[ he cuts himself off, gawking at the light that spills from soren's hand.
it doesn't give him time to reflect on being told of any alleged death, because he knows that spell. knows very well that dark magic isn't possible here (and did not think it to be so, even in their strange dream realm), and yet here soren was,
making imperfect use of magic. but still use. he's stunned, watching the light dance about, reflect off the cave's walls. ah. ]
You [ his son, of all people ] are to be a Witch here, then..?
[ it's one of the moments that have plagued this conversation, where he's speaking to himself more than anyone. ]
no subject
[ he cuts himself off, gawking at the light that spills from soren's hand.
it doesn't give him time to reflect on being told of any alleged death, because he knows that spell. knows very well that dark magic isn't possible here (and did not think it to be so, even in their strange dream realm), and yet here soren was,
making imperfect use of magic. but still use. he's stunned, watching the light dance about, reflect off the cave's walls. ah. ]
You [ his son, of all people ] are to be a Witch here, then..?
[ it's one of the moments that have plagued this conversation, where he's speaking to himself more than anyone. ]