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In the days since his arrival here, he and Ceartas explored as much as they could, learned as much as they could. They had found many things both familiar and new, never before seen in their original world or others they've visited. The unfamiliarity of the land made it difficult to find good places to rest, eat, and find safe water, but such is life. One day they will be able to settle; for now, there was work to be done. They had both also discovered that each of them possessed their own form of magic. He practices it now as he explores this land. It is a warm, slow windy afternoon. The rapid currents of the river ran to his left, and he followed it north as it led him through the valley. He kept his senses alert to his surroundings as he walked, but eventually decided it would be better to stop and focus more on his magic. The rapids were too fast and foamy to get much of a reflection, but there are smaller, very shallow pools of water separated by the rocky ground that he could get a reflection on. Using that, Gabriel would watch as he focused on the bone spurs along his spine. It took several moments for them to slowly and audibly grow in length. The bones snap and split at the middle, sharpening in texture so that he looked like a bony porcupine. The effort to use such magic strained him; face contorted in a grimace, he tries his best to make the bones split and grow longer... but soon it becomes too much, and just like that, they revert back to their original positioning. He would try again another time. "speech." |
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