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[crystalia]

_{( Crystal is standing outside in what looks to be a part of the outlands. The rain is falling, but conveniently doesn't hit her or her communicator as she holds it in one hand. She's walking as the feed opens, stepping delicately through what might have once been a fenced-off field-- at least, the remnants of the fence are scattered around, although the field itself is barren. )}

I realize this is a busy time around here, but since a few people have mentioned this I figured now was as good a time as any. The years and the war haven't been kind to the land of this place, but I've been working to see if that can be helped. It's slow-going, but there's hope, for the soil and the people who could depend on it.

_{( She pauses, smiles. )}

I know there are several people here with either scientific knowledge of, magical connection to, or other knowledge of the earth. I know there have been attempts to build greenhouses and small-scale growth, but I'm thinking bigger. This is a farm-- or it was. I want to get it running again.

_{( Another pause, as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She pans the camera over the decrepit building, the barn doors off their hinges and the fallen-in roof. The equipment, where it remains, is rusted over and unusable. )}

But there's a lot of work to be done, aside from that. Building, carpentry... whatever else it takes to get a place like this running.

_{( Now she looks almost sheepish; she's a princess and has never actually had to do that kind of work. )}

We didn't choose to be here, but there's no reason why we can't improve this place, and help it's people. That doesn't only have to be through war, and battle. So if you're willing to help, with any of it, I'd be very grateful. And I'm sure the people of this place would be, too.

_{( She seems to have finally reached her destination, on the side of the house. And there, sure enough, is a small 4x4 plot of apparently-plowed land. It's color is better than the soil in the fields, and clearly someone's been working with it. )}

It'd be nice if something could grow, here. Something we could use.

Comments

[crystalia]

An Inhuman, actually. My gifts are not magical; they're scientific.

[heirwithouthope]

Science is what these Men claim to have. And it does not allow them to move the earth that way.

[crystalia]

My people have a science that unlocks an individual's own gifts. So no one else can do what I do, as I do it.

[heirwithouthope]

That still sounds like magic.

[The power that each individual possesses, and how they are meant to use those powers to the greatest extent of their own potential.]

[crystalia]

It's a bit of a blurred line, maybe.

[heirwithouthope]

But you are certain that something makes them different from one another.

[Otherwise why correct him on the matter?]

[crystalia]

I've always thought of them as distinct.

[heirwithouthope]

Why?

[crystalia]

Because I know mages and witches, and what they do is different from what I can.

[heirwithouthope]

I have known two wizards. One of the greatest from my world--though he cannot control earth as you do.

To say they are merely different from one another explains nothing.

[crystalia]

Alright, then how about this-- science follows very specific laws, and rules. Things usually understood by those manipulating them.

Magic is what should fall outside the realm of possibility.

JSYK I'm going to be making a post this month thanks to this conversation

[heirwithouthope]

Though it is more than just a possibility. Magic is not simply the domain of wizards in my world.

oh, good

[crystalia]

_{( She pauses and considers this. )}

If you were to cook something--bake it. A loaf of bread. You'd mix the ingredients, place it in an oven. And unless you'd messed something up along the way, you'd have a loaf of bread at the end.

You started with flour and water and maybe eggs and yeast, and turned it into something else entirely. But you know how it went from one state, to the other.

That's how it is, for me and the earth, the air, the water. I know exactly how the pieces are moving, and reacting to one another.

My sister-in-law is a witch. When she makes things happen, there's no logical explanation as to how they could have. I have always thought of us as being quite distinct, in our powers.