I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He watched, silent, quiet, as she put on her enchantments and incantations. The target swayed, pushed back from its prior position, then raised, slightly, from the ground. “Good,” he cemented, considering how best to push from the current abilities. “Then maybe we should work on your lifting.” Since that seemed a weaker point that they could coincide and meld with. “Eventually, you will want to be capable of launching things.”
From his standpoint, far off to the side, he demonstrated – utilizing the great gusts of wind and air to his control and precision, locking onto the same target. It swung rapidly upwards, as if weightless, before he tossed it aside, and it pitched towards the ground, smashing into bits. “You can use those pieces,” might as well – otherwise they’d up end in the brazier soon anyway. “And aim them at me.” He could utilize those means to his own ends too.
From his standpoint, far off to the side, he demonstrated – utilizing the great gusts of wind and air to his control and precision, locking onto the same target. It swung rapidly upwards, as if weightless, before he tossed it aside, and it pitched towards the ground, smashing into bits. “You can use those pieces,” might as well – otherwise they’d up end in the brazier soon anyway. “And aim them at me.” He could utilize those means to his own ends too.
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