[This time, everything flows from the exhale. When Sypha closes her eyes and lets herself focus on the points of contact between herself and Alucard, a pathway unrolls before her mind's eye.
It's a delicate thing, a filament of gold precisely the shade of the dhampir's eyes. She takes hold and studies it against the hook of her fingers, feeling the thrum of its magic. One end reaches to Alucard himself, but the other, when she looks up, winds away from them both into a horizonless white space.
It ought to make her think of standing inside dense fog, or a snowstorm, but there's none of their muffled quality to the air. There's not much of anything pressing against her senses, other than the line of magic wound around her fingers. Everything else is yawning emptiness.]
Charming. You'd think a Singular magical awareness would take a little more creative initiative.
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It's a delicate thing, a filament of gold precisely the shade of the dhampir's eyes. She takes hold and studies it against the hook of her fingers, feeling the thrum of its magic. One end reaches to Alucard himself, but the other, when she looks up, winds away from them both into a horizonless white space.
It ought to make her think of standing inside dense fog, or a snowstorm, but there's none of their muffled quality to the air. There's not much of anything pressing against her senses, other than the line of magic wound around her fingers. Everything else is yawning emptiness.]
Charming. You'd think a Singular magical awareness would take a little more creative initiative.