"A few, though I'm not very good," Altair admits. He murmurs an incantation in a different language, and an illusion of a small bird, just slightly faint, flies through the air. "Not gonna lie, I'm better at this at night," He shrugs. "Back at the village they called what I have 'star magic'. Actually, that's how I got my name- after two stars."

" That's a nice name!" Moon said, smiling. She looked at the poster of the moons of Jupiter and took notes.

"How interesting, star magic can be rare. Do you know how to heal?"

Mr. Swordhand is waiting for you there. "Ah, Jacqueline! Nice to see you again!"

"Have you heard of the northern star?" (I can't 'member if I asked this yet)

"Ehhh, a little. There was a kid in my village once," He explains, "Who fell down a slope out in the woods and broke his leg. It was pretty bad, he couldn't walk back and we worried if we left to get help, we wouldn't be able to find him again. I was kinda the mage of the group, always have been even though I'm not very good. I was able to heal him enough that the five or so of us could lift him without him screaming in pain, although they also had to lift me because it was pretty draining." He looks at Vega seriously. "Don't laugh at me. At least I healed the guy."

Jacqueline smiled and said, "Nice to see you too,"

She covers her mouth and "tries" not to. "So do you know how to make a healing orb?" he asks.

"I think I did that once...." He says, after a second or two of thought. He shoots a glare at Vega. "Shut upppp, I was like eight," He protests. "But the memory's kind of faint now," He shrugs.

"Well, then I should teach you. Remember, willpower. This may hurt a bit, but use the heal." he flicks a small fireball at your arm.