[h3][color=pink]Lyn[/color][/h3] Lyn stopped dancing around when Leith paused, his hand still hiding the rune in his pocket, and spoke to her. Her eyes snapped up and looked at him in the blue eyes as he spoke. She immediately frowned in confusion for a moment at what he had stated, unsure why she wouldn’t keep trying. After all, Satori, Ssarak and many other adults talked so why wouldn’t she? The question became clear when a voice spoke yet his lips never moved. The girl’s eyes went wide in shock, her body leaned back and looked hard at him. How did he did that? She thought with awe, his albino features curled into a smile before pulling the rounded stone from his pocket. It fit a bit oddly in his larger hand, appearing to have been made for a child or woman, causing Lyn to stare at it a moment longer in amazement. Gingerly she reached a hand out to touch it with a statement filling her head. [i][color=pink] “Pretty…”[/color][/i] Her hand shot backwards, her mind not prepared for the abrupt sound to erupt from the stone. When her slight fear faded, she smiled and laughed a bit. Her hand reached out again for the rune then held it to her heart. [i][color=Pink]”Thank you, thank you!”[/color][/i] The child almost squealed through the rune, her feet rushed forward then wrapped her arms around his neck. She squeezed tightly while still having an iron grip over her gift. With another quick [color=pink][i]”Thank you!’[/i][/color], Lyn darted off to seek her father while holding onto Leith’s arm. Leading the white man toward where he was last seen seated as Ghell had stepped onstage. [hr] [h3][center]~~~Weaving~~~[/center][/h3] Ghell had been limbering himself up for his demonstration. A few times his hands touched his toes and raised over his liver spotted brow, his body becoming looser with each movement until he inhaled. Finished up, he then started off toward the earth created arena. His bare feet smacked the cool stone floor as his eyes twinkled at the sight of the arena crumbling into dust. It shuddered and melted into the ground, scattering away to hide back where the specks had come from. The teacher was use to the great feats of magic however, it never ceased to bring him enjoyment. It was a pleasure to see the teachers showing their abilities off, each one precious and beautiful in its own way. He passed Lidda bending down to collect her discarded arm with her teeth, the flesh had decayed more, the skin now looking putrid and pale. It wasn’t left to the imagination how much damage that could’ve caused if it had still been attached. “You might want to bury that as Sam will be upset as it is.” Already stating the obvious, Ghell spotted Sam fussing over Val then turned to frown at Lidda. Giving a little chuckle, the elderly weaving teacher reached the center when Lidda ended up padding past. Taking a small breath, the man slowly dragged his right foot across the surface as it slipped behind him, no wider than a foot apart from his other. It shifted his hips’ right side back and putting him into a ready stance. His arms were cocked at right angles with palms facing away from his body. The right arm was over the left, both held a few inches from his frame, when he started to move. His moving arm created a figure eight pattern just in front of him while avoiding clashing with his still one. It continued for a few seconds before he abruptly flicked his arm straight out at his side, his fingers clawed as sparked crackled from the tips. They sizzled then popped creating a neon blue firework effect that sprayed to the side. Each spark morphed and changed, their essence the same but the shape altered into electric butterflies that zipped about. Their paths erratic while they darted here to there, fading out. Not concerned with his creations ‘lives’ dying out, Ghell’s pace continued becoming more rapid as more animals sprang out. His hand darted across the floor and colorful mice. A dozen, like the butterflies, that looked to be neon woven images scampered about the floor into all directions. Next came rabbits while either bounced away or seemed to linger, chewing on invisible grass. Each created animal was larger than last, most forest based, and each time Ghell’s movements shifted to suit the creature he molded. By the time he was coming to his end, several of these transparent beasts had taken residence within the hall. Their behavior lifelike and could pass for the original save for their light-ish appearance. The old man barely showed any signs of his stamina as he wrapped up the scene with one final creature: a [url=http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbseg/1450/1450380-bigthumbnail.jpg]serpent dragon[/url]. He forced his arcanite through his hands, the fingers numbed and ached. The palms back were pressing their heels together and his feet parted, bracing himself, each breath delicately controlled through his training. Even his pulse, naturally would’ve been speeding after all the prancing, was made to stay steady. One wrong move… his hands would be blown off, left to be bleeding stumps. The skin on his hands glowed a vivid white becoming whiter and brighter. Dull grey blue thread of energy wove their form starting off small then growing when the beast erupted out of the center of Ghell’s hands. A thunderous roar rattled through the room, sending all the light animals scattering into shards of embers. At half way out, the weaving mage cut the thread to maintain it abruptly causing the creature to become nothing more than wisps in memory. At the end, he bowed at his waist then walked toward his seat, giving the floor to another teacher.