[It's lucky, really, that Maevaris is a mage who hails from Tevinter and not anywhere else in Thedas, where the clear use of what is very obviously blood magic would have had this young man flash frozen or set on fire within moments.
There's still a certain, small distaste for it (she's never needed it, gaining the power she has on her own merit), but look how useful it turns out to be at this moment in time.]
Oh, how lovely. [She says, circling around the now frozen creature and looking it up and down. Her hands rub lightly together, then she lifts one to make a small, dainty flick motion with one finger. Nothing touches the beast, but a small clink rings out like a chime and - slowly at first, but quickly increasing in pace - thin cracks begin to appear.
In moments, it crumbles into pieces on the floor.]
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There's still a certain, small distaste for it (she's never needed it, gaining the power she has on her own merit), but look how useful it turns out to be at this moment in time.]
Oh, how lovely. [She says, circling around the now frozen creature and looking it up and down. Her hands rub lightly together, then she lifts one to make a small, dainty flick motion with one finger. Nothing touches the beast, but a small clink rings out like a chime and - slowly at first, but quickly increasing in pace - thin cracks begin to appear.
In moments, it crumbles into pieces on the floor.]