Later, Nikolai would swear that he could feel the magic that both Kell and Wilhelm use. He knows what Grisha magic is so the feeling of Zoya's wind is familiar but the other magic is still something that feels foreign. But, he can at least recognize it for what it is.
Nikolai manages to steady himself on his horse, calm it enough and then he sends it off towards another one of the horses to try and catch it before it gets too far. He cannot ride two horses of course but he wants to try and keep them all corralled and calm.
He reaches the horse and tries to match it's speed before turning it back towards the other horses all the while using soothing words to try and slow it down.
Tossing a look around the valley, he assesses that Zoya has coaxed a horse into staying — how the hell did she get it to calm down like that? Nikolai also seems to have wrangled one, already riding astride its back. And Kell—
Kell isn't standing at the edge of the trees anymore. The rest of the horses that fled in his direction, toward the pleasant scent of good things to eat, must have clipped him and knocked him down, because he's flattened to the grass.
"Kell!" Wilhelm shoots toward him, dropping to his knees beside his prone form. Kell is breathing, but though his eyelids flutter once, his eyes don't open. Worry cuts into Wilhelm's voice. "Fucking dumbass, making them run right toward you."
Signaling to Zoya, he calls, "Drop the wind! Let the rest of the horses go!"
They'll have their hands full enough with the ones they've managed to ensnare. Wilhelm's is still pulling against the force of the magic cord running between them. Belatedly, he remembers his plan to use his shadows as a means of controlling the horses, and he manifests a small curve of darkness around the sides of the animal's head, like blinders. Only, with the thing moving around so much, it's hard to keep his shadow in place. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain his concentration on his magic while at the same time dabbing at the blood trickling down Kell's forehead with his shirtsleeve.
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Nikolai manages to steady himself on his horse, calm it enough and then he sends it off towards another one of the horses to try and catch it before it gets too far. He cannot ride two horses of course but he wants to try and keep them all corralled and calm.
He reaches the horse and tries to match it's speed before turning it back towards the other horses all the while using soothing words to try and slow it down.
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Kell isn't standing at the edge of the trees anymore. The rest of the horses that fled in his direction, toward the pleasant scent of good things to eat, must have clipped him and knocked him down, because he's flattened to the grass.
"Kell!" Wilhelm shoots toward him, dropping to his knees beside his prone form. Kell is breathing, but though his eyelids flutter once, his eyes don't open. Worry cuts into Wilhelm's voice. "Fucking dumbass, making them run right toward you."
Signaling to Zoya, he calls, "Drop the wind! Let the rest of the horses go!"
They'll have their hands full enough with the ones they've managed to ensnare. Wilhelm's is still pulling against the force of the magic cord running between them. Belatedly, he remembers his plan to use his shadows as a means of controlling the horses, and he manifests a small curve of darkness around the sides of the animal's head, like blinders. Only, with the thing moving around so much, it's hard to keep his shadow in place. He grits his teeth, trying to maintain his concentration on his magic while at the same time dabbing at the blood trickling down Kell's forehead with his shirtsleeve.