[Rei’s eyes soften fractionally. Only just, because that’s still barely an excuse. Faith was, as far as she was concerned, a part of knighthood as much as anything else. In service to God, and while Rei was not necessarily a devout Christian, she had attended a Catholic academy and the faith of her homeland by no means precluded a belief in others as well. To hear faith so questioned by one claiming knighthood was a shock.
Her words are crisp, deliberately matching the antiquated cadence of the blonde woman. It’s easy, memories of Princess Mars addressing her subjects bubbling to the surface, and her posture is more like that of her past self. A martian princess, a warrior, a knight in service to the Queen of the Silver Millennium in her own right. These memories were not uncommon, but were rarely a comfort, given how that time had passed]
Be mindful of that inexperience, then. I know nothing of your world, but you know equally nothing of mine. [A beat.] But no matter the form or the world it comes from, magic? Magecraft, as you put it, is an expression of the wielder’s faith. You can’t do such things unless you believe in them, and in yourself. That is faith of the inward sort. You’ve seen that, if you’ve seen magic at all.
[Folding her arms, the young woman continues, eyebrow arched.]
As surely as you put faith into your sword, or in this…Master, I put mine in myself. I would not question your skill at swordplay, that would be unforgivably rude and out of line, and it undermines a solidarity that we need in a place like this.
[Her arms relax now, falling to her sides and she sighs.]
Just…remember that. There’s no reason to insult one another and bicker. What’s done is done, I forgive you, Sir Knight.
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Her words are crisp, deliberately matching the antiquated cadence of the blonde woman. It’s easy, memories of Princess Mars addressing her subjects bubbling to the surface, and her posture is more like that of her past self. A martian princess, a warrior, a knight in service to the Queen of the Silver Millennium in her own right. These memories were not uncommon, but were rarely a comfort, given how that time had passed]
Be mindful of that inexperience, then. I know nothing of your world, but you know equally nothing of mine. [A beat.] But no matter the form or the world it comes from, magic? Magecraft, as you put it, is an expression of the wielder’s faith. You can’t do such things unless you believe in them, and in yourself. That is faith of the inward sort. You’ve seen that, if you’ve seen magic at all.
[Folding her arms, the young woman continues, eyebrow arched.]
As surely as you put faith into your sword, or in this…Master, I put mine in myself. I would not question your skill at swordplay, that would be unforgivably rude and out of line, and it undermines a solidarity that we need in a place like this.
[Her arms relax now, falling to her sides and she sighs.]
Just…remember that. There’s no reason to insult one another and bicker. What’s done is done, I forgive you, Sir Knight.