(Amaia)
I am an Electric Fae. I can wield the power of thunder, especially with my weapon. Not only that but I also possess healing magic. But I barely use it, so I won't be discovered. My healing powers might have gone rusty with time.
"I have electric and healing powers," I inform him and he appears slightly surprised. The lump in his throat shifts.
"What about other elements? Did you ever try controlling them?"
I shake my head. "My mother guided me with my powers, but after I lost her, there was no one else."
Alnilam thinks for a while, grabs a white notebook, picks up a pen from the penholder and jots down some notes.
His sinewy, rivered hands meticulously move on the paper while a thin wrinkle of concentration appears on his forehead, making that crescent tattoo wavy.
I wait, my eyes roam his delicious figure. He exudes power and ethereal beauty. Something is soothing about him even though he doesn't want to acknowledge me the way I want.
