[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina listens carefully to all that Barnabas has to say. Or, tries to. When his ears wiggle it's hard not to glance at them, but besides that, she's focused! Really!

"As far as actual magic drawing specifically from the gods go, it might be only magic like mine and Lysistrate's. If you'll excuse the admission, I'm not sure even those powers come directly from the gods. It's still my personal belief that it's more our will that conjures these things. Sunny's magic, for instance, I'm not sure comes from a god so much as her own convictions to change the world around her and alter it accordingly. Though...I think devotion to a higher power can really only aid in stoking the embers." For a moment she shifts her weight, tapping at her chin. "All I can do is heal. That's it! That's the only sort of magic I am capable of. I imagine with Lysistrate's skills that she's got more at her disposal, or at the very least will learn it far more quickly than I am capable of. Though, like I've said before, you Laguz are skilled in other ways, and your abilities on the battlefield have been boundlessly useful, Barnabas. I really appreciate you, honest."