She is the creator of our world. I had a, ah, accident of sorts when I was younger, and required a significant amount of healing. It was discovered by those healers that I had a predisposition for the art myself, and I thought it best I use it to serve the one who must have gifted me with such talent.
[Knowing said energies would later be attuned toward the necrotic, would he have made the same choice? He does not know. He's almost certain that's just an unfortunate coincidence -- or he likes to think so. He sets his mug aside (still without a sip taken) and places his fingers in the air, drawing a crude shape. While his illustrations of the plants and the runes in his journal are quite good, albeit on the technical, impersonal end, the picture he makes in the air out of glowing, suspended lines of magic is far simpler.]
[He frowns. Not his best work.]
Forgive this unflattering depiction of the Camisou -- the Clarity.
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[Knowing said energies would later be attuned toward the necrotic, would he have made the same choice? He does not know. He's almost certain that's just an unfortunate coincidence -- or he likes to think so. He sets his mug aside (still without a sip taken) and places his fingers in the air, drawing a crude shape. While his illustrations of the plants and the runes in his journal are quite good, albeit on the technical, impersonal end, the picture he makes in the air out of glowing, suspended lines of magic is far simpler.]
[He frowns. Not his best work.]
Forgive this unflattering depiction of the Camisou -- the Clarity.