Keene's aura broke around the edges, a sight crackle heard as ripples brightened around the otherwise frozen essence. The ringlets grew as they moved from the edge, a sickly green rolling through the calm nothingness. Whatever the emotion, Thomas couldn't guess; it was too far dampened, he barely registered the change at all.
And the not knowing killed Thomas. He gritted his teeth, forced his sight deeper into the emotional void that was Keene's aura. His senses flickered, pushing against the hardness of his aura, pulling, twisting in an effort to dagger out the colors hiding behind the initiate's barrier.
"I don't know," Thomas snapped in response, clearly annoyed by the amount of energy he was casting off, "Magic is dangerous by nature, everything that happens here is a risk. Who knows? Maybe we'll set off the next petching Valterrian," he snorted crudely. Wouldn't that just be the biggest slap-in-the-face to the nuits of Sahova?
"Aurist's can overgive, if that's your question. Headaches, blurred vision. Nothing serious -- not at all like reimancy, apparently," Thomas shrugged, his tone more even as he pulled his magic back to shallows of Keene's aura. "World magic, of course, has it's own risks. Not overgiving, technically, even worse in some cases. Not only could a world mage destroy themselves, but they could leave something much more dangerous then a simple fire spell gone wrong," he left his words hanging, hoping Keene would ask -- oh, how he would love to talk about Dranira.
"Who initiated you into reimancy?" Thomas asked, considering a different sort of questioning. Keene had mention something about an initiation -- it had sounded disgustingly intimate to the animator. Maybe he could get a more potent reaction this way.
And the not knowing killed Thomas. He gritted his teeth, forced his sight deeper into the emotional void that was Keene's aura. His senses flickered, pushing against the hardness of his aura, pulling, twisting in an effort to dagger out the colors hiding behind the initiate's barrier.
"I don't know," Thomas snapped in response, clearly annoyed by the amount of energy he was casting off, "Magic is dangerous by nature, everything that happens here is a risk. Who knows? Maybe we'll set off the next petching Valterrian," he snorted crudely. Wouldn't that just be the biggest slap-in-the-face to the nuits of Sahova?
"Aurist's can overgive, if that's your question. Headaches, blurred vision. Nothing serious -- not at all like reimancy, apparently," Thomas shrugged, his tone more even as he pulled his magic back to shallows of Keene's aura. "World magic, of course, has it's own risks. Not overgiving, technically, even worse in some cases. Not only could a world mage destroy themselves, but they could leave something much more dangerous then a simple fire spell gone wrong," he left his words hanging, hoping Keene would ask -- oh, how he would love to talk about Dranira.
"Who initiated you into reimancy?" Thomas asked, considering a different sort of questioning. Keene had mention something about an initiation -- it had sounded disgustingly intimate to the animator. Maybe he could get a more potent reaction this way.