when they tell you you are made of stars, tell them you know.

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Petrana de Cedoux, Benevenuta Thevenet & Galatea Lourdes + SPECIAL GUEST: YOU.
WHAT: A Wintermarch catch-all.
WHEN: Wintermarch.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: Somewhere for me to put planned, closed threads! Hit me up on keanuleaves or libbitybibbit#8828 if you desire one.

Comments

[overharrowed]

"It's called 'crushing prison' in combat, which sounds, I confess, very dramatic." He runs a hand through his hair, absently. "The basic idea is you create a cage of telekinetic force and crush it progressively tighter around a target. But a smaller version, more tightly woven, might be capable of cutting off air to a blaze if I could get the mechanics correct. I think. There might be a better way to go about it, but that was my most promising idea."

Whether he honestly doesn't notice that she's being careful of him or whether he's just grateful she's letting him pretend to be fine is not totally clear.