- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- One post per day
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Romance, A bit of horror, magical, and almost everything.
Max didn't notice Kylm's worry, nearly ripping her arm from the mage's hands as she looked fearfully at the woman. The brunette took deep breaths to calm herself as the icicle was slowly removed from her hand. She didn't dare whimper or whine for fear of scolding. Max watched the skin on her hand stitch itself together under Kylm's green magic. "I'm sorry..." The young girl whispered, close enough to be heard. "I didn't know how to get rid of some of the magic. I didn't mean to overdo it." At least they were alone so she hadn't hurt anyone but herself. Yet the girl had still messed up. That usually meant something bad would happen. Kylm, however, usually just made her practice more. Hopefully that trend would continue.