Where the Heart Is

A large slab of rock or earth has shielded Marino from getting hit from Num's ice. His ice lays frozen on the slab, forming spikes of ice in its wake. Mist from his attack hangs in the air like clouds.

MARINO (from behind the slab): An impressive display. However, I believe I was speaking before you so rudely interrupted me. Awful child.

Num looks horrified. He grimaces.

NUM: Oooh. She wasn't lying about the magic thing...?

Ísja has begun to panic.

ÍSJA: Don't let her psyche you out! Try it again!

Marino steps out from behind the slab.

MARINO: You look surprised. Though, I suppose it's to be expected. I felt the same way when your abilities were reported to me yesterday.

Marino, now standing in front of the cultists holding Lani, puts a hand out as she speaks.

MARINO: You see, our Venerable Star said there were no others in Mestneric who know how to use magic, and They are not a liar. This, of course, begs the question of who you are and what you're doing here.

Ísja and Num look nervous, though Num's hands remain at the ready to cast magic. Neither of them tears their eyes away from Marino.

MARINO: After all, it's hard to believe They would bestow power upon a mere child.

I can only let Num do cool things for a panel or two before I have to humble him by putting him in situations like this. It's for the best. He'd get a God complex otherwise (probably).


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