<em>“Some people will not travel with those that say they are not always at home in the head. It does not bother me, just a word to the wise.” - Katrina<br/></em><br/><br/>The enchantress looked to Katrina and shrugged then returned her gaze to the fire<br/><br/><strong>"I'm an enchantress, I know my dreaminess oozes it and I doubt its something I could hide if I wanted to. Most know we will stumble upon something sooner or later and go mad trying to fathom its secrets - if left alone we will, and as dreamy as we are, its the fate of most of our kin. I doubt wisdom is something I will gain, sanity ? Perhaps. Knowing when its a good time to stay quiet or talk ? When to lie ? Oh Katrina, such things are worlds away from what we will ever be"<br/></strong><br/>She didn't seem sad more accepting... then Daemion entered the room bellowing that the trip was off.<br/><br/>Oh dear. This was the noble she offended. Him not rain, great ! Just when things were looking better.<br/>Something flooded her mind, magic ... of a kind different to enchanting. It could be said that dreamers have weaker minds, those who live in dreams would be more fooled by other things. The truth is however to live and breath in a dream and direct it to be what you wish it to be you have to have a mind that can be distant to other distractions, urges, and to see other energies as just that ... an energy that either passes by, goes through something, washes something or fights directly with something.<br/><br/>The energy from him was a perspective a vision .. but this enchantress held many hopes with Rain. Washing that way from Lyera could be possible but not when part of something general intended to convince many. Still the energy was very negative and its nature caused the enchantress to lurch and become nauseous. Swooning for the wrong reasons the girl bend over and clutched her stomach as if hit by a blow.<br/><br/>After a few blinks the words the magician came into her awareness. As an enchantress deception may not be an easy thing to sense, but lingering perspectives in her own mind ? A mind which could be so unrelenting with an idea they could enchant objects ? THAT was her domain. That energy would flood other thoughts but the waters lessened as the spell completed ... leaving her mind back where it was.<br/><br/>Still while with company she was not prepared for such an needy wave and her body sickened because of it. In her mind she knew provoking him further than the public accusations she already managed was foolish but such intentions intended to change people was an insult beyond words in her book.<br/><br/><strong>"Erghh .. what a horrible thought"</strong>she stammered, looking as ill as she felt she turned to the noble.<br/>Whatever arcana he was using may be something mages can shield themselves from but it makes enchanters sick. Fooled though ? Never.<br/><br/><strong><br/>"Even if you had Papers of ownership or implied ownership and they were authentic, they still only<br/>only appeal to those believing in the concept of ownership in the way you see it. You have a conviction of ownership. From your perspective which believes energy can be owned by another you are right but others have different beliefs, attempts to imposing beliefs forcefully always creates the opposite.  Love is like sand, if you hold your hand outstretched sand will accumulate on it. but if you grasp what is there and squeeze, the force of your own need forces it through your fingertips. <br/><br/>Your own need to attempt such near the stage proved this. "</strong><br/><br/>Then she blinked and looked at the man honestly before curtseying.<br/><br/><strong>"Great Noble. My apologies for my outburst beforehand hoping it would help matters. But why would you need Rain ? She is named after something that is most beautiful when just let be. So many other women would crave your attention, some even adore forcefulness.You are handsome, powerful, wealthy, manly, strong. Simply be honest about your wants of a woman and they will come and you will have your choice of them."</strong><br/><br/>She tried to hold her head up to him but those eyes of his, his mind was .. tainted with conviction of identity he believed energy about him belonged to him was his to change to his will only in consequences of resistance. That glare made the enchantress nauseous once again, and bile had to be swallowed, not the best look if you want to sway others opinions no matter how well phrased. And by his glare he didn't seem in the mood to listen to any opinion of some enchantress on the issue.<br/>