Day 26 - Questions
"And your tribe uses...magic?"
Midna laughs, rolls her wrist inwards as she hardly even thinks about it. "That's right! What else?"
"Well..." Melia frowns, purses her lips. It is an apt question, isn't it? "We control the ether in the air, and channel it to fend off our opponents, or heal our allies. It's not magic."
Really, she'd hate if it were magic. That wouldn't make any sense, and it would pin the Telethia transformations as even more grimly frustrating.
Magic. Pah. She watches the lazy spin of Midna's pointer finger, opening and closing portals of shadow and light.