Miro smiled down at his daughter with pride as he spoke to her in the gentlest of voices. "You also know that soon you will be given a chance to take a test, the test you have been waiting for. A chance you have craved for so long. You will be allowed to obtain a Familiar, like Ender. A Familiar, a creature Summoned from the distant world of Fyrden; the perfect partner to help you to spy. And for that there is no better choice than an Irylid, just like Ender."
A nod was given as cue to Ender, and he took a turn. He began to submit his suggestions in silence "You know that Fryden is another world, one unlike Mizahar. It is torn between extremes of heat and cold, and its inhabitants are Familiars, beings that wish to be bound to Mizaharian wizards. You admire the Irylid, wise and observant beings of ice."
Miro began to impress flashes of the different races of Fyrden and suggest names for them, as well as images of activated Summoning circles. Memories of time with Ender, his forms, all of it impressed. The Djed drain between the two casters was starting to feel a bit heavy though. Between the strain of inducing the trance and making use of it, there was likely need for a break to be held.
But the most important thing was that the trance could not be broken. And with the living, with their need to eat and drink, the trance could not be held long. A single break could be held, allowing a second session, but that was it. Anything more than that would have to be supplemental. Follow up sessions, which would be easy enough, granted the initial trance was successful.
Though there was still a bit more that could be done. The strain of these minor spells was equally minor. Though it was the quick succession and high number of spells that had worn him. Worn them, the wizard should say, entirely unsure how much Ender had done. At any rate, he felt winded. A mere pause would be held. Time to gather his mind.
Miro returned to his chair and closed his eyes. His mind was next to close out the physical world around him. Instead he was enveloped in a sea of calming darkness. The shadows of thoughts and memories washed against him like waves, but he would not allow himself to be caught in their sway. He pushed everything from his mind and relaxed his body. Everything beyond this retaining wall of blackness could wait.
The Chained One began to concentrate on his breathing, rhythmic huffs of air that filled his lungs and was released just as easily. Slowly the waves of thoughts began to slow and churn, instead become a steady stream. He followed the torrent of idea down its channel. Suddenly his Hypnotism became clear, all that he needed to do. Inspiration had stricken him hard, though he doubted his ability to accomplish all he envisioned right now.
A nod was given as cue to Ender, and he took a turn. He began to submit his suggestions in silence "You know that Fryden is another world, one unlike Mizahar. It is torn between extremes of heat and cold, and its inhabitants are Familiars, beings that wish to be bound to Mizaharian wizards. You admire the Irylid, wise and observant beings of ice."
Miro began to impress flashes of the different races of Fyrden and suggest names for them, as well as images of activated Summoning circles. Memories of time with Ender, his forms, all of it impressed. The Djed drain between the two casters was starting to feel a bit heavy though. Between the strain of inducing the trance and making use of it, there was likely need for a break to be held.
But the most important thing was that the trance could not be broken. And with the living, with their need to eat and drink, the trance could not be held long. A single break could be held, allowing a second session, but that was it. Anything more than that would have to be supplemental. Follow up sessions, which would be easy enough, granted the initial trance was successful.
Though there was still a bit more that could be done. The strain of these minor spells was equally minor. Though it was the quick succession and high number of spells that had worn him. Worn them, the wizard should say, entirely unsure how much Ender had done. At any rate, he felt winded. A mere pause would be held. Time to gather his mind.
Miro returned to his chair and closed his eyes. His mind was next to close out the physical world around him. Instead he was enveloped in a sea of calming darkness. The shadows of thoughts and memories washed against him like waves, but he would not allow himself to be caught in their sway. He pushed everything from his mind and relaxed his body. Everything beyond this retaining wall of blackness could wait.
The Chained One began to concentrate on his breathing, rhythmic huffs of air that filled his lungs and was released just as easily. Slowly the waves of thoughts began to slow and churn, instead become a steady stream. He followed the torrent of idea down its channel. Suddenly his Hypnotism became clear, all that he needed to do. Inspiration had stricken him hard, though he doubted his ability to accomplish all he envisioned right now.
