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When Rave funneled his will into Akagalcia's, he felt an... instinct. No, it was a suggestion, an intuition. [i]<Here.>[/i] And suddenly Rave knew what she meant. It was a [i]pattern[/i] for manipulating his cryokinetics and her pyrokinetic into a knot. It was like tying shoelaces once Akagalcia'd shared the idea with him. She'd called it a frostwell, but no... it was more like a fountain somehow. He'd [i]...they...[/i] had spun a water spout that streamed gently from her palm. It was a simple marvel, fresh water pouring from the still glowing embers... and it defied very basic things he knew about chemistry and states of matter. But Rave's flight response was still kicking, and he returned his attention to standing guard at the cargo shell doors while she washed the blood from her face and knife carefully. Even now he could faintly feel the pattern Akagalcia had helped spin. She kept contorting it to increase the water pressure... but how she was doing it still didn't make sense on a chemical level.

[color=SteelBlue]"It is. On the ride here, I read the mind of a person from the planet Ecetopia, where magic is practically an everyday commodity. I was already fam..."[/color] Akagalcia scrubbed away, trying to grasp what Rave was talking about. It made sense, having words for the wakeful. It was obvious enough that she should have guessed, now that she was thinking on the matter. [color=SteelBlue]"...far more than any psionic I've ever met could ever do, even the Protoss."[/color]

"Magic is... like sums, then, but with what one sees when one is awake?" She closed the hand holding the frostwell into a fist, and Rave felt the bonds holding the pattern together snuff out, traces of awareness he hadn't even felt gone from him returning. Whatever she'd taught him, it seemed to be a form of projection for both of them. Akagalcia continued, scooting herself until her back was against the cargo shell wall. She [i]still[/i] shivered every so often from the pain. "But then you [i]can[/i] do more, can you not? I know I can. I have The Door, and I will have more still. It is only a matter of acclimation." She leaned back against the metal wall and began scraping away the mess on her leggings with the spine of her blade, waiting for Rave's response.