( soren follows along, one hand still linked as he tests the ice cautiously. it isn't that ranulf's confidence doesn't boost him with faith in his abilities, just a natural facet of the tactician's wary personality. the dragon isn't all that heavy, not at his current size... but heavier than he used to be. (not that he remembers being any form bigger than this.) it holds, only one creaking note of protest that never gives way.
this... bothers him. nobody who emerges from the mirrors should be this adept at their magic unless they were dreaming. how did ranulf know what incantation to utter, which sigils to draw? what does it mean? a cold dread swims in his chest for this. )
You're a little too remarkable for an inexperienced Witch, Ranulf. ( he tries to keep from slipping, holding faster to his companion's grip. ) It's starting to worry me.
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this... bothers him. nobody who emerges from the mirrors should be this adept at their magic unless they were dreaming. how did ranulf know what incantation to utter, which sigils to draw? what does it mean? a cold dread swims in his chest for this. )
You're a little too remarkable for an inexperienced Witch, Ranulf. ( he tries to keep from slipping, holding faster to his companion's grip. ) It's starting to worry me.