Rolled 17, 15, 13, 3, 11 = 59 (5d20)
>>5818845“What’s wrong?” Izirina—Izzy—asked.
You gulped, and shook your head, and asserted: “Nothing.”
“You’re looking pale,” she replied—not an accusation, but a neutral observation.
“I’m just… Getting myself ready.”
“Do you want to take a moment to—”
“I’m fine!”
It was only then, at the moment of truth, hat the weight began to return to your body, and the restless energy failed you. With hands outstretched and the words of power on your tongue yet not yet escaped from between your lips, hesitation found you. Lightning? Why LIGHTNING? There was an aphorism in your mother-tongue where one might be ‘thunderstruck’ by sudden feeling—by a revelation or truth, by love or passion—but had you really impulsively proposed wielding one of your newest and least practiced magics at the SAME TIME that you tried out your experimental spell ON A LIVING PERSON? With that living person being the ARCHMAGE’S DAUGHTER? With the rationale being a half-rememebred FOLK-SAYING?!
“Tips.”
Your eyes met Izirina’s—still so impassioned, still so certain—and your fear subsided.
“I want this,” she said. “Please.”
You took a breath. You nodded. You began.