agreed but answered, “True, but I just use the word to channel my thoughts. If I want to heal a wound I use my mind to control that part of the spell, but if I want to use my strength to supplement yours, then that’s what I make it do.”
“Well, it’s very helpful and thank you. I do already feel better too, but let’s not push our luck. We should head back down while I am still feeling well.”
The curious pair, now sated, hurried back down the stairs and by the time they were exiting the tower Ashleen was already feeling much stronger as her bond with the earth seemed to strengthen. After a short trip to the kitchens for refueling, Sebastian walked the girl back to her room. He thought that she looked to have wanted a bit more, but the falcon went back to his room none the less.
Glad that they had tested her relationship with the earth, the information brought some new thoughts about the nature of his individual magic into play. Maybe when he had a chance, Sebastian could test some theories that were just beginning to mull around in his mind. As he lay down in his bed tired from the long day, the falcon realized such things would simply have to wait for another time.
Early morning bells awoke Sebastian to the start of another winter day. His mind had begun playing some ideas over and over causing the mage to turn restlessly until it finally let him sleep despite having been tired. It wasn’t the first night that he had lost sleep to his need to analyze new and future spells as his head touched his pillow. Such bouts of insomnia had become all too regular of late.
Lighting a candle in the dark of a windowless interior room, Sebastian washed and dressed before heading down to the dining hall to break his fast. Few others of the castle had made it that far as early as the mizard apparently as a mere handful of soldiers and falcons were in the room. Falcondi Warner was there and half nodded to him as he sat eating with one hand and reading through some paperwork in the other. Serving as Saren’s second this season, the man was about as busy as any mage in the keep despite the winter slowdown outside.
After wolfing down a plate of eggs, pancakes covered with syrup and some diced potatoes washed down by a couple cups of kaffe, Sebastian asked for a loaf of bread and some cheese along with gathering a large canteen of water. He planned to test some things about magic that had come to mind after experimenting with Ashleen’s relation of her magic to the earth.
Even though Sebastian was a battle mage, he had heard that long ago in history there had been wizards that could control more power than any caster on North Continent could achieve today. It was a mythical fact that they had lost something used in magic of the past age and that, if someone could crack the mystery, current wizards and even the battle mages might double or triple their magical strength. Now whether this was true, no researcher wizard of the three schools had ever rediscovered the lost trick believed in the myth for well over two hundred years.
Sebastian was hardly so full of himself as to believe he had somehow unlocked any answers in his musings of the night before, but it was just something about the strangeness of how Ashleen, a wilder, seemed to tap into the earth at all times that made him wonder. Whether she could control the power wasn’t the question he dealt with here. Was she tapping the earth for more strength than she had on her own? That was the true question which might lead to greater answers.
“Air shield,” he spelled the filter which both kept out falling snow and also trapped some of the heat his body created when he wished it. A trick learned from the air wizards that he had
“Well, it’s very helpful and thank you. I do already feel better too, but let’s not push our luck. We should head back down while I am still feeling well.”
The curious pair, now sated, hurried back down the stairs and by the time they were exiting the tower Ashleen was already feeling much stronger as her bond with the earth seemed to strengthen. After a short trip to the kitchens for refueling, Sebastian walked the girl back to her room. He thought that she looked to have wanted a bit more, but the falcon went back to his room none the less.
Glad that they had tested her relationship with the earth, the information brought some new thoughts about the nature of his individual magic into play. Maybe when he had a chance, Sebastian could test some theories that were just beginning to mull around in his mind. As he lay down in his bed tired from the long day, the falcon realized such things would simply have to wait for another time.
Early morning bells awoke Sebastian to the start of another winter day. His mind had begun playing some ideas over and over causing the mage to turn restlessly until it finally let him sleep despite having been tired. It wasn’t the first night that he had lost sleep to his need to analyze new and future spells as his head touched his pillow. Such bouts of insomnia had become all too regular of late.
Lighting a candle in the dark of a windowless interior room, Sebastian washed and dressed before heading down to the dining hall to break his fast. Few others of the castle had made it that far as early as the mizard apparently as a mere handful of soldiers and falcons were in the room. Falcondi Warner was there and half nodded to him as he sat eating with one hand and reading through some paperwork in the other. Serving as Saren’s second this season, the man was about as busy as any mage in the keep despite the winter slowdown outside.
After wolfing down a plate of eggs, pancakes covered with syrup and some diced potatoes washed down by a couple cups of kaffe, Sebastian asked for a loaf of bread and some cheese along with gathering a large canteen of water. He planned to test some things about magic that had come to mind after experimenting with Ashleen’s relation of her magic to the earth.
Even though Sebastian was a battle mage, he had heard that long ago in history there had been wizards that could control more power than any caster on North Continent could achieve today. It was a mythical fact that they had lost something used in magic of the past age and that, if someone could crack the mystery, current wizards and even the battle mages might double or triple their magical strength. Now whether this was true, no researcher wizard of the three schools had ever rediscovered the lost trick believed in the myth for well over two hundred years.
Sebastian was hardly so full of himself as to believe he had somehow unlocked any answers in his musings of the night before, but it was just something about the strangeness of how Ashleen, a wilder, seemed to tap into the earth at all times that made him wonder. Whether she could control the power wasn’t the question he dealt with here. Was she tapping the earth for more strength than she had on her own? That was the true question which might lead to greater answers.
“Air shield,” he spelled the filter which both kept out falling snow and also trapped some of the heat his body created when he wished it. A trick learned from the air wizards that he had
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