Every little thing she does is magic

[intriguess]

Madria was bored, which was a very dangerous thing. Her magic had a tendency to liven things up, and never in a good way. The unpredictable nature of her magic made her loathe to use it in the past. As a teenager it had caused a lot of trouble, and during her twenties it pulled all sorts of men with magic to her.

She was turning thirty tomorrow and her family had fallen out of the picture when she chose to restrain her magic.

 

[intriguess]

She had an uneasy feeling about tomorrow, decade markers tended to be troublesome for her. Her powers had first manifested when she turned ten, and throughout her twenties she had encountered far too many sexually interested men/creatures of a magical nature to be mere coincidence. Other than a generic protection spell which had proved its worth, she employed no magic for herself. On occasion she used it in response to encountering other magical beings, which had been getting more frequent as she approached 30.

She glanced out the window, the full moon was quite beautiful, surrounded by a halo of fire colors. She shivered suddenly and ran her hands up and down her arms, she was already dressed for bed, in a silky lavender nightie. It highlighted her odd colored eyes, her pale milky skin, and the her silky black hair framed her face.

 

[Finadien]

OOC: May I jump in?

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Oleander stopped his horse, squinted his eyes and looked ahead. He had hoped that he would find a place to stay for the night but it seemed that he had to sleep beside the road another night. This had happened 3 times already on his journey and he hadn't liked it one bit, but it couldn't be helped, he had to sleep.

Oleander still wasn't sure what he was doing here. 2 weeks ago he had been high mage of the kingdom of Almaster, with 36 years, one of the youngest mages to ever reach this high an office but then a strange calling had pulled him away. Now, after 2 weeks on the road he knew that what ever was pulling him in this direction was near and would reach his culmination tomorrow. He wanted to be fresh for the event and so he took the saddle of his brown mare and hastily rubbed her down. Then he simply let her go so she could find something to eat.

He pulled out a blanket and lied down, after a few seconds he was fast asleep.

 

[intriguess]

Cassandra

Mais certainment

She finally managed to drift off to sleep, her dreams had been odd of late. A rather medieval setting that only served to remind her of the magical kingdom. She'd been there a few times, family affairs, she remembered only glimpses. Fancy clothing, horses, leadership determined by ability, and it all seemed so real yet the memory was dreamlike.

She woke up in the middle of the night, she suddenly realized what turning thirty meant. It was a distant memory about meeting her aunt, who had cast a spell. Something she hadn't thought about in years as it had seemed such a silly thing then. She'd been a child and her parents had lived in the mortal realm and so she was partially shielded from magic.

"Her teens will be trouble, her magic unfold.
her twenties it will double, she becomes sexually bold.
If by thirty she has not chosen a mate, then magic alone will choose her fate."

 

[Finadien]

He dreamed this strange dream again of a place far away with strange buildings and many things he didn't understand at all. The one thing he did understand in this dream was that woman.

She was gorgeous and intelligent and magical. She was anything a man could wish for and anything a man would need.

She could not be real.

His mind refused to acknowledge any reference to reality for this dream and he awoke again, only slightly rested but highly disturbed. This was going on for 2 weeks now and the woman in his dreams had become more real each and every night and his mind had refused her more with each dream.

He didn't understand what the meaning of all this was but he had to get to the heart of all this. Without any conclusion he would go mad or worse, and there where worse things that could happen to a mage in this land.

He covered himself with his blanket, which he had thrown of with his thrashing and drifted of to sleep again and like all those nights before his second attempt at sleep worked better. He was not really resting well but at least he got back some energy, he would need it the next day.

 

[intriguess]

She renewed her protection spell, seeing the bright flash of light that always appeared. It seemed more intense this time, and slow to fade. It was comforting, the use of magic, the release of the power that was always bubbling inside her. Madria managed to get to sleep again, but her dreams were troubled. She dreamed of floating/flying which she knew she could do, so it made the dream all that more complex. The garden was beautiful, and the plants looked strange yet familiar.

She woke up feeling uneasy, what did magic have in store for her? Could she deny fate?