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[stillshrill]

All right. Who besides me has got some echo or memory of doing magic? Real magic, not Houdini stage stuff.

And if you do ... how do you remember people around you taking it? Were you prized for it? Was it just another job, nothing remarkable? Or were you persecuted?

And to what extent, if you were. Minor inconvenience? or Puritan outrage. [ He forces a dry chuckle that doesn't reach his eyes. ] Never again the Burning Times, as they say.

Oh! And what did you use to wear when you were doing magic? Did you use equipment you weren't born with?

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[stillshrill]

[ Anders catches that look. ] Did something bad come of it?

[mysteltinn]

Ah... yeah. She was attacked while trying to help people.

[stillshrill]

[ Grr. This sounds familiar. ] Was she attacked because she was trying to help people? With her magic?

[mysteltinn]

I... don't think so? It was just a flash, but the people that were attacking her were killing... everyone.

[stillshrill]

[ Grimly: ] Did they kill you?

[mysteltinn]

I dunno. I don't think so. I was... smaller then now, I know that. [And considering he's 14-16 tops by appearances, the implications are grim]

And I think someone scooped me up as it was happening. That's all I know.

[He starts nervously playing with the ring on his finger: something much to nice and feminine for a teenage boy]

Pretty sure she was important to me- old me, I mean.

[stillshrill]

[ Anders bows his head. ] I'm sorry.

Have you experienced any other echoes that dealt with magic since that time?

[mysteltinn]

Not yet. I got a ring and a sword, plus I know how to USE a sword. But nothing I couldn't learn to do now with time.

[He ponders, making a guess]

...guessing magic went badly for other-you, huh?