The magic crawled over her skin, begging to be answered.  Kahlil had long ago found her true love in life, and working with the mage energies at her disposal was something she reveled in, letting the power make her drunk, more often than not.  Only when her abilities had become necessary for the war had she ever taken what she'd done seriously, and then she'd proven herself to be good at what she did, capable of manipulating spells that were more difficult for others.<br/><br/>Moving as best she could to ease cramped muscles, the elf looked around her new "home."  The earthy smell of the dirt was almost a comfort, and her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, though she could not see nearly as well as he could.