She shifted, watching him.  Magic sage voice?  She blinked.  And for a split second, she thought what about what she had gotten herself into?  This was a man she picked up off the street who said he knew how to do magic, and she saw the magic aura around him.  She bit her lip softly.<br/><br/>"Well..uhm..."  she shrugged, not sure what to say or what to tell him.  "Every Witch has a spirit guide, one that shows you the way when you're not sure, but usually it's an animal, not some voice in your head.  Like mine...is a raven.  Weird and cliche I know, but it's what mine is."  she shrugged again.<br/><br/>She watched him, her arms crossed over her chest, as he tried to pull it closer.  When it went wrong and caused massive waves of magic to flow from him, she normally would have moved out of the way, but there was no where to go.  So she was engulfed in his magic aura.  She tingled all over, her face went completly numb, and for a moment, she had a moment of total clarity.  She could see everything in sharp contrast to the way it was before.  She gasped softly, but stood there, entranced at what she was seeing.  He had a LOT more than she had guessed...but where did he get so much magic from?<br/><br/>Once the waves ceased and moved to what looked like blue fire raditating from his form, she shook her head, coming back to reality.  Her once glazed blue eyes focused, and she shifted again.<br/><br/>"Okay...no, it didn't.  Maybe we shouldn't worry so much about how much your aura puts off...maybe we should just learn to control what's showing.  We'll work on simple spells first.  See what you do and don't know."<br/><br/>She moved over to where she'd thrown the old worn book on her bed, and picked it up.<br/><br/>"It was Nana's...before I moved to the states when I was 15."  she opened the book slowly, careful not to tear the pages.