11-14-2014, 08:00 PM
Bas felt the goosebumps on his arm go away. Then they returned just as she said she'd seized the power. Pyotr notice it too and understood.
Then it was Pyotr's turn to seize the power to see if Aurora could tell. Bas certainly could. Truth was, it bothered him. Oh, he trusted Pyotr. He did. But still...it was like being seated while everyone else was standing. It just made him uncomfortable.
He prayed and then grabbed at the power, wrestled it. It felt exhilarating as he pulled as much into him as possible. He felt full to the point of nearly bursting. The euphoria and sensations he felt started to cross the line now, started to feel like pain. That was new. Then again, he'd never done that before. He slackened his grip and let some of the power go until the shadow of pain disappeared.
Another thing, though. He could sense Pyotr's strength. It was far lower than his own. It made sense, he supposed, given the kind of guy Pyotr was. Interesting.
He remembered Nox's weave of a whip of fire and decided he wanted to try it. He didn't really remember how it was done, but decided to wing it. It was just his way. He wasn't much of a deep thinker, really. Instinctively he wove very thing threads of fire so that they extended outwardly from his hand. But they didn't braid together like he wanted. Instead all writhed and squirmed independently. He couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong.
That's when his sense picked up the smell of smoke and he looked down at the ratty carpet. It was smoking and melting where the strands of fire were.
"Ooops!"
he said with a grin and quickly let the weave go. The room was now filled with the smell of burnt and melted carpet. He kind of chuckled. "Sorry about that. I know a guy who can make a whip out of fire. Guess I'll have to get him to show me how."
After a moment, he put a weave of water on the carpet and now wet carpet joined the odors, making it worse. "Hmm....I'm really good at this, huh,"
he said with a laugh. "Have anything else you want me to ruin for you?"
He felt kinda bad, though this place was a hole, really. It hadn't smelled that great to begin with.
He gave her an innocent look and said, "You were planning on moving right? This is no place for a sweet girl like you. I know where I can find you a better place than this."
Then it was Pyotr's turn to seize the power to see if Aurora could tell. Bas certainly could. Truth was, it bothered him. Oh, he trusted Pyotr. He did. But still...it was like being seated while everyone else was standing. It just made him uncomfortable.
He prayed and then grabbed at the power, wrestled it. It felt exhilarating as he pulled as much into him as possible. He felt full to the point of nearly bursting. The euphoria and sensations he felt started to cross the line now, started to feel like pain. That was new. Then again, he'd never done that before. He slackened his grip and let some of the power go until the shadow of pain disappeared.
Another thing, though. He could sense Pyotr's strength. It was far lower than his own. It made sense, he supposed, given the kind of guy Pyotr was. Interesting.
He remembered Nox's weave of a whip of fire and decided he wanted to try it. He didn't really remember how it was done, but decided to wing it. It was just his way. He wasn't much of a deep thinker, really. Instinctively he wove very thing threads of fire so that they extended outwardly from his hand. But they didn't braid together like he wanted. Instead all writhed and squirmed independently. He couldn't figure out what he was doing wrong.
That's when his sense picked up the smell of smoke and he looked down at the ratty carpet. It was smoking and melting where the strands of fire were.
"Ooops!"
he said with a grin and quickly let the weave go. The room was now filled with the smell of burnt and melted carpet. He kind of chuckled. "Sorry about that. I know a guy who can make a whip out of fire. Guess I'll have to get him to show me how."
After a moment, he put a weave of water on the carpet and now wet carpet joined the odors, making it worse. "Hmm....I'm really good at this, huh,"
he said with a laugh. "Have anything else you want me to ruin for you?"
He felt kinda bad, though this place was a hole, really. It hadn't smelled that great to begin with.
He gave her an innocent look and said, "You were planning on moving right? This is no place for a sweet girl like you. I know where I can find you a better place than this."