“It’s a cause for concern. The way you describe it, you have too much power for your body to handle. Contrary to popular believe powerful magic users aren’t born that way. It takes years of study and focus in order to increase one's reserves, and never beyond what the body can handle.  Of course, we’re speaking of the type of magic I use, not your wild magic. In your case, it’s possible you’ve had the capability since you were a child, but because it was never discovered your natural reserves expanded unchecked.” She was standing, far too on edge to sit down for the moment. Was this her fault? He’d been fine until she tried to teach him how to levitate the stone.<br/><br/>Gwen gasped and a shuttered travelled down her body noticeable even beneath her voluminous robes. It felt rather like being pinched in several places at once, a sharp pain followed by a tingling numbness that left parts of her body feeling warm. “I’m fine,” She told him after the warmth vanished. “That is not something that can be done too often, however. I can only hold so much of your magic before my own core starts to over flow.” Kneeling in front of him she gazed into his eyes once more and nodded. “We should head to the shaman now. Perhaps there is something they can give you.” Grabbing his hand she urged him to stand and they departed the strong smelling shop front.<br/><br/>The Shaman lived up a mountain path that began on the outskirts of the village. It was narrow and twisting and there were times when rocks came loose beneath their feet. This was not a well-travelled path that much was obvious. They moved quickly hoping to get there before he needed to discharge some more of the excess magic once more. Of course, she could handle one more time but then she would need to expend her own energy to make more space and that would take time.<br/><br/>Being new to the area she did not know much about them, if they were male or female, how to address them, nor what they thought of those like herself. Hopefully, any prejudice would be set aside when they were faced with their ruler.  Eventually, they came to a clearing were a series of three huts sat side by side. There was a boiling pot out front but other than that no sign of any inhabitants. The pair approached and one of the hut doors opened. A woman who seemed close to Gwen’s own age emerged but her hair was as silver as wolf fur and her eyes completely gold, almost wild…no, they were wild.<br/><br/>“Brothers we have guests!” she explained and when she fully emerged she was no longer a young woman but an old one and then her face shifted again. It was highly disorienting and even had Gwen off kilter. “A Wild Warlord and his Crimson Seductress with her flashy magical aura. Come out so that we may greet them. They appear to have questions.”