"Mhm —" His head cants, briefly, toward nostalgia. Levels. "— No. Some have no trouble with it, of course. Pricks."
There's no particular heat to that; itself almost fond. Younger years. He shakes them off.
"When you define a sensation, an attitude, you make it easier to recognize and repeat reliably. To hold in check." A splayed hand. "Think of a spell as a shortcut. A bundle of names and gesture that prompt you toward that abstraction. That magic. There are dozens of books that will tell you how to throw a fireball, argue about its classification and technique."
"But they're only a means to practice. For you, I think, less than a useful one." The unnameable thing, the instincts of an apostate — how well would it fit within Chantry geometry? He supposes that's the point of all this. Isaac has long been worn to a ring. "Was there anything else? That you do."
no subject
There's no particular heat to that; itself almost fond. Younger years. He shakes them off.
"When you define a sensation, an attitude, you make it easier to recognize and repeat reliably. To hold in check." A splayed hand. "Think of a spell as a shortcut. A bundle of names and gesture that prompt you toward that abstraction. That magic. There are dozens of books that will tell you how to throw a fireball, argue about its classification and technique."
"But they're only a means to practice. For you, I think, less than a useful one." The unnameable thing, the instincts of an apostate — how well would it fit within Chantry geometry? He supposes that's the point of all this. Isaac has long been worn to a ring. "Was there anything else? That you do."
Aside from crushing ribs, snapping necks.