I'm gonna take what comes my way
Beneath the surface, Marcus’ hands glowed softly, veins lit with a quiet gold that spilled from his palms and unraveled through the water in slow, patient threads. The light didn’t fight the spring’s heat but instead it folded into it, warmth layered upon warmth, easing tension in his muscles and bones. As he looked down at his hands, he couldn't help but think that the way his hands became luminscent during the use of his magic was quite similar to the way luxere antlers were a sign of hope on the tundra, for both those looking to expell dark magic and those who wished to eat.
A gentle breeze stirred too, lifting damp strands of hair from his brow as Amhran’s magic moved the air around them. Between the current of healing and the whisper of wind, Marcus felt himself renewed. He could feel his body loosening, and instead of his lids drooping like Amhran's he began to think he could run home.
"Hmm. That makes sense." From what he knew, from books and word of mouth, it made him wonder if Rae would be more conservative in their gifts--if what they gave to Amhran would be for very specific purposes, for what exactly he needed. "Do you have any shifts? He asked.
A gentle breeze stirred too, lifting damp strands of hair from his brow as Amhran’s magic moved the air around them. Between the current of healing and the whisper of wind, Marcus felt himself renewed. He could feel his body loosening, and instead of his lids drooping like Amhran's he began to think he could run home.
"Hmm. That makes sense." From what he knew, from books and word of mouth, it made him wonder if Rae would be more conservative in their gifts--if what they gave to Amhran would be for very specific purposes, for what exactly he needed. "Do you have any shifts? He asked.
Marcus
