Azem half floats/half paddles about as if she simply can't stay still.
It certainly seems that way. Though much of what I can do is reliant on aether.
[ She sighs. There's so much she could do back home that she can't do here. A lot of it she can mark down as the lack of aether in this world. It would make sense that she would only have her internal reserves to rely upon. But it makes it no less frustrating that she can't create with ease or see a glimpse of what's to come or connect with others on the level of the soul. The latter, especially, makes her feel lonely. ]
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Azem half floats/half paddles about as if she simply can't stay still.
It certainly seems that way. Though much of what I can do is reliant on aether.
[ She sighs. There's so much she could do back home that she can't do here. A lot of it she can mark down as the lack of aether in this world. It would make sense that she would only have her internal reserves to rely upon. But it makes it no less frustrating that she can't create with ease or see a glimpse of what's to come or connect with others on the level of the soul. The latter, especially, makes her feel lonely. ]