[Getting used to Lorenz being among them is going much more smoothly than Edelgard could have thought. Sure, there's plenty she still needs to do in order to bring her plans into fruition, but there's something almost nice about being able to spend time with Lorenz now, even casually. Or, well, as casual as Edelgard allows; she still does try to get work done and spend time with him, but she's at least being a bit more flexible and allowing herself some time away from everything with him. It's nice, really; he's certainly proving to be someone who Edelgard wouldn't mind spending extended periods of time with, and it seems like he's enjoying his time with her, too.
Even if there's still the worry that looms overhead that this will come to an end eventually, when war rages--Edelgard does what she can to put those thoughts out of her mind when she's with him. He still hasn't officially joined their class yet, but they can still steal away moments like these, for practical studies in something she's learning because of Lorenz; reason magic.
Edelgard has always tried to focus on her physical skills first and foremost, but magic is something else entirely. It's something that can run wild if one isn't careful when using it; it's for that reason that Edelgard has avoided it. The last thing she needs is to get injured and have reason for someone to see the scars that run underneath her clothing.
It's a risk she wants to take, though. One has to take more than a few risks in order to truly succeed, and Edelgard doesn't want to let this opportunity pass her by while there's still time.
So Edelgard watches intently while they're in the training grounds, studying the flame and nodding her head as she listens to him. It makes sense, seeing it in motion; she can see how he concentrates, how that flame wants to grow bigger but cannot. How it flickers and yet stays where he needs it to, controlled perfectly.]
I see. Though it's easy to conjure, one must exhibit control and perfect concentration in order to keep it from going out of control...
[Edelgard muses, briefly, as she watches him. It's easy enough to grasp, and she wants to put it into practice herself. Edelgard holds out her own gloved hand, preparing herself as she watches what he's doing and intends to imitate it. A small flame springs to life in Edelgard's own hand easily, and she attempts to concentrate in order to keep it under control. At first, it seems like she has it under control; the flame stays flickering in her hand, her concentration keeping it under control.
And then for a brief moment, it decides it has a mind of it's own when Edelgard's mind wanders, and her eyes widen when she feels it starting to go awry.]
No--!
[The flames catch Edelgard's palm and cause her to flinch back--away from Lorenz, away from the fire, until it falls to the ground and Edelgard's clutching her hand close and stomping out the flame as if it's personally wronged her. Her hand stings, the nerves on fire even though the flame is long put out both on her hand and on the ground.
Needless to say, it's not Edelgard's finest hour. The pain isn't nearly as bad as what she's faced, but it's not that which keeps her clutching her hand close; it's the fact that she's going to need new gloves, because of what they were hiding, that she can't let him see--]
--Lorenz, I'm afraid this lesson will have to be cut short.
[Edelgard's words are rushed; very businesslike, yet very rushed.]
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Even if there's still the worry that looms overhead that this will come to an end eventually, when war rages--Edelgard does what she can to put those thoughts out of her mind when she's with him. He still hasn't officially joined their class yet, but they can still steal away moments like these, for practical studies in something she's learning because of Lorenz; reason magic.
Edelgard has always tried to focus on her physical skills first and foremost, but magic is something else entirely. It's something that can run wild if one isn't careful when using it; it's for that reason that Edelgard has avoided it. The last thing she needs is to get injured and have reason for someone to see the scars that run underneath her clothing.
It's a risk she wants to take, though. One has to take more than a few risks in order to truly succeed, and Edelgard doesn't want to let this opportunity pass her by while there's still time.
So Edelgard watches intently while they're in the training grounds, studying the flame and nodding her head as she listens to him. It makes sense, seeing it in motion; she can see how he concentrates, how that flame wants to grow bigger but cannot. How it flickers and yet stays where he needs it to, controlled perfectly.]
I see. Though it's easy to conjure, one must exhibit control and perfect concentration in order to keep it from going out of control...
[Edelgard muses, briefly, as she watches him. It's easy enough to grasp, and she wants to put it into practice herself. Edelgard holds out her own gloved hand, preparing herself as she watches what he's doing and intends to imitate it. A small flame springs to life in Edelgard's own hand easily, and she attempts to concentrate in order to keep it under control. At first, it seems like she has it under control; the flame stays flickering in her hand, her concentration keeping it under control.
And then for a brief moment, it decides it has a mind of it's own when Edelgard's mind wanders, and her eyes widen when she feels it starting to go awry.]
No--!
[The flames catch Edelgard's palm and cause her to flinch back--away from Lorenz, away from the fire, until it falls to the ground and Edelgard's clutching her hand close and stomping out the flame as if it's personally wronged her. Her hand stings, the nerves on fire even though the flame is long put out both on her hand and on the ground.
Needless to say, it's not Edelgard's finest hour. The pain isn't nearly as bad as what she's faced, but it's not that which keeps her clutching her hand close; it's the fact that she's going to need new gloves, because of what they were hiding, that she can't let him see--]
--Lorenz, I'm afraid this lesson will have to be cut short.
[Edelgard's words are rushed; very businesslike, yet very rushed.]