Think you a series of invisible boundaries exist? Each respectively marking the range, and the extent, of the summoning magick?
[The thought is amusing, most certainly. Especially so when his mental picture is of the both of them happening upon one of these ley lines, stepping over it... and losing a foot. That foot reappearing elsewhere. Either back within the aetherial sea, or within the next summoning alongside someone else.
It should be a sobering thought. But he cannot help but find it funny. His fingers gently untwist the lock of hair they have coiled, and attempt to tuck it behind his ear. Yet the length of it is just short, so they instead smooth it straight again. And... ]
Were return possible using such a method, I would not like to. ...Not yet.
[Yes, there was the matter of rest and rebirth. And rejoining with this dear man in the aetherial sea, yet...]
Even if there is unpleasantness here, it is a small price to pay.
[His hand moves from Emet-Selch's cheekbone then. And... ...He wanted to wait. But there seems to be no better time.]
Speaking of which, I ventured unto your horizon once again some days ago.
[Very unpleasant. Perhaps, like how his own horizon indicated things he personally could not get over in the form of the moonscape, the crater where Zodiark once was bound... what he viewed there was indicative of Emet's mental state after the ordeal the nightmares put upon him.
It was a city that still burned. While the assault upon it was gone, long gone- the city still was a ruin. The streets were still broken. The buildings sagged, wrecked utterly and completely, some even collapsed in hanging, lingering dust clouds which would not clear. The city in itself was bleeding- with displaced soldiers and Amarotines both cowering in fear- fear of what would come next.]
I tried to set a number of things right. Or, at least, to improve things somewhat. Yet I am not the architect. I hold no power within your domain.
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Think you a series of invisible boundaries exist? Each respectively marking the range, and the extent, of the summoning magick?
[The thought is amusing, most certainly. Especially so when his mental picture is of the both of them happening upon one of these ley lines, stepping over it... and losing a foot. That foot reappearing elsewhere. Either back within the aetherial sea, or within the next summoning alongside someone else.
It should be a sobering thought. But he cannot help but find it funny. His fingers gently untwist the lock of hair they have coiled, and attempt to tuck it behind his ear. Yet the length of it is just short, so they instead smooth it straight again. And... ]
Were return possible using such a method, I would not like to. ...Not yet.
[Yes, there was the matter of rest and rebirth. And rejoining with this dear man in the aetherial sea, yet...]
Even if there is unpleasantness here, it is a small price to pay.
[His hand moves from Emet-Selch's cheekbone then. And...
...He wanted to wait. But there seems to be no better time.]
Speaking of which, I ventured unto your horizon once again some days ago.
[Very unpleasant. Perhaps, like how his own horizon indicated things he personally could not get over in the form of the moonscape, the crater where Zodiark once was bound... what he viewed there was indicative of Emet's mental state after the ordeal the nightmares put upon him.
It was a city that still burned. While the assault upon it was gone, long gone- the city still was a ruin. The streets were still broken. The buildings sagged, wrecked utterly and completely, some even collapsed in hanging, lingering dust clouds which would not clear. The city in itself was bleeding- with displaced soldiers and Amarotines both cowering in fear- fear of what would come next.]
I tried to set a number of things right. Or, at least, to improve things somewhat. Yet I am not the architect. I hold no power within your domain.