[ The beasts retreat. This, he logs sooner than the means Moiraine deploys to persuade them, pops and cracks and earth's expulsions, and it is a beautiful display in its discipline, in what it holds back.
Power is not truly exercised until it is perfectly, seamlessly controlled. He sits, and watches the shape of her tremulous under the hold of her sorcery, not an adept, but a master.
No time to behold her, to succumb to admiration. He is no child, compelled to his knees by the artistry of the first visiting swordsman. As the wolves withdraw, he plunged first, the long billowing wisps of his robs a pale mist beside him, and drags his sword out to keep them at bay — and yet there is no need for it.
Moiraine has fruitfully exorcised them. In wake of that, his contribution is paltrier: only a set of circuit talismans, ensconcing them, creating wards and a wall of sheer, indelicate power to protect the nearby territory in a tight radius around him and bide Moiraine the time to also descend.
His hand goes up, for all he knows it is unbidden, likely to go ignored. ]
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Power is not truly exercised until it is perfectly, seamlessly controlled. He sits, and watches the shape of her tremulous under the hold of her sorcery, not an adept, but a master.
No time to behold her, to succumb to admiration. He is no child, compelled to his knees by the artistry of the first visiting swordsman. As the wolves withdraw, he plunged first, the long billowing wisps of his robs a pale mist beside him, and drags his sword out to keep them at bay — and yet there is no need for it.
Moiraine has fruitfully exorcised them. In wake of that, his contribution is paltrier: only a set of circuit talismans, ensconcing them, creating wards and a wall of sheer, indelicate power to protect the nearby territory in a tight radius around him and bide Moiraine the time to also descend.
His hand goes up, for all he knows it is unbidden, likely to go ignored. ]
Make haste.