@Raineh Daze
"You just had your teeth in my wrist, and you're worried I'm going to be bothered by you touching me?" he jested, slipping off the window seat and kneeling forward just to make things a bit easier for the both of them. No doubt, it was still a comical sight—especially given the massive gulf in size between their hands, as she reached out to grab his—but at least she wasn't having to try and squeeze between the window and his own bulk.
He nodded along with the explanation, already closing his eyes as he tried to focus inward. He'd had to make such nigh-meditative efforts before with some of the exercises he'd been doing since he started his fighting career, working up the musculature just to be able to wear his hauberk without any extreme difficulty. The more he worked up the weight, the more times he had to let the rest of the world melt away while his thoughts went to nothing more than how to perform the exercise without hurting himself. Extreme cognizance of the muscle activation, his breathing, his heart rate.
How different could this ultimately be—
Ifreann, that's bright.Even with his eyes closed, it was uncomfortable, especially as close to his face as it was; he couldn't help but turn away slightly. After that initial shock, though, the rest came into stark clarity. From his back and shoulders, through his chest and down his arm, everything felt like it was tingling. Buzzing, almost; like he'd somehow cut off circulation and feeling was just coming back, or like he'd just worked it all as hard as possible without hurting himself in the days before. Relaxed but tight, and with the amount of power she was pushing through to near-blind him through his own eyelids, he felt like he was on the urge of breaking out into a fit of twitching.
And in only a moment, the rush cut out; feeling returned to normal, the light was gone, and he was left blinking away tears from how bright it was.
"Bandia," he breathed, flexing his fingers. It still felt like he might get shocked if he came too close to anything metal after that.
"I knew you had a lot to call on, but that's almost ridiculous." Now, though, he had to figure out how to flex that same muscle. Like learning how to wiggle his ears or his nose, it seemed like, but he could feel
something pulling along behind the current of energy Tyaethe had been pushing through his arm.
Feeling it at all was the first, and largest, step.
Alright, Fionn, nothing to it but to do it. If you try too hard or think through it too much you'll just make yourself fail.He took a deep breath, closing his eyes again. Focusing on the same sense of tingling, electric pull he could feel getting drawn along behind Tyaethe's own channeled mana. Nothing as explosive as when he was swinging a blade for a cut, or the slower, constant strain of dragging a sled full of stones across the yard. Different. An utterly dissimilar direction, entirely.
Just have to—It was like a small hum, deep in his chest, when he finally found it again. The sort of deep-seated, reverberating vibration he'd come to associate with the passage of a massive column of men and horses nearby, shaking the ground, and him with it. He exhaled, latching onto the pure tone he could feel, and started to mentally direct it down his arm with the same force of will and methodical mindset that he used to control his own breathing when exercising. The tingling spread again, gradually, lesser but still there, from his sternum, through his shoulder, and down to his hand.
He could almost swear he felt the hairs standing up along his arm, following the energy, that alternating warmth and chill pulsing through his veins and muscles as he tried to make light the same as Tyaethe had.
"I'm almost afraid to open my eyes and see if this is working," he said after a moment.
"Tell me true, are my fingers glowing again?"
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