"Hello, Ben. I'm Deet." She looks up at him without fear, smiling a little.
He may sense all sorts of strange energies around her, as well as the cattails. The staff she carries and the cloak are saturated with the presence of the Angels, and the staff in particular helps her keep control of the Darkening. What she's doing with the cattails is deliberate, an exercise, careful not to affect the root of the plant.
"But it is, though," she tells him. "It is natural energy. It's not inherent to me, but it's...something that belongs in the world. The trouble is that too much of it is destructive. I can hold it, and I can use it, and I can purify it, but if I let it overwhelm me, I don't know what I might become."
She nods. "Thnisko is my friend. Well, they all are, but he's special."
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He may sense all sorts of strange energies around her, as well as the cattails. The staff she carries and the cloak are saturated with the presence of the Angels, and the staff in particular helps her keep control of the Darkening. What she's doing with the cattails is deliberate, an exercise, careful not to affect the root of the plant.
"But it is, though," she tells him. "It is natural energy. It's not inherent to me, but it's...something that belongs in the world. The trouble is that too much of it is destructive. I can hold it, and I can use it, and I can purify it, but if I let it overwhelm me, I don't know what I might become."
She nods. "Thnisko is my friend. Well, they all are, but he's special."