Lenore eased the knife from under the nail head. Had he been too dramatic? Curling the previous statements through his mind the nuit had tried to quick like pulsers were always wanting. Clearly it had been a mistake with Clyde. the nuit would have apologized but the mage had gone headlong into preparations of a spell. With slightly jealous awe the nuit watched as Clyde made his glyphs on the first attempts. The glyphs looked nothing at all like Lenore’s, and at the same time the nuit had no idea what they meant. Curiosity bruised eyes never left Clyde as he prepared, in fact the nuit had stopped moving altogether. Entirely focused on observing this unknown magic.
Mentally Lenore scoffed the rhyming. How could a rhyme help? But as the composition continued the animator recognized a kinship between Clyde’s rhyming and a directive. It was a directive for a force not a being. Not for the first time did Lenore wish he had a journal close at hand, these observations could prove useful in research yet to come. For now he observed with delighted interest every action Clyde made.
Questions arose as the magic progressed. Did the directives need to rhyme? Was the staff vital to the magic? Did it need to be blue to perform this discipline? What magic was this all headed to? Perhaps voiding, Clyde had previously mentioned the magic.
Once again the nuit returned the box to the table. HIs questions laid out within his mind, he prepared to observe further to find further evidence to their answers.pushing his bronze spectacles high on the bridge of his nose, the nuit nodded. “Yes I am quite calm. You shall instruct me when to begin the process of opening the box. I shall remain inert in that regard until you specify otherwise.” Transfixed by the tiny portal, Lenore itched to inspect it closer. Such an inspection though would likely be fruitless as long as he had no practical knowledge of the magic. Though they must in someway be kin given that they were magics, Lenore could not help but see the extreme dissimilarity between his puppets and this force drawn into existence by willpower.
Clyde’s advice about magics working in synchronism came to mind. It was a concession the animator had to make, he needed to secure other magics to progress his research. This very situation was proof of the necessity. He had been forced into a corner by a failed experiment because he couldn’t devest himself of it an appropriate manner. Not to mention, if an animation could only be taught any action its source knew how to perform then what if it knew how to perform magic? Could this be passed on to the golem? Grasping for the nearest bird figurine, Lenore finally ripped his eyes from Clyde’s work. He inspected every angle of the little painted carving. As soon as this episode can toa close the research would forge his path forward it was nearing time to complete his project, to give it life. This demonstration only urged him onward, he needed access to the resources Sahova had to offer a mage.
He would wait until Clyde’s work was complete to inquire, “Is this how voiding manifests?”
Mentally Lenore scoffed the rhyming. How could a rhyme help? But as the composition continued the animator recognized a kinship between Clyde’s rhyming and a directive. It was a directive for a force not a being. Not for the first time did Lenore wish he had a journal close at hand, these observations could prove useful in research yet to come. For now he observed with delighted interest every action Clyde made.
Questions arose as the magic progressed. Did the directives need to rhyme? Was the staff vital to the magic? Did it need to be blue to perform this discipline? What magic was this all headed to? Perhaps voiding, Clyde had previously mentioned the magic.
Once again the nuit returned the box to the table. HIs questions laid out within his mind, he prepared to observe further to find further evidence to their answers.pushing his bronze spectacles high on the bridge of his nose, the nuit nodded. “Yes I am quite calm. You shall instruct me when to begin the process of opening the box. I shall remain inert in that regard until you specify otherwise.” Transfixed by the tiny portal, Lenore itched to inspect it closer. Such an inspection though would likely be fruitless as long as he had no practical knowledge of the magic. Though they must in someway be kin given that they were magics, Lenore could not help but see the extreme dissimilarity between his puppets and this force drawn into existence by willpower.
Clyde’s advice about magics working in synchronism came to mind. It was a concession the animator had to make, he needed to secure other magics to progress his research. This very situation was proof of the necessity. He had been forced into a corner by a failed experiment because he couldn’t devest himself of it an appropriate manner. Not to mention, if an animation could only be taught any action its source knew how to perform then what if it knew how to perform magic? Could this be passed on to the golem? Grasping for the nearest bird figurine, Lenore finally ripped his eyes from Clyde’s work. He inspected every angle of the little painted carving. As soon as this episode can toa close the research would forge his path forward it was nearing time to complete his project, to give it life. This demonstration only urged him onward, he needed access to the resources Sahova had to offer a mage.
He would wait until Clyde’s work was complete to inquire, “Is this how voiding manifests?”