Her lips part in a soft gasp, and Moiraine grows very still.
It is like ice spreading through her, but not entirely. Like being immersed in the shade-cooled, slightly oily water of a swamp, feeling the alien sensation spreading throughout her. It is instinct to struggle against it -- but it is an instinct the Aes Sedai suppresses through long years of skill and experience at embracing saidar, which requires the channeler to allow it to flood over and flow through her without resisting.
She breathes, in and out, slow and steady, letting herself settle into the chill as it reaches for her bones.
"I will channel now," she murmurs. "It will seem like a river, rushing. Do not be alarmed."
Moiraine opens to saidar, and in an instant the power rushes through her, flooding her mind and her being with Light, warm and golden and shining.
Threads spark at her fingertips as one stream within the golden storm brightens, flowing faster and more clear, sky-blue and white.
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Date: 2020-09-17 04:43 pm (UTC)It is like ice spreading through her, but not entirely. Like being immersed in the shade-cooled, slightly oily water of a swamp, feeling the alien sensation spreading throughout her. It is instinct to struggle against it -- but it is an instinct the Aes Sedai suppresses through long years of skill and experience at embracing saidar, which requires the channeler to allow it to flood over and flow through her without resisting.
She breathes, in and out, slow and steady, letting herself settle into the chill as it reaches for her bones.
"I will channel now," she murmurs. "It will seem like a river, rushing. Do not be alarmed."
Moiraine opens to saidar, and in an instant the power rushes through her, flooding her mind and her being with Light, warm and golden and shining.
Threads spark at her fingertips as one stream within the golden storm brightens, flowing faster and more clear, sky-blue and white.