Kahlil can feel the protective bubble in a different way now that he knows what to look for. It's subtle, but similar to the way he senses the currents that allow him to open the Gray Space, or to know where protective wards stand to block his path. It makes him wonder what it would look like from the outside if he were to stand in the Gray Space now.
"Eels?" He pulls a face. What Istredd describes sounds more inhumane than simply killing them.
Which, sadly, leads to the question about his own training, even though he has plenty more questions about the transformation. He makes another face at god's own bones boys, he's never heard anyone phrase it that way and he doesn't particularly like it, even if Istredd is only paraphrasing his own words.
"It's hard to explain. We're taught to manipulate invisible currents between space." He hesitates for a second, waiting until they are turning the next corner. Between them he lifts his right hand, touching his forefinger and thumb together, then parting them. Something like a thin wire stretches between them, near invisible at this size. Kahlil has no idea what it looks like to an otherworld mage, this sharpened edge of the Gray Space.
As they pass by a lamppost he stops again, dragging the thread between his fingers in a line across the thick metal, leaving behind a deep cut.
Istredd can probably understand why he keeps this hidden. Banning Kahlil from carrying a weapon is a meaningless rule when he can sever a major artery with his fingertips in the blink of an eye.
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"Eels?" He pulls a face. What Istredd describes sounds more inhumane than simply killing them.
Which, sadly, leads to the question about his own training, even though he has plenty more questions about the transformation. He makes another face at god's own bones boys, he's never heard anyone phrase it that way and he doesn't particularly like it, even if Istredd is only paraphrasing his own words.
"It's hard to explain. We're taught to manipulate invisible currents between space." He hesitates for a second, waiting until they are turning the next corner. Between them he lifts his right hand, touching his forefinger and thumb together, then parting them. Something like a thin wire stretches between them, near invisible at this size. Kahlil has no idea what it looks like to an otherworld mage, this sharpened edge of the Gray Space.
As they pass by a lamppost he stops again, dragging the thread between his fingers in a line across the thick metal, leaving behind a deep cut.
Istredd can probably understand why he keeps this hidden. Banning Kahlil from carrying a weapon is a meaningless rule when he can sever a major artery with his fingertips in the blink of an eye.