[ The way the magic feels here is wrong, in that it doesn't feel like anything. Like it's both barely there, and not at all. It must be why Holland isn't healing. His blood carries the magic of an Antari, but where that power always felt like more, here it's somehow not enough.
He sighs with some frustration as Kell falls into step. He doesn't need the other man's pity, but at the very least he hasn't asked as to his health. He'll take the small mercy and continue on. This isn't even the worst pain he's had to deal with. ]
Perhaps something is dampening our blood. It would explain why the elements listen, but they won't answer in kind.
[ He waves a hand in front of him, and all it does is blow a weak enough gust to rustle his hair. Pathetic. ]
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[ The way the magic feels here is wrong, in that it doesn't feel like anything. Like it's both barely there, and not at all. It must be why Holland isn't healing. His blood carries the magic of an Antari, but where that power always felt like more, here it's somehow not enough.
He sighs with some frustration as Kell falls into step. He doesn't need the other man's pity, but at the very least he hasn't asked as to his health. He'll take the small mercy and continue on. This isn't even the worst pain he's had to deal with. ]
Perhaps something is dampening our blood. It would explain why the elements listen, but they won't answer in kind.
[ He waves a hand in front of him, and all it does is blow a weak enough gust to rustle his hair. Pathetic. ]