”Using music or words to give a defined shape to destructive force, creating and amplifying a wave of sound, to daze or deafen, or even push enemies back, for instance,” he explained, at the gently questioning sound that he thought meant that Remi was curious. He was sincere in his own praise of Remi’s talents, too. The creation magic he knew of tended to require components to cast, the sacrifice of one (or several) objects in order to call a new one into existence. Even then, the objects created tended to be impermanent, disappearing after minutes or hours, or else were shoddy simulacra of what was desired. That Remi could create permanent, well-made objects indistinguishable from those crafted by hand, with no material component or sacrifice on his own part was indeed a strange and miraculous ability for someone who had been raised and trained in a very different school of magic.
”Stars?” He asked, curious but smiling. It sounded almost whimsical, which fit well with his sense of the alchemist. He was slowly letting himself re-learn that there was nothing wrong with that, in spite of his previous condemnation of the light-hearted side of things. Strange, what a little love and optimism could do to a bitter, broken fox.
He watched with a bemused smile as Remi used his magic to fill the jar, and then tipped liquid into it. ”All from some little water animals?” he repeated, leaning forward obediently to peek into the other man’s cupped hands. He squinted at first, then his smile broadened with delight as he sat back, eyes still locked on the faint glow that fought the sun from within Remi’s hands. ”And no magic to it at all? Well, aside from not having to chase down the ingredients the hard way now,” he corrected himself with a chuckle. ”That’s wonderful, though. Does it get brighter the more of it there is?”
”Stars?” He asked, curious but smiling. It sounded almost whimsical, which fit well with his sense of the alchemist. He was slowly letting himself re-learn that there was nothing wrong with that, in spite of his previous condemnation of the light-hearted side of things. Strange, what a little love and optimism could do to a bitter, broken fox.
He watched with a bemused smile as Remi used his magic to fill the jar, and then tipped liquid into it. ”All from some little water animals?” he repeated, leaning forward obediently to peek into the other man’s cupped hands. He squinted at first, then his smile broadened with delight as he sat back, eyes still locked on the faint glow that fought the sun from within Remi’s hands. ”And no magic to it at all? Well, aside from not having to chase down the ingredients the hard way now,” he corrected himself with a chuckle. ”That’s wonderful, though. Does it get brighter the more of it there is?”
