She inhales, then carefully extends her hands to touch Moiraine's fingertips. She forces her mind away from the fleeting human contact and focuses on receiving the thalergenic magic.
She can see the fizzing corrosive edge where her own necromantic magic slowly converts the weave, and focuses, trying to pull it back or slow it. It feels like artificial respiration on a tiny living creature.
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Date: 2020-09-17 03:37 am (UTC)She can see the fizzing corrosive edge where her own necromantic magic slowly converts the weave, and focuses, trying to pull it back or slow it. It feels like artificial respiration on a tiny living creature.