hriobzagelthewanderer said: "Hey Mima! Hold Still!" Cue a massive shamanic man-child with a keg of whiskey strong enough to make a Scotsman pass out with one sip.
Mima attempts to duck under Rob, grab him by the legs, and shot-put him into the pond, but winds up hitting her chin on the keg and falling backwards.
"Errrgh…. sorry about that. Knee-jerk reaction to people suddenly sneaking up on me… is that whiskey?"
"I didnae expect yeh to ‘ave an affinity for lightning, but I guess it makes sense. I, m’self— though being aligned with Dark and Fire for the most part— also ‘ave an affinity for water," Mima says, nodding. "I c’n also use lightning, but I couldnae when I was alive, or at least not very well, so I’m guessin’ that’s a kind of spirit magic."
"As fer "Nature"— particularly the plant-based stuff; in the particular kind o’ magic I’ve studied, such a thing is a combination o’ the two base elements o’ Earth, the nurturer, and Water, the life-giver," explains Mima, watching the electricity flow between the shaman’s fingers with great interest. "But that’s just in one particular school of magic. There are many different kinds of magic in this world, and many different ways tae go aboot usin’ ‘em."
"As for the whole ‘Good and Evil’ debacle, while it’s true tha’ it exists, it’s not simply either-or. It’s a wide spectrum… I’d describe m’self as chaotic as well, but even I cannae tell yeh if I’m good or evil. Rarely will yeh ever find anyone who is purely ‘good’ or ‘evil’. Everythin’ must ‘ave balance, after all. Without chaos, there’d be no order. Without order, how would we know what tae define as chaos? Shadows cannae exist without light, but nor c’n light exist without shadows. The brighter the light, the darker the shadows it casts… true ‘purity’ doesnae exist, in this world at least," the evil spirit states, before frowning slightly.
"O’course, if yeh try to argue with one o’ them Moon-folk aboot tha’, they’ll deny it from ‘ere to the end o’ the universe and back. They’re obsessed with purity," she mutters, picking up her mug again and taking a sip.
The man listens with a growing smile, before actually laughing merrily. “Exactly! The very concept of ‘True’ Purity in anything suggests that it can exist without the opposite by which it was defined, which would make it impossible, but even than I say that’s not the whole story.”
He again takes a moment to pour both of them another pint. “Tell me, its true that we define the measurements of something like, say, an apple by quantifiable things like size, color, weight… are those not limitations to an object’s form that we can perceive? If an object were Infinitely Big, we couldn’t exist separately to observe it because it would consume the universe with the entirety of its volume… if it were infinitely heavy it would consume the fabric of the universe itself with the strain of its weight. We can reach extremes, but never purity or infinity in anything. And I do hope to meet a Celestial if only to screw them over with that bit of logic.”
More laughter, before he downs another pint and calms down a little. “Now, yes… I don’t expect to learn most of your magic, but I’m still fallible as a practitioner of magic. Magic doesn’t always have an element, and I’m certain someone like you would have spells that defy elemental classification, for combat or for other uses. And for all my apparent ability and intuition with magic, I’m entirely self-taught using books and close observation… I thought it was about time I had a real teacher for once, someone more or less ‘alive’- no offense- to correct and better guide me if only a little.”