiri observed wryly. "Beings who do magic, on the other hand, seem to come from a lot of worlds if the Magic Reserves are any indication."

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"Yes," she nodded. "Though there are many different types of magic. I was thinking of trying to compare how spells and spellcasting worked between the different types."

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"I wouldn't know anything about that," Tahiri said apologetically. "We don't use spells."

That was just a weird thought.

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"I don't always use them myself. My type of magic is more intristic than spell-based." She stared at the fire for a moment, and tight ball of flame formed and floated mid-air above the campfire.

"I'm a Fire Mage."

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"Which means, I'm guessing, that you specialize in fire," Tahiri noted as she shaped the smoke into a tight spiraled halo around the ball.

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"Yes," she grinned. "But I'm not limited to everything being fire," she released the ball and sent the flame back to the fire. "Though naturally, I don't do so well with water."

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"That would make sense," Tahiri replied gamely.

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "I'm Eleanor. I don't believe we've met before."

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"Probably not." Tahiri looked a bit sheepish; she really, really hadn't been hanging out in her own cabin much. "I've seen you in Professor Atreides's class, though. Tahiri Veila."

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes. You were in the terrain class as well, weren't you?"

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"That was me," Tahiri confirmed. "I . . . actually live in this cabin, too. Believe it or not."

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She laughed and grinned. "Yes, as do I. Though I probably tend to keep to myself more than I should."

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"I can't yell at you for that when I've been spending a lot of time hiding myself," Tahiri assured her. Like . . . down on the beach, most nights. Sand and all. "Any particular reason?"

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

"No, not really. Though..." she paused for a moment. "I suppose I'm still getting used to being around so many people. I spent a lot of time...at home."