Smile. Put our hand to our chest, and nod a slow nod. "I would be most grateful, sir."
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I would be most grateful, sir."
He smiles. ‘Then let us begin!’
He takes You to an empty Lecture Hall, built like an indoor ampitheatre, and brings You to the stage. Setting a few books on the ground, he begins the lesson.
It’s a lot more like ballet or a martial art than You might have expected. Some movements are essential, while others can be as wild as You want them to be. Sometimes You need to spin until You reach an almost trance-like state, while other times, simple movements of the body are enough. Gradually, as You spin, and jump and move, You begin to notice that in small ways, the World moves with You. Slowly, but picking up pace, You are directed by Bran in certain movements, certain gestures, certain leaps and spins, each time causing various small objects set down on the stage to move more and more. You lose track of time, and suddenly, You are flying, and spinning, and dancing, and as You do so, You watch as Your every Move carries a single book, flying beside You, spinning around You, and dancing in an endless harmony. Until You get hungry, and You eventually have to stop, and both You and the book flop onto the ground with exhaustion. Shortly afterwards, You are munching on a slice of rye toast with a poached egg, much to the delight of Your tired body, as Bran comments on Your work.
‘I’ve never seen anyone take to dancing work quite like that. You must have been a Masterful dancer before whatever incident lost You Your memory, whatever that was. I won’t pry about details, it probably wasn’t a pleasant experience. But still, some People take Years to get the hang of that, and here I am, it’s barely past lunchtime and You’ve gotten it all perfectly! Whatever it was, it definitely didn’t get rid of Your Body’s memories. If we keep this pace up, I’d say I could teach You a nice healing spell before I have to go back to my work. Come on!’
After dragging You back onto the stage, poached egg still in the mouth, he begins the movements for the Healing spell, checking a small notebook for specifics whenever He thinks You aren’t looking. Soon, You find Yourself spinning in circles, hands flying, eyes closed. Everything becomes focused. Every fibre of Your being channels itself into one point. You open Your eyes. Bran walks up, and traces Your neck.
‘Well done. You don’t even have a scar left behind.’
You can’t help but feel good. You realise that You started smiling a few seconds ago without noticing. This feels
good.Back in His office, he seats You down, and pours out some tea. The light through the window has gotten darker, and it looks like mist has settled outside.
‘Well. Personally, enjoyed that immensely. That was some of the best Magician’s dancing that I have ever seen. I’m not sure what else to say. Though... If I might, what’s the plan with the Orb? I’d love to research it, if You were okay with that, but if You want to hold onto it, I understand completely. And, uh, please take milk with Your tea this time. It hurts a little to watch You, no offense.’
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black Spherical Orb
Bedroll
Plate
Dancing method
Minor Telekenesis
Healing
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Topic: Of Ghosts and Whispers: a Suggestion game (Read 30631 times)