The Academy: sammael, a continuation;

Clearly she had gotten the luck of the draw with Sammael, instead of his twin. Because to be truthful, she would not have allowed her through to be torn out Isare would of become the pregnant rainstorm inside her, and she would of(not of harm but to contain her of course) enclosed her in its brilliant bubble storm.

Besides, Kaspara wasn’t much for violence, she had always been the scarred child, the terrified child, but this new Kaspara, this kind hearted mare, she would certainly do anything to protect herself now. The element has taught her much whilst she sprawled away to the boarders to escape the on lookers.

She smiles now as she stands before him, watching him. Isare pulsing through her her lightning moving across her skin coated with water. “No, you shouldn’t, not really. But alas, I am your teacher Sammael. Are you prepaired?“ She asked, its not like he needed utensils or anything, but it was a general enough question. Was he ready for what was to come? She could of sought through his mind to find out what it was he wanted to learn most of all, or things he seeked in knowledge or through life in general. But then again she, as Micah had taught her, like to keep the powers to a certain limit.

And now she rest with a back hoof cocked out of place, watching him. “Tell me about yourself Sammael, tell me what it is you seek, tell me anything and everything that you would like me to hear.“

ap. kaspara
and down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes;
i lost control your face is pale your body's cold;
datura and kemush; lighting III and water II; isare