Spirit of the Warlock

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“Oh
so it is like that is it?” Lance chuckled as he watched Svan swiftly
descend. He was almost glad that he was rarely lax in training. If she
thought he might not be able to keep up he was ready to prove her wrong.

Lance followed suit down the steps, catching up with Svan. He matched
his pace to hers with a grin that was almost taunting. As if to ask was
this the best she could do. He figured if she tried she could probably
out pace him in his usual armor. But it seemed she was being
considerate. That was something that amused him.

“I seem to be keeping up just fine so far. I’m not one to sit around
Skyfire on my backside all day. I have every intention of helping
restore the Haillenarte name. Which means training daily.” He commented
as he kept pace. His eyes were bright with the enjoyment this day was
proving to be. He had expected another cold day of dull work. Instead he
found a potential friend. Potential being the keyword as he still took a
bit of time to trust anyone at that level after past incidents. “I
still think you are not crazy though.”

Her smile grew wider as at the knight’s enthusiasm. She didn’t know why she was acting like this, perhaps it was the excitement of finding a person like him. It has been a while since she had seen someone so positive without drowning themselves in ale first. And it was that excitement that prompted her to perform her next action: wind magic gathered around at her feet and with a burst of wind she propelled forward, a flurry of snow flew into the air as she did, and her laughter carried along with the wind.

As she flew forward the force would knock over a wandering deepeye, it fell face first into the snow with its feet kicking. Her figure would shrink with distance, and it seems as she flew a flock of blackbirds followed after her.

Lance was ready now to take back what he had said about her not being crazy as she propelled herself forward with a bit of magic. Granted it was a good kind of crazy. The kind that was often more fun then actually crazy. He laughed as he watched her getting away from him much easier now with the magical assistance.

He moved to sprint to try an not to lose her completely. Granted sprinting in armor was tiring but he was determined to keep at least from losing too badly. Though his sprint did slow a moment as he passed that deepeye in the snow. Those little feet kicking in the air. If he had had the breath to laugh right then instead of keeping up, he would have. It was a funny sight to see. He would at the very least have a story to tell someone later at the very least. For now he needed to try to catch up some even if he would never catch her with magic to help her. At times like now he wished he had been trained with some magic skill.