Awakening

[Michael Vellas]

He noted the fact that Morven didn't answer his questions, nor was she forthcoming about her own experiences. Well, so be it. In truth, he was simply happy to have someone to talk to as an equal. His loquaciousness surprised him, and it was a sign that perhaps he needed to get away from the Garden for a time. The constant need to assert his own power to keep arrogant students in line grew tiresome. 

Indeed, it seemed as if Morven did not care, and he did not see why she should. The matter of power could be inconsequential between men and women. Too many things I don't know. Too many things that can get me killed. 

Soon the thoughts drifted away as Morven smiled. He felt a shiver of anticipation, the hair on arms and neck standing on end. She did not seem to notice he held the Power, and he could not sense anything from her. He felt a little foolish until an invisible force gripped him and forced him into the air. His eyes narrowed momentarily. There was nothing to see nor did he feel any kind of power. Carefully, he reached out with threads of Spirit towards the points he could feel lifting him up. Curiously, it seemed as if he hit an unseen wall. He extended his web further to trace what must have been Morven's own. 

He spent a moment prodding the invisible web, watching Morven for any reaction. His brow creased and spun a scythe of spirit, fire and earth, swinging down. He dropped from the air as he cut through the web with surprising ease. He had no idea how much power would be necessary so erred on the side of caution. He grunted. "Huh, I see." 

Before he could do much more, he felt another web take hold of him, this time stronger. His gaze locked with Morven's and he smiled. "Finally, a reaction. I thought you were as stoic as a stone." More resistant than the first, Michael nonetheless cut through Morven's web without issue. 

"Well, that answers one question. Did you use all of your power?" he mused then cocked his head. "What did you feel?" 


[Mode with permission]