Clyde listened as he explained himself... How the petch did he not know he was doing magic? Surely he would have exhausted himself at some point, overgiven, or something, if he was doing magic and not knowing to show restraint. What idiot had shown him that, and not warned him of the dangers? His own father.
"Magic is not just what I can do, not just summoning and controlling flames. That is not even all I can do. And what you describes sounds like magic. I can perhaps show you some things that could help a bit with that... Though only if you are willing to show a bit more restraint with magic, than you have in general today."
"You recall those things I wrote on you? Those are called glyphs. The particular one I was doing, was an example of a focus. Though one done by you might look completely different. They do as they are called, help focus magic. I bet if you drew a focus on your arm, you would find it easier to pull energy there, through your magic."
Clyde of course, was giving him a bit of a lesson in glyphing... Though if he was going to be his student, he would expect him to at least gain some skill in the magical art of runes and glyphs. And he would find if he listened, such a skill would certainly help in his magical endeavors.
However as Gallo let out a bit of his frustration on Clyde, was a bit cheeky to him, it simply angered Clyde once again, rage coming into his face, as he walked up to the man, bringing his face within an inch of his new students...
"Well pardon me, for being a bit suspicious and wanting to know more when I learn someone is a mage! You sit here and talk of being cut with a weapon, and falling and hitting a log. Poor you! Do you know how I got these burns on my face? I gained them when I was 12! Twelve years old!"
By know, Clyde was shouting in his face, clearly angry, shouting his tale at him, for once more being a person who thought it was his own fault his face was burned and disfigured.
"I was training my magic in Syliras, when I drew the attention and anger of an old man. So you know what he did? He used his own magic, and nearly destroyed my mind, taking away who I was for 6 years, until I regained my mind in Ravok. And along with that, he did this to my face! So sorry for you for some paltry injuries, and for me being angry at finding out you are a mage and did not tell me!"
Clyde stalked off, fuming, not looking at Gallo in the face... Holding back the urge he had right now, to set off a flame, and let it grow, till it devoured the entire building, perhaps along with its owner... When he got angry like this, it was so hard to keep his fire in check...
In a dead, neutral tone, Clyde spoke to Gallo, not even looking at him.
"So I showed you my focus. Now you make one. Choose a focus that reflects you, and draw it. Then you can see how it makes your energy transfers easier... This is my first lesson... The first tenet, of drawing arcane glyphs, to control magic... A branch of magic on there own..." |