...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
"Hmm. Maybe? It's worth trying." Sah considered Deimos' interpretation as he tried to pinpoint where in the depths of his magic there was a tangle or snag. As he did so, he watched the Sword create his next challenge. A ring of torches, a ring of fire, and an ember in him to spark.
"Ok."Sah took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Reaching deep he tried to focus only on the flames around him. Past his volatile and eager lighting, beyond the curious and playful air, there lay his water and fire. The water was slippery, hard to maneuver around but soon, nothing but flames laid in his mind's eye.
Feeling ready, Sah opened his eyes and focused on the first torch. With a palm outstretched, he latched onto the flame and with a furrowed brow, urged it to comply. Slowly but surely the flame rose from the torch and then in a ball of fire, left its confines. With a grin, the younger Abandoned eyed the fire floating in front of him.
It flickered for a moment as Sah's concentration faltered, but he managed to hold the flame. Once it stabilized, he began to call the next few, one at a time. Soon, and with great difficulty, he had half of the torches' fires floating around him. A bead of sweat went down his brow as he struggled to keep his focus on each flame.
Yet, as he reached for the next torch, there was more resistance. The magic was still too unpracticed for his concentration to reach so many individual flames. Gritting his teeth, Sah tried to continue but there was a slight snapping sensation, and all of the floating fires went out.
"Shit."
"Ok."Sah took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Reaching deep he tried to focus only on the flames around him. Past his volatile and eager lighting, beyond the curious and playful air, there lay his water and fire. The water was slippery, hard to maneuver around but soon, nothing but flames laid in his mind's eye.
Feeling ready, Sah opened his eyes and focused on the first torch. With a palm outstretched, he latched onto the flame and with a furrowed brow, urged it to comply. Slowly but surely the flame rose from the torch and then in a ball of fire, left its confines. With a grin, the younger Abandoned eyed the fire floating in front of him.
It flickered for a moment as Sah's concentration faltered, but he managed to hold the flame. Once it stabilized, he began to call the next few, one at a time. Soon, and with great difficulty, he had half of the torches' fires floating around him. A bead of sweat went down his brow as he struggled to keep his focus on each flame.
Yet, as he reached for the next torch, there was more resistance. The magic was still too unpracticed for his concentration to reach so many individual flames. Gritting his teeth, Sah tried to continue but there was a slight snapping sensation, and all of the floating fires went out.
"Shit."
Sah
