Sali's feet parted, the curved toes of his gutals pushing aside snow. Such an action brought him back to his surroundings, which he relied on as a shaman. His ability was to call to the earth and wind for aid and answers. That why people sought him out to begin with. However, in this case, he had to seek out Ser Blaccat. The 'aether' of this land was far too foreign for him, far too. . . alien, as he'd heard a Westerner say before.
It was then he realized he couldn't call out to the land. He couldn't ask of it. He had to use his own magic reserves. With a sudden odd calmness, he gave a forceful sigh. A strange sense of brief mental 'respite' that many Xaela were familiar with.
"I don't think a beast is doing this!" At this point, he was less argumentative and more annoyed. This time, it didn't seem to be with Mori, given how his voice was toned down.
Until there was a child.
A stifled yelp tried to escape him as the same shield was placed around the girl - an invisible barrier that occasionally flickered a pictograph.
"Hide! Get to safety!"
These words were spoken with much more confidence, yet carried a sense of anxiety. One too familiar for him.
It was then he realized he couldn't call out to the land. He couldn't ask of it. He had to use his own magic reserves. With a sudden odd calmness, he gave a forceful sigh. A strange sense of brief mental 'respite' that many Xaela were familiar with.
"I don't think a beast is doing this!" At this point, he was less argumentative and more annoyed. This time, it didn't seem to be with Mori, given how his voice was toned down.
Until there was a child.
A stifled yelp tried to escape him as the same shield was placed around the girl - an invisible barrier that occasionally flickered a pictograph.
"Hide! Get to safety!"
These words were spoken with much more confidence, yet carried a sense of anxiety. One too familiar for him.
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