Humans cannot naturally wield the magic I have shown you. They can draw it from our artifacts, but they cannot call upon it themselves. Regardless of how many times one may be exposed, it would remain foreign to you.
[He was quiet as he observed her, he noted her more subtle movements. The way she conserved her energy and strength. He tried to think how to explain it, how to help her understand that to him magic was more than a simple 'tool' as it was to others, that he was not complete without it.]
Magic is different to me as it is to others. To others it is a tool, to me tis like... [He let out a sigh. How does one explain sight to the blind?] tis like your hands. You can still live without a tool or a weapon, but without your hands you are not whole. My "hands" are bound, but I am still capable of using them, unlike my fallen kin who have none at all.
[He still had them. It may shed some light on just how unsettled he was by others not of his kind, but most notably other elves. It was like looking into a mirror, except what stared back was mutated somehow, and the knowledge that could be him. Other races it was easier, yes, they were different but he had never known them to be anything but what they were.]
What I was trying to show you was- [This was truly one of the most difficult things he's tried to put into words.] I was trying to get you to see through the eyes of an Elvhen. However, you do not have the "hands" for it, for lack of better term. Which is why I am concerned that you may have handled it more poorly than I anticipated.
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[He was quiet as he observed her, he noted her more subtle movements. The way she conserved her energy and strength. He tried to think how to explain it, how to help her understand that to him magic was more than a simple 'tool' as it was to others, that he was not complete without it.]
Magic is different to me as it is to others. To others it is a tool, to me tis like... [He let out a sigh. How does one explain sight to the blind?] tis like your hands. You can still live without a tool or a weapon, but without your hands you are not whole. My "hands" are bound, but I am still capable of using them, unlike my fallen kin who have none at all.
[He still had them. It may shed some light on just how unsettled he was by others not of his kind, but most notably other elves. It was like looking into a mirror, except what stared back was mutated somehow, and the knowledge that could be him. Other races it was easier, yes, they were different but he had never known them to be anything but what they were.]
What I was trying to show you was- [This was truly one of the most difficult things he's tried to put into words.] I was trying to get you to see through the eyes of an Elvhen. However, you do not have the "hands" for it, for lack of better term. Which is why I am concerned that you may have handled it more poorly than I anticipated.