fic for Martog
Nov. 17th, 2007 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Another art trade, another ficlet written as my half. this's for a WZZT person. enjoy, Martog!
Did she believe in magic?
It could almost seem laughable, considering who and what she was. Asking a question like that of a unicorn was like asking a human if they believed in the superior intelligence of earthworms. Her kind had unrivaled mental abilities - philosophy, religion - and to some, magic was something far below them, centuries behind and suitably abandoned to the past. Belief in magic could seem laughable.
Almost.
Eolira had never held with almost.
And magic? Even while she was alone, the laughable had been the natural. Meeting a specific girl in a specific clearing... well. She’d been proven correct in an instant, if not in so many words.
Did she believe in magic? Did she believe in Martog?
Absolutely.
Did she believe in magic?
It could almost seem laughable, considering who and what she was. Asking a question like that of a unicorn was like asking a human if they believed in the superior intelligence of earthworms. Her kind had unrivaled mental abilities - philosophy, religion - and to some, magic was something far below them, centuries behind and suitably abandoned to the past. Belief in magic could seem laughable.
Almost.
Eolira had never held with almost.
And magic? Even while she was alone, the laughable had been the natural. Meeting a specific girl in a specific clearing... well. She’d been proven correct in an instant, if not in so many words.
Did she believe in magic? Did she believe in Martog?
Absolutely.
