"That's okay," Sabine said, "Magicka comes from Magnus. Magnus is not a star, but...it does not matter. Everyone has magicka. You do not feel it because you have had it since you were born." Sabine tapped Peiter on the forearm, "It is like feeling your blood." Sabine reached for Peiter's wrists and lifted them slightly, turning them to face each other. "I want you to try something. Still yourself, slow your breathing, and feel your heartbeat. Feel how it spreads blood out from your chest in pulses. Feel that energy. Now breathe in deeply. Hold it." Sabine was looking at the spot between Peiter's palms, but she glanced up at him occasionally, "When you breathe out, try to will that energy to here, between your hands. Push it out. Concentrate. Make that space part of yourself. Make it shine like a light. This might require a few attempts."

What Sabine was trying was what she remembered the witches teaching her about channelling magic. It was not an intuitive thing in the first place, but describing it with earthly terms was almost impossible without knowing the experience first hand. They would have to keep trying until Peiter made a simple light spell.

Gallus offered a shrug, "I don't mind, as long as we aren't in one spot too long." Gallus looked to Meesei, "Meesei, as long as I have someone to translate Ta'agra for me, I could head out and get us a ship. Or someone else, it does not bother me. What's our timetable?"