[There's a hitch in his breath as her magic seems to entwine itself with his own; he feels a strange tightening beneath his skin as though an unseen wound were being knit together, but it does feel like aid rather than something intrusive.
He purses his lips slightly as he nods, focusing on remaining still and not allowing the current he feels moving through him to steer.]
So far, so good, I would say. This force... it usually feeds on other magic, but doesn't even seem to be making the attempt now.
[Perhaps because it had feasted so well recently.]
It feeds on magic? [Her brow wrinkles incredulously again and her following remark comes out as indignant.]
I think you could have mentioned that first before I casted any
[The witch traces another rune above Gale's wrist, muttering more to herself now.]
Let's add a character for sleep... Strengthen the structure...
[A different letter of magic sails up the wizard's arm, following the first and attaching itself to it. The combined runes settle over the circular mark and making an attempt to sink into his skin. The buzzing sensation becomes more prominent which could be a cause for concern.]
Ah, to be more specific, it feeds on magic borne of the Weave, often found within magical artifacts— and though it may express its hunger, it cannot feed without my permission. I apologize— I would not have allowed you to touch me or cast a spell if I had thought it would do you harm.
[His apology and explanation are almost painfully sincere, and worry is writ across his face. He may be reckless when it comes to his own well-being at times, but the safety of others is not something he takes lightly, especially when that someone is an acquaintance who is granting him aid.
He exhales steadily, centering himself as she goes on to draw new characters atop his wrist, the magic sinking in and building upon the rune that had come before. It is a strange sensation, both like and unlike the Weave as he knows it, but undeniably magic.]
It feels...
[It takes him a moment to find the words, brow furrowed.]
[Had she not been concentrating on her spellcasting and looked up at his expression, she might have felt a little bad. Just a little. At least Amelia can understand the sincerity in his voice. Her gaze is laser focused on her runes as it undulates above his mark.]
Calm is good. It's better than good in this case.
[Magic in Amelia's world is a nebulous force and each witch has an individual capacity for it which grow over time. And with that individuality, each witch's uniqueness is channeled through the magic inherent in their bodies. Amelia's, even when repressed has a potent sensation that pushes against the artifact within Gale's body. Those runes feel like pure determination to carry out its purpose.]
So it isn't going to put it to sleep completely. Maybe in the next twelve hours or even into the next day the symptoms you experience may lessen. That's just the ideal scenario I'm theorizing, however.
It certainly is. You'll not hear me complaining about calm.
[Even these last few months, he's never quite achieved it, not fully. It's a welcome respite in any circumstance. Not enough for him to forget the orb's presence even for a moment, but if truth be told, it's been long enough now that he's near forgotten what normal felt like.]
Ideal or otherwise, there are not words enough to express my appreciation for your efforts.
[He had only hoped for a bit of insight, but this was certainly several steps further.]
Should they prove effective, it buys me more time to find a more permanent solution.
[When she's absolutely certain her magic is causing no other adverse reactions in the immediate moment, Amelia withdraws her hand to inhale and then exhale through her nose.]
I'll be making it a priority to acquire more tattoos to unlock more of my latent magic abilities. If I have more to tap into, I have more to assist you with.
[Her arms are crossed again and she hums under her breath, thinking.]
Thinking ahead, there's a chance that artifact will need to consume more energy. When the time comes, I also have a possible solution to keep that at bay.
[Her hand moves to pinch a lock of her long red hair and hold it up to him. The lighting of the restaurant isn't particularly bright, but there's a shimmer that dances across the strands.]
You have good instincts, Gale. I have plenty of my own magic to spare.
[His eyes widen for a moment at the display, his expression one of both awe and appreciation— magic has always spoken to him, called to him, and he had always found it beautiful in all its forms, but despite his own sensitivity to the arcane, he's never seen anything quite like this.]
Better instincts than even I realized, it would seem.
[To say the very least. Given that even with the aid of tattoos, none of them here were quite at their full power, he's suddenly quite curious to know just how deep that magic of hers runs.]
You certainly do. I don't believe I've ever seen the like, to see magic all but coursing through someone even if they're not actively making use of it.
[With the exception of Mystra herself— but she was hardly the standard.]
Let's just say I have an excess of it. It needs to be channeled constantly and luckily, long hair is a very effective medium.
[She pushes the lock of hair behind her ear.]
So if things go awry for you, a single strand might suffice. There's no telling if it will last long, but if it's just magical energy, then it may prove more than enough.
[He nods his understanding, offering her a small but genuine smile of gratitude.]
I came to you seeking insight, and you have shown me far greater generosity than I could have expected. To say that I'm humbled seems a bit of an understatement.
[His problem is far from solved, but he can feel his anxiety begin to ease. He had been alone in this for so long— aside from Tara, of course— that he had been determined to finish it the same way, even when he had friends at his side. Here, without them, he had become used to the old way of things once more, but perhaps he wouldn't be entirely on his own.]
I don't know that lunch is anywhere near enough to repay you, Miss Steinbeck.
[Before she can reply, a gurgling sound emits from her stomach. Amelia sits stiffly and gives a deadpan stare at Gale as if daring him to make a remark.]
... Well, we aren't going to solve any problems if lunch doesn't arrive soon.
[very wise and powerful]
steering them towards pleasant off-screen lunch chatter
He chuckles softly, a touch of weariness making itself known beneath its genuine warmth.]
You're quite right. Shall we? I promise to be excellent dining company— it needn't all be doom and gloom, and I would hear more about your pursuits, if you are amenable to sharing.
[The opportunity to talk to a gifted magic user from an entirely different world cannot be wasted, in either of their cases!]
[She blinks and glances down at her lap, not expecting this lunch meeting to go beyond the business they've just discussed. Her fingers grip her skirt, once, twice, and then she nods.]
Alright. I have approached this whole situation with the intent to learn about other worlds. It's only natural I let others learn about mine as well.
Very glad am I to hear it! Our approaches to this world are quite similar, in that regard.
[It's an opportunity only a handful of them have been granted, in the greater scheme of things, and he does not intend to waste it, however poorly he might be feeling at present. All the more reason to make the best possible use of the time he has.]
I will gladly offer up tales of my own in turn. As an eternal student of magic, however, I am fascinated by the opportunity to hear how magic operates when considering other sources.
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He purses his lips slightly as he nods, focusing on remaining still and not allowing the current he feels moving through him to steer.]
So far, so good, I would say. This force... it usually feeds on other magic, but doesn't even seem to be making the attempt now.
[Perhaps because it had feasted so well recently.]
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I think you could have mentioned that first before I casted any
[The witch traces another rune above Gale's wrist, muttering more to herself now.]
Let's add a character for sleep... Strengthen the structure...
[A different letter of magic sails up the wizard's arm, following the first and attaching itself to it. The combined runes settle over the circular mark and making an attempt to sink into his skin. The buzzing sensation becomes more prominent which could be a cause for concern.]
Anything yet?
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[His apology and explanation are almost painfully sincere, and worry is writ across his face. He may be reckless when it comes to his own well-being at times, but the safety of others is not something he takes lightly, especially when that someone is an acquaintance who is granting him aid.
He exhales steadily, centering himself as she goes on to draw new characters atop his wrist, the magic sinking in and building upon the rune that had come before. It is a strange sensation, both like and unlike the Weave as he knows it, but undeniably magic.]
It feels...
[It takes him a moment to find the words, brow furrowed.]
Calmer, somehow.
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Calm is good. It's better than good in this case.
[Magic in Amelia's world is a nebulous force and each witch has an individual capacity for it which grow over time. And with that individuality, each witch's uniqueness is channeled through the magic inherent in their bodies. Amelia's, even when repressed has a potent sensation that pushes against the artifact within Gale's body. Those runes feel like pure determination to carry out its purpose.]
So it isn't going to put it to sleep completely. Maybe in the next twelve hours or even into the next day the symptoms you experience may lessen. That's just the ideal scenario I'm theorizing, however.
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[Even these last few months, he's never quite achieved it, not fully. It's a welcome respite in any circumstance. Not enough for him to forget the orb's presence even for a moment, but if truth be told, it's been long enough now that he's near forgotten what normal felt like.]
Ideal or otherwise, there are not words enough to express my appreciation for your efforts.
[He had only hoped for a bit of insight, but this was certainly several steps further.]
Should they prove effective, it buys me more time to find a more permanent solution.
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[When she's absolutely certain her magic is causing no other adverse reactions in the immediate moment, Amelia withdraws her hand to inhale and then exhale through her nose.]
I'll be making it a priority to acquire more tattoos to unlock more of my latent magic abilities. If I have more to tap into, I have more to assist you with.
[Her arms are crossed again and she hums under her breath, thinking.]
Thinking ahead, there's a chance that artifact will need to consume more energy. When the time comes, I also have a possible solution to keep that at bay.
[Her hand moves to pinch a lock of her long red hair and hold it up to him. The lighting of the restaurant isn't particularly bright, but there's a shimmer that dances across the strands.]
You have good instincts, Gale. I have plenty of my own magic to spare.
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Better instincts than even I realized, it would seem.
[To say the very least. Given that even with the aid of tattoos, none of them here were quite at their full power, he's suddenly quite curious to know just how deep that magic of hers runs.]
You certainly do. I don't believe I've ever seen the like, to see magic all but coursing through someone even if they're not actively making use of it.
[With the exception of Mystra herself— but she was hardly the standard.]
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[She pushes the lock of hair behind her ear.]
So if things go awry for you, a single strand might suffice. There's no telling if it will last long, but if it's just magical energy, then it may prove more than enough.
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I came to you seeking insight, and you have shown me far greater generosity than I could have expected. To say that I'm humbled seems a bit of an understatement.
[His problem is far from solved, but he can feel his anxiety begin to ease. He had been alone in this for so long— aside from Tara, of course— that he had been determined to finish it the same way, even when he had friends at his side. Here, without them, he had become used to the old way of things once more, but perhaps he wouldn't be entirely on his own.]
I don't know that lunch is anywhere near enough to repay you, Miss Steinbeck.
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[Before she can reply, a gurgling sound emits from her stomach. Amelia sits stiffly and gives a deadpan stare at Gale as if daring him to make a remark.]
... Well, we aren't going to solve any problems if lunch doesn't arrive soon.
[very wise and powerful]
steering them towards pleasant off-screen lunch chatter
He chuckles softly, a touch of weariness making itself known beneath its genuine warmth.]
You're quite right. Shall we? I promise to be excellent dining company— it needn't all be doom and gloom, and I would hear more about your pursuits, if you are amenable to sharing.
[The opportunity to talk to a gifted magic user from an entirely different world cannot be wasted, in either of their cases!]
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Alright. I have approached this whole situation with the intent to learn about other worlds. It's only natural I let others learn about mine as well.
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[It's an opportunity only a handful of them have been granted, in the greater scheme of things, and he does not intend to waste it, however poorly he might be feeling at present. All the more reason to make the best possible use of the time he has.]
I will gladly offer up tales of my own in turn. As an eternal student of magic, however, I am fascinated by the opportunity to hear how magic operates when considering other sources.