Chakra! I've heard that mentioned before, I think.
[It's a word that tugs at his memory, vaguely. Makes him think of hot days cooped up in a stuffy library, books and papers strewn about his desk, dark ink staining his fingers. Asra, stretched out lazy and loose as a cat in the noonday sun, face cupped soft in the palm of his hand. Sketching in the air with his fingers, a half-hearted explanation.
But whatever that explanation had entailed, it had bypassed his understanding. Only half-remembered now. Whittled down to just that one almost-familiar word.]
Something to do with um...centres, in the body? I'll admit, it never made much sense to me.
[A quick, rueful shake of his head.]
But um, yes. Magicians. Those who can do magic, cast spells and the like. Where I hail from, one only ever really uses the word Witch as an insult.
[And there's a colour to his voice as he says it, the vague underlay of guilt.]
no subject
[It's a word that tugs at his memory, vaguely. Makes him think of hot days cooped up in a stuffy library, books and papers strewn about his desk, dark ink staining his fingers. Asra, stretched out lazy and loose as a cat in the noonday sun, face cupped soft in the palm of his hand. Sketching in the air with his fingers, a half-hearted explanation.
But whatever that explanation had entailed, it had bypassed his understanding. Only half-remembered now. Whittled down to just that one almost-familiar word.]
Something to do with um...centres, in the body? I'll admit, it never made much sense to me.
[A quick, rueful shake of his head.]
But um, yes. Magicians. Those who can do magic, cast spells and the like. Where I hail from, one only ever really uses the word Witch as an insult.
[And there's a colour to his voice as he says it, the vague underlay of guilt.]