04-20-2015, 08:01 AM
Nox watched with amused glee as Ascendancy didn't hid from him what he was doing. He couldn't understand exactly what he was doing. Nox memorized the weave, the intricacies of each cast thread. He wanted to draw upon his power and make the weaves just to see what it did. Ascendancy easily moved earth. None of this was likely to help Nox, but this was the first time anyone had showing him something so easily. When Bas formed his weave cutting weave it had been purely coincidental, he hadn't known how to do it either.
Nox's body nearly hummed with the need to touch the power, it was too intoxicating, the power beneath, the call to learn and drawn from what little knowledge he could gain from the most powerful man he'd ever meet.
Having easily found what he was looking for, Nox slowly came to understand what he'd been doing, granted that meant little to Nox until he could try the weave itself. But he had been looking for the buried metal. Nox knew very little about history, or current events and he didn't really care either, but this was how this man became Ascendancy. Nox grinned.
It was the tiny floating pendant that he showed Aria that he'd been looking for. The hour glass, the words he spoke, completely foreign to him. Nox didn't care, he couldn't add anything to the conversation, he kept his mouth shut despite the complete desire to ask questions. To learn...
Nox's body nearly hummed with the need to touch the power, it was too intoxicating, the power beneath, the call to learn and drawn from what little knowledge he could gain from the most powerful man he'd ever meet.
Having easily found what he was looking for, Nox slowly came to understand what he'd been doing, granted that meant little to Nox until he could try the weave itself. But he had been looking for the buried metal. Nox knew very little about history, or current events and he didn't really care either, but this was how this man became Ascendancy. Nox grinned.
It was the tiny floating pendant that he showed Aria that he'd been looking for. The hour glass, the words he spoke, completely foreign to him. Nox didn't care, he couldn't add anything to the conversation, he kept his mouth shut despite the complete desire to ask questions. To learn...