"I wouldn't know. I've never met a wizard," Nida said. "Only sorceresses and witches."
One witch with stars for eyes and pulsating blue power in his heart and Nida could remember nothing more of the man he had loved and lost. Instead he absolutely reached out to take that hand and shake it. He had no clue that a measure of him could be taken with merely a touch. Of course, he need not worry about that, not at all.
Because any push to read him, any senses reaching out to try and get his measure, would only serve to arouse the attention of a guardian force. While back home Siren wasn't the most powerful of the GFs native to his world, here she was the only one, so she could easily be called the best. No matter how good or bad she was, she was still a raw elemental force, a wellspring of magic and power, perhaps even a fragment of the long dead and shattered god of his world, no one really knew. What mattered was she was protective, and any invasive senses might likely be met with her awareness, with the rush and roar of waves and winds slamming against a rocky coast. And to punctuate it all, the discordant sound of a harp not being played for music but for noise, and the sense of being buffeted by wings.
Of course, there was always the chance that he didn't press his senses, in which case there would just be a pleasant, firm handshake.
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One witch with stars for eyes and pulsating blue power in his heart and Nida could remember nothing more of the man he had loved and lost. Instead he absolutely reached out to take that hand and shake it. He had no clue that a measure of him could be taken with merely a touch. Of course, he need not worry about that, not at all.
Because any push to read him, any senses reaching out to try and get his measure, would only serve to arouse the attention of a guardian force. While back home Siren wasn't the most powerful of the GFs native to his world, here she was the only one, so she could easily be called the best. No matter how good or bad she was, she was still a raw elemental force, a wellspring of magic and power, perhaps even a fragment of the long dead and shattered god of his world, no one really knew. What mattered was she was protective, and any invasive senses might likely be met with her awareness, with the rush and roar of waves and winds slamming against a rocky coast. And to punctuate it all, the discordant sound of a harp not being played for music but for noise, and the sense of being buffeted by wings.
Of course, there was always the chance that he didn't press his senses, in which case there would just be a pleasant, firm handshake.