08-29-2016, 03:08 PM
Cain chuckled at Nox's response to the autobiography. "Well, mate, I'd be happy to collect your royalties for you."
He settled back though and listened to Nox's explanation of the Power. It made sense that he had to grasp hold of it firmly and conquer it. Being afraid had cleared his mind in a way, allowed him to focus on the one thing that was scaring him. The emotion had been a crutch, definitely, but it had also made him desperate enough to really need the power, and force it to do what he wanted.
The redhead turned his focus inwards. He'd just thought of his resolution to act like an adult rather than a child, and to not let his emotions get the better of him. With that in mind, he reached for his magic. Cain'd spent his whole childhood using his stubborn hardheadedness to get himself into fights. Well, this one was fight he could finally embrace, and win. The magic rushed over him as always. Without his fear to help guide it, the energy was much more difficult to direct. However, Cain remained firm. He refused to allow it to control him. For a moment, the magician thought that he'd made a mistake in being so confident, but it was only a moment. Once he'd proven himself, the magic seemed much more... docile. Like a broken stallion. It would certainly rebel against him if it sensed the chance, but for now it was placidly - if reluctantly - following his direction.
Grabbing hold of individual threads of power was easier than it had ever been. Fire practically leaped to his fingers, and obediently stayed still exactly where he directed it, not moving when he turned his attention away. Air was still harder, but whereas before the threads had been like slippery eels, they were now more like a stubborn old dog, unhappy but ultimately obliging when tugged hard enough. Cain was able to weave the two magics together and form a successful globe on his first try. The redhead had to shield his eyes at the surprising intensity of the light. Yesterday, his attempts hadn't been so successful!
From there, Cain played around with his spell. He sort of... pulled back the amount of magic that he used, and the ball itself grew dimmer, but also smaller. Next, he tried just pulling out the threads of Fire, and the spell grew dimmer but the size remained unaffected. Interesting. Nox was definitely right when he said that practice made perfect. It seemed that their gift was a lot more flexible than he'd previously imagined.
He settled back though and listened to Nox's explanation of the Power. It made sense that he had to grasp hold of it firmly and conquer it. Being afraid had cleared his mind in a way, allowed him to focus on the one thing that was scaring him. The emotion had been a crutch, definitely, but it had also made him desperate enough to really need the power, and force it to do what he wanted.
The redhead turned his focus inwards. He'd just thought of his resolution to act like an adult rather than a child, and to not let his emotions get the better of him. With that in mind, he reached for his magic. Cain'd spent his whole childhood using his stubborn hardheadedness to get himself into fights. Well, this one was fight he could finally embrace, and win. The magic rushed over him as always. Without his fear to help guide it, the energy was much more difficult to direct. However, Cain remained firm. He refused to allow it to control him. For a moment, the magician thought that he'd made a mistake in being so confident, but it was only a moment. Once he'd proven himself, the magic seemed much more... docile. Like a broken stallion. It would certainly rebel against him if it sensed the chance, but for now it was placidly - if reluctantly - following his direction.
Grabbing hold of individual threads of power was easier than it had ever been. Fire practically leaped to his fingers, and obediently stayed still exactly where he directed it, not moving when he turned his attention away. Air was still harder, but whereas before the threads had been like slippery eels, they were now more like a stubborn old dog, unhappy but ultimately obliging when tugged hard enough. Cain was able to weave the two magics together and form a successful globe on his first try. The redhead had to shield his eyes at the surprising intensity of the light. Yesterday, his attempts hadn't been so successful!
From there, Cain played around with his spell. He sort of... pulled back the amount of magic that he used, and the ball itself grew dimmer, but also smaller. Next, he tried just pulling out the threads of Fire, and the spell grew dimmer but the size remained unaffected. Interesting. Nox was definitely right when he said that practice made perfect. It seemed that their gift was a lot more flexible than he'd previously imagined.