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Post by Jordan Hielo on Feb 6, 2012 16:43:25 GMT -5
Jordan nodded. He rolled up his sleeve, and made a small cut on his arm. Jordan then concentrated, Nan Manaria. With more concentration, the cut began closing up slightly, until it had all dissappeared. The boy grinned, proud of himself once more.
"Good. Now wait for the magic to take its toll..." Dadramora visibly shuttered. "Everything has its price, and the price for using magic is getting tired."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Post by Jordan Hielo on Feb 6, 2012 16:53:28 GMT -5
Jordan nodded in a slight understanding. When using his powers he was rarely left tired from the magic. Though, he knew that was only because he was personally born into the element. He began feeling slightly tired, holding in a yawn.
Dadramora noticed this action, for he noticed many small things. "I think that's enough magic for today Jordan. Maybe in a day or two, when you've had ample time to recover."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Dadramora stood, pulling Jordan up with him. "It's good to finally be a mentor." He said, smiling. Then he shook his hand, said his farewells, sprouted his wings and tail and took off. #Find me when you wish to know more#
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?