Only the magic which Elidibus is gathering seems to be present, as well as the familiar sense of various enchantments, either purchased or personally wrought by the Ascian turned witch. No new transformation enchantment lingering in the vicinity; it has either dispersed without a target or gone to trouble someone else.
As unable to keep focused on one topic overlong in conversation as the Emissary appears to be, the very act of pulling together the spell and allowing the brimming power flow into the pattern woven is well executed. Even focused. "Hmm. I hear such tales. And yes," a glance is flicked toward the window briefly and then Lahabrea. "I plan to look into the matter. I will see you below."
Already some lucidity settles just in the act of discharging power. So long as nothing untoward happens like a sudden surge, he should keep a clean control on the spell for such a short distance to a familiar yard. And though Lahabrea's suggestion to bring bandages does not fall on deaf ears, Elidibus has learned his lesson of trying to abort or shift the willful flow of this Star's aether today thank you very much. Also, why stop and reach for bandages when he has power for days and can just conjure some up?
Sure they might be temporary but it'll last an application. In any case...
*pop*
.
.
.
*pop* Enjoy hearing it both times. Elidibus still hasn't fixed that sound. It's possible he still isn't aware of it.
The effect of the teleportation is not as abrupt, bearing with it the trademarks of familiar tendrils of black and purple though only in appearance. Only a small stumble indicates the landing isn't perfect; a glance out the window in following the dragon's transformation and movement had put a hint of altitude which results in the same sensation of missing that final step before a landing.
Let's pretend that didn't happen.
The Emissary will arrive about the same time or a little after Lahabrea lands, but it was a time-saver in comparison to taking a more mundane route through the house to get to this point. His gaze pans around the yard, already seeking to assess what... to... do.
Here, Elidibus falters. Fireworks, yes. Night will be soon. Until then a barrier to display... something, certainly. But what? Certainly not a fiery rain in the sky. Nor buildings of Amaurot- under a sky of blue as that sketch he has framed in his room. How long has it been since he's used magic to cause a display for pure enjoyment? It seemed too easy to think of options earlier but now where to start? Through the Bond, this hesitancy can be detected, though by outward appearances Elidibus has once again begun a spell's construct. Framework to turn into a barrier which would act as a safety net for any wayward spells. It would hardly do to let out-of-control magic under the new moon burn down half the neighborhood or worse, after all.
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Date: 2021-05-27 06:12 pm (UTC)As unable to keep focused on one topic overlong in conversation as the Emissary appears to be, the very act of pulling together the spell and allowing the brimming power flow into the pattern woven is well executed. Even focused. "Hmm. I hear such tales. And yes," a glance is flicked toward the window briefly and then Lahabrea. "I plan to look into the matter. I will see you below."
Already some lucidity settles just in the act of discharging power. So long as nothing untoward happens like a sudden surge, he should keep a clean control on the spell for such a short distance to a familiar yard. And though Lahabrea's suggestion to bring bandages does not fall on deaf ears, Elidibus has learned his lesson of trying to abort or shift the willful flow of this Star's aether today thank you very much. Also, why stop and reach for bandages when he has power for days and can just conjure some up?
Sure they might be temporary but it'll last an application. In any case...
*pop*
.
.
.
*pop* Enjoy hearing it both times. Elidibus still hasn't fixed that sound. It's possible he still isn't aware of it.
The effect of the teleportation is not as abrupt, bearing with it the trademarks of familiar tendrils of black and purple though only in appearance. Only a small stumble indicates the landing isn't perfect; a glance out the window in following the dragon's transformation and movement had put a hint of altitude which results in the same sensation of missing that final step before a landing.
Let's pretend that didn't happen.
The Emissary will arrive about the same time or a little after Lahabrea lands, but it was a time-saver in comparison to taking a more mundane route through the house to get to this point. His gaze pans around the yard, already seeking to assess what... to... do.
Here, Elidibus falters. Fireworks, yes. Night will be soon. Until then a barrier to display... something, certainly. But what? Certainly not a fiery rain in the sky. Nor buildings of Amaurot- under a sky of blue as that sketch he has framed in his room. How long has it been since he's used magic to cause a display for pure enjoyment? It seemed too easy to think of options earlier but now where to start? Through the Bond, this hesitancy can be detected, though by outward appearances Elidibus has once again begun a spell's construct. Framework to turn into a barrier which would act as a safety net for any wayward spells. It would hardly do to let out-of-control magic under the new moon burn down half the neighborhood or worse, after all.