[ As ever, mana exchange is somewhat dangerous for Adra. He needs it, craves it, and the sensation of it flowing through his body is so intense as to be almost immediately intoxicating. He exhales in a shuddering breath as the channel between them thrums, as he feels also the particular quality of Tieria's mana--rigid, orderly, not dissimilar to Adra's impressions of Tieria himself. He doesn't think much on it, though; he's too blissed out on the feeling of mana itself.
He swallows thickly, enduring it, and keeping effectively steady regardless. ]
We're almost back to the shoreline, but --
[ He glances over his shoulder, squinting at the churning water, his ears twitching. Did he hear splashing, or was that just his imagination? ]
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He swallows thickly, enduring it, and keeping effectively steady regardless. ]
We're almost back to the shoreline, but --
[ He glances over his shoulder, squinting at the churning water, his ears twitching. Did he hear splashing, or was that just his imagination? ]