Faith of the Heart
Destyn's large eyes widened larger still, as Talon went about executing and interweaving his Crafts, narrating all the while. He spoke like an elder, Destyn thought. Like a wise watcher of his quondam clan who treated with spirits and sometimes spoke as they did.
The Fae was completely out of his depth in terms of the actual task being enacted before him, so he listened carefully to the words. This was not his native tongue and, though he was fluent, it could occasionally escape him when he was distracted or overwhelmed. He was both now, so he needed to make the conscious effort to focus upon the sentiments espoused by his saviour.
Looking around them at the stunning display arrayed about Sivan's garden, he blinked- hoping the true keeper of the garden wouldn't take this adjustment for an incursion. He'd always been warm, welcoming and obliging to Destyn's many quirks, but the Fae had never cast an intricate, multilayered spell over a significant part of the elf's property. Granted, he might have done so had he the capabilities, but in point of fact he hadn't.
When Talon's toil seemed to reach a cadence and the demigod gestured, Destyn's eyes followed his hand to the pedestal and he nodded, comprehending. He rose to approach the pedestal, pausing before placing the crystal into its apparent sticking place.
"I am glad that you made, you know, this demonstration because I could not myself do any of that.” He observed with a bashful laugh. "I think you had better teach me what it all means, if you have, you know, the time and willingness...”
With that said, he placed the crystal into its place on the pedestal and stepped back to regard the effects.
25 Frost, 122
Destyn's large eyes widened larger still, as Talon went about executing and interweaving his Crafts, narrating all the while. He spoke like an elder, Destyn thought. Like a wise watcher of his quondam clan who treated with spirits and sometimes spoke as they did.
The Fae was completely out of his depth in terms of the actual task being enacted before him, so he listened carefully to the words. This was not his native tongue and, though he was fluent, it could occasionally escape him when he was distracted or overwhelmed. He was both now, so he needed to make the conscious effort to focus upon the sentiments espoused by his saviour.
Looking around them at the stunning display arrayed about Sivan's garden, he blinked- hoping the true keeper of the garden wouldn't take this adjustment for an incursion. He'd always been warm, welcoming and obliging to Destyn's many quirks, but the Fae had never cast an intricate, multilayered spell over a significant part of the elf's property. Granted, he might have done so had he the capabilities, but in point of fact he hadn't.
When Talon's toil seemed to reach a cadence and the demigod gestured, Destyn's eyes followed his hand to the pedestal and he nodded, comprehending. He rose to approach the pedestal, pausing before placing the crystal into its apparent sticking place.
"I am glad that you made, you know, this demonstration because I could not myself do any of that.” He observed with a bashful laugh. "I think you had better teach me what it all means, if you have, you know, the time and willingness...”
With that said, he placed the crystal into its place on the pedestal and stepped back to regard the effects.
