He was definitely using djed - his aura slowly shrank as he spoke. What could it be? Her mind fell to the magic Elias had given to her in glyphs. Hypnotism? It was possible. But she knew everything she thought was her own. Maybe she was being a bit rash, but he couldn't make her. She was in control. She was always in control and the mantra reassured her, even if it wasn't true.
"In the middle of the night?" Her mind instantly added, 'so no one can see us?'. But this was Sahova and the nuit didn't sleep, so maybe it didn't count. But she was terrified of him, and she was too scared to refuse him, no matter whether it was a good idea or not. She'd just have to be careful. "I will be there."
He spoke again softly, his voice the nicest part of him. He gave her instructions on how to leave, and she listened closely, wondering why he wasn't going to follow them too. Did he actually have business in the graveyard? Strange man. That was nothing to define him, but it was her best try.
A thick mist started growing, a magic mist, it had to be. It was nothing like the one surrounding them, and the way it appeared - the Sorcerer had to be creating it. And she could sense it, too, which was a dead giveaway. Focusing deeper on his aura, she tried to keep a hold of it through the mist. She could see through walls, a tiny bit of mist wouldn't stop her. Despite it growing thickly, she kept his aura in sight, the whole effect spoiled. No more disappearing mysteriously for him. She knew exactly where he was.
She stood there watching him as he left, wondering whether it would be wise to follow him, find out what he was doing. No, that was stupid. She needed to get out of this graveyard, she had to, and following him would only get her more lost. Either he'd notice her, or she'd lose him and then really be lost, with no one to help her. Watching him go until he had disappeared, his aura no longer visible behind the mist, she turned, walking the direction he had given her.
She wondered who had heard of him. The first thing she would be doing once she got out was asking. She needed the upper hand tomorrow night.
"In the middle of the night?" Her mind instantly added, 'so no one can see us?'. But this was Sahova and the nuit didn't sleep, so maybe it didn't count. But she was terrified of him, and she was too scared to refuse him, no matter whether it was a good idea or not. She'd just have to be careful. "I will be there."
He spoke again softly, his voice the nicest part of him. He gave her instructions on how to leave, and she listened closely, wondering why he wasn't going to follow them too. Did he actually have business in the graveyard? Strange man. That was nothing to define him, but it was her best try.
A thick mist started growing, a magic mist, it had to be. It was nothing like the one surrounding them, and the way it appeared - the Sorcerer had to be creating it. And she could sense it, too, which was a dead giveaway. Focusing deeper on his aura, she tried to keep a hold of it through the mist. She could see through walls, a tiny bit of mist wouldn't stop her. Despite it growing thickly, she kept his aura in sight, the whole effect spoiled. No more disappearing mysteriously for him. She knew exactly where he was.
She stood there watching him as he left, wondering whether it would be wise to follow him, find out what he was doing. No, that was stupid. She needed to get out of this graveyard, she had to, and following him would only get her more lost. Either he'd notice her, or she'd lose him and then really be lost, with no one to help her. Watching him go until he had disappeared, his aura no longer visible behind the mist, she turned, walking the direction he had given her.
She wondered who had heard of him. The first thing she would be doing once she got out was asking. She needed the upper hand tomorrow night.
