[He closes his book to pay full attention, fingers tucked still in the page he had it open to. He listens attentively, and when Francel finishes, drums his knuckles on the book’s cover as he considers.
It’s new to him, but the ideas strike him as immediately poignant. He repeats the concept in his own words, wistful.]
Life flows from and returns to the aetherial sea. All feeling life connected in an ever-shifting cycle.
[He nods.] There are strong commonalities. Natural capacity determines who is able to manipulate aether in Aldenard, and who is able to use magic in Geargadas. One either has that connection, or they do not – as you have noted. The same holds true for the ‘mages’ of my world.
A difference I perceive as important is that aether, as you describe it, is drawn from a larger, common source. [He gestures as if drawing a line.] Magic of my world is likewise drawn from the Fade. [He breaks the line, and lays his palm flat.]
Geargadas’ magic, however, is sourced only from the Witch’s own body. There is little Coven literature available on the dreaming realm, let alone the otherworld, apparently blocked to us by a veil. We Witches do not appear to have a conscious connection to magic outside of ourselves. If that is truly the beginning and end of magic here, if there is no greater world connecting us all and making our dreams felt – well.
I suspect there is, as there is in my world and yours. [He half-shrugs, with a wry smile of a man who knows he speaks overlong on subjects most important to him.] I’m curious to find out.
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It’s new to him, but the ideas strike him as immediately poignant. He repeats the concept in his own words, wistful.]
Life flows from and returns to the aetherial sea. All feeling life connected in an ever-shifting cycle.
[He nods.] There are strong commonalities. Natural capacity determines who is able to manipulate aether in Aldenard, and who is able to use magic in Geargadas. One either has that connection, or they do not – as you have noted. The same holds true for the ‘mages’ of my world.
A difference I perceive as important is that aether, as you describe it, is drawn from a larger, common source. [He gestures as if drawing a line.] Magic of my world is likewise drawn from the Fade. [He breaks the line, and lays his palm flat.]
Geargadas’ magic, however, is sourced only from the Witch’s own body. There is little Coven literature available on the dreaming realm, let alone the otherworld, apparently blocked to us by a veil. We Witches do not appear to have a conscious connection to magic outside of ourselves. If that is truly the beginning and end of magic here, if there is no greater world connecting us all and making our dreams felt – well.
I suspect there is, as there is in my world and yours. [He half-shrugs, with a wry smile of a man who knows he speaks overlong on subjects most important to him.] I’m curious to find out.