[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

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[wolfehawke]

[Oh Hermione, if he knew you knew Cullen...]

I'm not sure I need a focus, or incantation once I've got how the spell feels, but we can start that way until I've got the hang of it.

[The staff is so large compared to her wand that he has to stand to draw it from his back and remain so to cast; sitting down and waving a long stick around is just going to end with someone's eye out.]

[brainiest]

[ Cullen was a good, loyal knight to her and she would defend him to the death, thank you. ]

Well, we can try something simple and see how that goes. The very first spell I learned in school, actually.

[ Stepping to one side, Hermione draws out her and and says the incantation carefully with, of course, the perfect hand movement to go with it. ]

Wingardium Leviosa.

[wolfehawke]

Wingardium Leviosa?

[He repeats it, careful to repeat her inflection as he hears it (though hardly perfect), but the words just sound so...]

Are you sure you're from somewhere else and not Tevinter? That sounds like Tevene.

[brainiest]

I'm not sure what Tevene is.

[ She shakes her head, flicking her wand out and saying the incantation - and a little leaf begins to float. ]

It's latin.

[wolfehawke]

It's the language they speak in the Tevinter Imperium. It's in Nothern Thedas, and ruled by mages. Sort of the polar opposite of the rest of Thedas. Their language sounds like that.

[He watches the leaf float for a moment, then wordlessly gestures with his hand instead of his staff and another leaf joins hers. He knows he should be trying to do it her way, but levitation is a part of Force magic and he's rather good at that.]

I think I might know that one already.

[He wiggles his fingers and a few more leaves join the first, floating in lazy circles. He's totally not making a smug face what are you implying?]

[brainiest]

No one I met from Thedas in the Drabwurld ever mentioned Tevinter. Maybe I just never met someone who ended up going there at some point.

[ But she gives him a wry little look, lifting her eyes to shake her head. ]

But you didn't say the incantation! Alright, how about this -

[ She points her wand, whispers Avis and watches as a flock of canaries come flying out of her wand. ]

[wolfehawke]

Maybe. I've only met a couple people from there and neither had very nice things to say, honestly.

[He shrugs, then watches the birds fly from her wand.]

Alright, that one I don't know.

[He lifts his staff and attempts to hold it out the way she pointed her wand, albeit two handed.]

Avis!

[...And nothing happens.]

[brainiest]

Maybe one day I'll get to meet some people from Tevinter. Who knows who'll end up showing up here, after all?

[ She grins, though, watching the birds fly around before she turns her head back to look at Hawke. ]

... Hm. That's odd - you're definitely saying it right.

[wolfehawke]

Hmm.

[He rubs his beard a moment then pulls up his staff again.]

What do you feel when you cast that spell? Maybe I'm not in the right mindset. I've only ever conjured ice, nothing alive. Or are you summoning? Did those birds actually get transported from somewhere?

[brainiest]

I just sort of... Focus.

[ She frowns, tilting her head as she considers how to explain it. ]

It's a charm - they sort of summon them? Or creates them, I suppose... Maybe we ought to try something else.

[wolfehawke]

No, no, I want to try this one, I just need to know if I'm trying to sort of... transport birds, or make fake birds. Are they illusionary?

[Don't give up on him Hermione, it's his first try at prestidigitation-type stuff. His magic is usually so much more physical.]

[brainiest]

No, they're very real until they go away. It's almost like I create them out of thin air - it's not quite transfiguration, but it's a realistic illusion.

[wolfehawke]

Ok, so conjured then, not summoned.

[That helps. It's actually a lot easier for him considering the only ones in Thedas he's aware of that can move objects or themselves from one place to another in the wink of an eye are blood mages who've learned it from demons. It's not a common skill.

He lifts his staff and breathes out, imagining the birds coming from the crystal in the dragon's mouth. A flock of small corvids, maybe. Smaller than the ones that shed Anders' feathers, but still black and slightly iridescent...]

Avis!

[He moves the staff how Hermione moved her wand initially, his muscles clenching as he completes the movement. For a moment a few wisps of light exude from the crystal, vaguely avian in form, but really looking more like oddly translucent mockeries than actual birds. They glide for about a foot and then vanish without a sound.]

Closer, I guess.

[He chews the inside of his lip, not sure what exactly it is that he's doing wrong. He's never used his magic like this before.]