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Kes let the magic ebb away from the both of them, turning to the old man as he continued to speak. Though… as he continued, her brow knit in confusion. Drendor -- Father -- had… capped her magic? Her knee-jerk reaction was to disbelieve it. He’d only ever protected her, helped her… Thanis had barely met them and drugged them to get what he wanted, certainly far less trustworthy.
But… ever since touching the portal stone, she’d felt the pull of her magic so much more strongly. Even taking Thanis into the cloak, it’d some how felt… easier. Like she could have stretched more and they would have been okay, further than she’d ever stretched before. If Thanis was right, that was because she didn’t have the limitations that Drendor had put on her… but she didn’t even know how to begin to comprehend the implications of what that might mean.
Then Thanis took them to Gavin, and it was only his warnings fresh in the half-elf’s ears and the look of intense determination on the captain’s face that stayed her hand.
Instead, her eyes went to the door that Gavin’s attention was on, staring at it intently before looking back at Thanis. “Wait, what --” she began, because he was still talking about ‘colors’ which she only barely sort of understood and now she was supposed to not only see in it but do *something* which also didn’t make any sense -- but then his thumb had pressed to her forehead and she inhaled sharply at the sudden rush of mana tingling along every nerve, shooting into parts of her that she didn’t even knew existed.
It was like the world sort of shifted a little bit, and suddenly, she could see through it -- or at least through some of the layers of it -- and she reached out with one hand, stretching her fingers forward. She couldn’t have explained what she was doing, not if someone was standing there asking her about it, all she knew was that she knew what to do even if it wasn’t exactly clear *how* she was doing it… Because right there, right in front of her, there was something she could see… something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
So she pulled, drawing the magic there into herself, into her own cloak, letting it trickle into her. It felt like the amulet had -- cold and sticky in a way that was distinctly unpleasant -- and it made shivers go down her spine as she took the magic on herself, but she plowed on. Another layer, then another, just like Thanis had said -- blanket upon blanket thrown over top of the Blackfyre, until she reached the final one. She was sweating by then, trembling, but she didn’t even consider stopping as she reached out one last time. With a grit of her teeth, she grabbed hold, and then let it simply fade into her, the way she would let someone go back to visible if she was releasing them…
… only it wasn’t so much a ‘someone’ she released but a large, ornate cage that framed the rest of the prison, gilded and gorgeous, but thick and almost disenhearteningly solid. Massively large, towering above them… and barely, inside, a flickering form of shadow and fire.
“... Blackfyre,” Kes panted, feeling somewhere between mingled relief and desperation… It was here, now. But… how did they free it?!
But… ever since touching the portal stone, she’d felt the pull of her magic so much more strongly. Even taking Thanis into the cloak, it’d some how felt… easier. Like she could have stretched more and they would have been okay, further than she’d ever stretched before. If Thanis was right, that was because she didn’t have the limitations that Drendor had put on her… but she didn’t even know how to begin to comprehend the implications of what that might mean.
Then Thanis took them to Gavin, and it was only his warnings fresh in the half-elf’s ears and the look of intense determination on the captain’s face that stayed her hand.
Instead, her eyes went to the door that Gavin’s attention was on, staring at it intently before looking back at Thanis. “Wait, what --” she began, because he was still talking about ‘colors’ which she only barely sort of understood and now she was supposed to not only see in it but do *something* which also didn’t make any sense -- but then his thumb had pressed to her forehead and she inhaled sharply at the sudden rush of mana tingling along every nerve, shooting into parts of her that she didn’t even knew existed.
It was like the world sort of shifted a little bit, and suddenly, she could see through it -- or at least through some of the layers of it -- and she reached out with one hand, stretching her fingers forward. She couldn’t have explained what she was doing, not if someone was standing there asking her about it, all she knew was that she knew what to do even if it wasn’t exactly clear *how* she was doing it… Because right there, right in front of her, there was something she could see… something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
So she pulled, drawing the magic there into herself, into her own cloak, letting it trickle into her. It felt like the amulet had -- cold and sticky in a way that was distinctly unpleasant -- and it made shivers go down her spine as she took the magic on herself, but she plowed on. Another layer, then another, just like Thanis had said -- blanket upon blanket thrown over top of the Blackfyre, until she reached the final one. She was sweating by then, trembling, but she didn’t even consider stopping as she reached out one last time. With a grit of her teeth, she grabbed hold, and then let it simply fade into her, the way she would let someone go back to visible if she was releasing them…
… only it wasn’t so much a ‘someone’ she released but a large, ornate cage that framed the rest of the prison, gilded and gorgeous, but thick and almost disenhearteningly solid. Massively large, towering above them… and barely, inside, a flickering form of shadow and fire.
“... Blackfyre,” Kes panted, feeling somewhere between mingled relief and desperation… It was here, now. But… how did they free it?!