[ Aymeric obeyed — held his hand over the surface of the table, turned it on its side, frowning. A fire makes a mist of radiance was so poetic it was almost difficult to parse, difficult to move past; he could hear one of his old tutors saying it, weaving it between passages on divinity and faith.
That light came from stars was obvious, but the rest... ]
Then light is caused by... [ He crossed an arm over his chest, tilted his head, traced the curve of his bare ear absently, a habit long forgotten — and tried again. ]
If fire makes a mist of radiance, then this is fire, no? In some way.
[ He swept his hand through the fall of light from a window, across the edge of the table. ]
i'm sorry in advance
That light came from stars was obvious, but the rest... ]
Then light is caused by... [ He crossed an arm over his chest, tilted his head, traced the curve of his bare ear absently, a habit long forgotten — and tried again. ]
If fire makes a mist of radiance, then this is fire, no? In some way.
[ He swept his hand through the fall of light from a window, across the edge of the table. ]