Galadriel's expression was fixed into a look of polite interest as he examined the staff. It was habit, mostly, to hide the full extent of her interest, but he was the focus of all of her attention. Without the rest of Skyhold nearby, or the threat of demons and rifts, he was the only thing affecting the--was if the Fade or the Veil? The distinction had not been made entirely clear to her, but his was the only force acting upon this place.
It was a strange and removed sensation, the pull of magic. It didn't behave like the power to which she was accustomed, nor did it, she noticed, behave as the powers of the Istari did. Their staves were more tether than weapon, an anchor to the world; the pull of power through this staff was the opposite, as if it were a siphon made of spun silk. The feel of its function and lightness were irritating in a mild but deeply unnerving way.
When he directed his focus, set his mind to fire, she felt the shift.
The outward change was negligible, the staff neither repulsed nor embraced his efforts, but she was able to label the feel of it. It was a sensation that traveled along her bones in a quiet way, spilling like sand, or the echo of sand over her arms and hands. This magic was drawn up from somewhere deep and distant, it skated across the world but didn't infuse it as her own was wont. She disliked the creep of the veil intensely, she would have preferred to stop but knowing that this was how "fire" felt was invaluable.
"I believe so," Galadriel replied evenly. Her stare was far too intense for her mild expression, but there was little to be done about that. "Does the quality of the staff hinge upon the resilience of it, or the severity of its reaction, should you find how it is attuned?"
It seemed too delicate to be of use, as though she would level her will upon it and it would shatter. It was unlike the mark in her hand, it was fragile in a way that the power of the rifts were not, but it was equally bizarre. Perhaps this was why there were so many staves available in Skyhold, why every mage regarded them as a simple possession and not something truly dangerous, truly powerful?
"And is there not the possibility that it could be attuned to something you do not know how to cast? I presume its alignment must also be by design, else it is the materials that dictate it?"
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It was a strange and removed sensation, the pull of magic. It didn't behave like the power to which she was accustomed, nor did it, she noticed, behave as the powers of the Istari did. Their staves were more tether than weapon, an anchor to the world; the pull of power through this staff was the opposite, as if it were a siphon made of spun silk. The feel of its function and lightness were irritating in a mild but deeply unnerving way.
When he directed his focus, set his mind to fire, she felt the shift.
The outward change was negligible, the staff neither repulsed nor embraced his efforts, but she was able to label the feel of it. It was a sensation that traveled along her bones in a quiet way, spilling like sand, or the echo of sand over her arms and hands. This magic was drawn up from somewhere deep and distant, it skated across the world but didn't infuse it as her own was wont. She disliked the creep of the veil intensely, she would have preferred to stop but knowing that this was how "fire" felt was invaluable.
"I believe so," Galadriel replied evenly. Her stare was far too intense for her mild expression, but there was little to be done about that. "Does the quality of the staff hinge upon the resilience of it, or the severity of its reaction, should you find how it is attuned?"
It seemed too delicate to be of use, as though she would level her will upon it and it would shatter. It was unlike the mark in her hand, it was fragile in a way that the power of the rifts were not, but it was equally bizarre. Perhaps this was why there were so many staves available in Skyhold, why every mage regarded them as a simple possession and not something truly dangerous, truly powerful?
"And is there not the possibility that it could be attuned to something you do not know how to cast? I presume its alignment must also be by design, else it is the materials that dictate it?"