[ Cain blinked up, uncomprehending, as Asra began to approach him. Without the faintest clue what the other man was intending, he mostly just stood there dumbly and waited for the fortune-teller to...
oh.
He watched Asra's magic with an open fascination. No verbal spells, no symbols, just a hand movement. He'd been studying just enough magic to know that this was a symbol of consummate skill, and understood at once that Asra was a master of his craft. He wiped the knife off on his shirt and replaced it from where he'd drawn it.
Julian chimed in, and he raked his free hand through his hair, gave Asra a grateful smile. Twitched his hand out to indicate Julian. ]
no subject
oh.
He watched Asra's magic with an open fascination. No verbal spells, no symbols, just a hand movement. He'd been studying just enough magic to know that this was a symbol of consummate skill, and understood at once that Asra was a master of his craft. He wiped the knife off on his shirt and replaced it from where he'd drawn it.
Julian chimed in, and he raked his free hand through his hair, gave Asra a grateful smile. Twitched his hand out to indicate Julian. ]
His way's better. Nothing gets dirty. But...
What's your deal with magic, anyway?