Oh, so that's what she wanted. I was expecting a shield.
Ashe thought to herself as Almy's book absorbed the spell. It was good to have confirmation of what type of magic it was, but what caught Ashe's attention was that it was able to convert her spell into formulae when neither she nor Vendrick had ever once used such a thing. In fact, what she had just used wasn't even a spell at all; it was just a blob of energy, so to speak. It was interesting. From the looks of things Almy's spellbook could absorb spells cast at her and convert them into formulae that not only contained the casting of the spell, but also the energy to do so.Perhaps 'casting' is the wrong word. That would be impossible, really. A more apt description would be that it captures the 'form' of the spell, I suppose. If that were the case..."Then theoretically, this could work on any-"
Ashe started to finish her thought out loud, but was interrupted by an explosion of green light that left the pair covered in a different sort of greenery."-magic..."
She finished belatedly. Almy pursed her lips and blinked, looking for all the world like a grade-schooler whose science fair project hadn't worked properly. "That's not what it was supposed to do..."
It was too much for Ashe. Her face contorted as she tried to keep a straight face for about two seconds before bursting into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation. Of course, Almy's confused expression didn't make things any easier. She went on for about a minute before she managed to get herself under control, feeling better than she had in ages."Hehe...sorry about that Almy,"
Ashe squeezed out, brushing off a tear. "I wasn't laughing at you, its just..."
She waved her hand vaguely, trying to catch her breath. "This whole thing, then your expression..."
She chuckled a bit more as she wound down, then finished with a satisfied sigh."I needed that, I think. Sorry, let me try to get these off somehow..."
A quick glance at their situation didn't offer any immediate answers. They were covered in vines, simple as that. Ashe couldn't reach her blade to draw it, much less swing it, and she didn't want to change into her demon form here lest the monks see it and get the wrong impression. Then again, if physical was out of the question..."Hrmm...these are my vines, technically."
She muttered, thinking aloud. "Maybe I could..."
Settling down, she reached for the vines like she might a spirit, and sure enough the connection was there; similar to her spirit connections, yet different enough to draw a solid line between the two. A decidedly different source, but where was it coming
from? It didn't matter at the moment. For now she tried directing them to move away from the two of them, watching with surprise as the flowering vines actually listened to her commands. Once the pair was free of them she directed the plants to take root and attach to a nearby statue. It was an ugly one anyway, and was much improved by it."Well. That certainly was entertaining. Let's try again, shall we?"
* * *
Vendrick laughed softly, glad Timara had overlooked his lapse of emotion, whether intentional or not. Perhaps I shall talk with her then, if I get the chance.
Truthfully, a conversation with Almyra had been on his mind for some time. There was much about her source of power that intrigued him, both academically and as a matter of survival. For one who existed beyond death a force that could erase the soul was a grave matter indeed, and he intended to find a way to defend against it. Still, that was for another time. Timara demanded his attention in the moment.That is good to hear.
He raised an eyebrow in interest. I had been worried that you would have difficulty adjusting to life after death. Many do, when robbed of a body, but in light of what you have said I am unsurprised you are doing so well. Ah, a moment.
Vendrick stopped abruptly, gently but firmly pulling Timara back as a pygmy-sized Ban came crashing through the brush in pursuit of some small woodland animal.My apologies,
he said, letting go and offering an embarrassed smile. It may do no harm, but passing through living beings can be somewhat disorienting. I am sorry if I have bothered you.
Was he overdoing it? His court manner was rusty after so long, but in Timara's presence he felt it slip on like a glove. He found himself oddly conscious of her; she was attractive, to be sure, but more importantly she was intelligent
, and interesting to boot. Tragedy had a way of deepening the soul, and not only had Timara endured much, she had overcome
it through a sharp mind and force of will. It was something he could respect.Ahem, well, as I was saying,
he continued on with after a bit of an awkward silence. It is no surprise that you take so well to this life. As a spirit, everything, even locomotion, is dependent upon your will. That is where most falter, you see. Without a body to communicate to, the spirit flounders while they attempt to learn how to move a mind instead of an arm or a leg.
He flashed an encouraging smile. While you have endured much hardship, in a way it is the best training you could have received. It is, and was, an impressive feat to do as you did.