Kinds of magik

Jp between Winteroak and Bandorchu

Oh boy. Alexis was never going to be able to explain that even halfway understandably, was she? It wasn’t like she understood herself.

“Your magik.”
she started tentatively.
“It is different to the magik the ice witch was using, is it not?”

The girl frowned. She had never thought about those things before. Her gift was bestowed to her by the Twins. She looked at the tattooed man. The one who had eaten the cryomancer's magik.
She had simply prayed.
"I don't know. My command of the winds are a blessing from Viher."

Alexis sighed softly. Really, what had she expected? The Ozainae barely acknowledged Ziarae’s existence. No, it didn’t seem like the young woman would be able to give anymore insight. The mercenary should probably stop confusing her.

“…I see.”

Figuring she owed her at least a semblance of an explanation, Alexis continued.

“I believe what you wield is magik altered by your gods. And what is depicted here is how this kind of magik came to be.”

She smiled at her apologetically.

“But I can see even if that should be the case, it is nothing you’d have further knowledge about. Please forget I asked.”

Looking around the paintings on cave, the faces of these people, she could almost sense there was some deeper importance to the woman's words. But its meaning escaped her. There was something larger at play here and she had no idea what her role was it all. At least not yet.