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[dissentive]

Characters: Morrigan (dissentive) and Yumi (ungirlylike)
Setting/Location: Outside the caravan
Date & Time: Day 9, as the caravan continues on its journey
Warnings: violence!?
Summary: Morrigan teaches Yumi how to use her magic. Open to anyone who wishes to join them!

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[dissentive]

"I am," Morrigan said, unfolding her arms from where they had been tucked under her bosom. "Though you may call me Morrigan. Miss seems... out of place, does it not?" She waved her hand briefly, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the girl. She had no doubt that this was, in fact, Yumi. Her voice was adequate enough for Morrigan's satisfaction. With a hop, she stepped off of the small ledge from the entrance to the caravan onto the grassy knoll below - lifted, she assumed, so that the caravan would not drag throughout their entire journey. But, truly, the architecture of their housing was of little interest to her.

"Tell me, girl, what of magic do you know?" Morrigan questioned over her shoulder as she led them a bit aways from the caravan, eyes scanning their surroundings for both dangers and a useful subject. "Are you limited to healing? Or have you mind for more useful things?"

[dissentive]

Morrigan swung her staff down from her back, casually utilizing it as a walking stick as she focused her gaze on the grass below her, looking for the smallest hint of movement. 'Twas not an expansive repertoire of skills - but even Morrigan was fast losing her recalling of her most complex spells. Her elements were limited only to frost and sparks of lightening, the tricks she could play on others' minds remaining disorientating and horrifying, but not the nightmares she could once procure. And while taking the forms of animals remained close to her, she found that it had become difficult and straining, impossible to recreate such forms so soon after taking one. 'Twas most frustrating, in means.

"How deep may these wounds take upon? Can you bring someone from near death, or must it be but a scratch?" she questioned, halting suddenly and bringing up a hand to have Yumi stop as well. There was a small rustling in the grass, and she knelt, lips pursed slightly. What manner of creature would this be?