[No? Yes? Terra stares after her, trying to follow what she's saying.
Something of a correlation...
It's not what he thought it was. That much is clear, at least. She's not referring to the elements of light and darkness. (Which is... a shame? A relief? He's not going to think about what it is to him. What it is or what it should be.) It almost sounds like all the magic in her world was tied to either the light or the darkness. Except, no, that's not it, either. A classification system... and then light and darkness behave similarly to how they classify white and black spells?
He imagines one of his friends would probably understand the explanation, if she were the one awake and seeing Alisaie out of harm's reach instead of him.]
We didn't classify magic in my world. [Worlds. He looks away... and happens to spot a wriggling movement on the ground nearby. He puts his hovering on hold a second to check it out, veering away and stopping near a clump of grass.]
It was just elements and spells. Fire and Blizzard, Thunder... [Terra stoops down, brushes some of the grass aside, and finds himself peering at a... wounded rabbit.] Cure.
[He starts to tip his Keyblade up only to pause, lower it again, and call out to Alisaie.]
no subject
Something of a correlation...
It's not what he thought it was. That much is clear, at least. She's not referring to the elements of light and darkness. (Which is... a shame? A relief? He's not going to think about what it is to him. What it is or what it should be.) It almost sounds like all the magic in her world was tied to either the light or the darkness. Except, no, that's not it, either. A classification system... and then light and darkness behave similarly to how they classify white and black spells?
He imagines one of his friends would probably understand the explanation, if she were the one awake and seeing Alisaie out of harm's reach instead of him.]
We didn't classify magic in my world. [Worlds. He looks away... and happens to spot a wriggling movement on the ground nearby. He puts his hovering on hold a second to check it out, veering away and stopping near a clump of grass.]
It was just elements and spells. Fire and Blizzard, Thunder... [Terra stoops down, brushes some of the grass aside, and finds himself peering at a... wounded rabbit.] Cure.
[He starts to tip his Keyblade up only to pause, lower it again, and call out to Alisaie.]
Think you could patch up a rabbit?