MY LITTLE PONIES & GOATS (WHO ARE FOOD FOR DRAGONS)

[soulping]

[ In this isolated chamber, there are enough chairs around the rickety, rotten wooden desk to seat everybody. Some sunlight streams through the boarded windows to give enough light. You have pencils, pens, some scrap paper to brainstorm with, and a formal test sheet to put your final answers on. ]

Comments

[gandere]

You can't?

[moderndaywhitemage]

I think it's just healing, but I really haven't tried it...

[gandere]

You need to practice your magic to make sure of it's limits. You know, kind of like how I shot Blade?

[ Trying to justify it.

Also whispering so no one else can hear!! ]

[moderndaywhitemage]

Um, I just don't think anyone would want me to do it...

[gandere]

How about I make someone sick with my magic and then you can patch them up with yours? It'd be good practice.

... Bet we can convince Eveningstar into it.

[moderndaywhitemage]

Uh... yeah, I guess.

[gandere]

Practicing is important.

Just like Flame will need to practice, you do as well.

[moderndaywhitemage]

Right, yeah...

[gandere]

I mean it! [ Huffs. ]