[ Oh. Truth be told, he's a little startled by it (as much is evident in his sharp intake of breath, the brief widening of his eyes), the sudden surge of mana through the link of their hands. In theory, the technique is nothing if not sound—Rory's mana output is only the equivalent of what the two of them might be able to generate together, leaving Sion with double the regain, and Rory himself with nothing, save for the task of maintaining the balance of the equation. Altogether, it is a marvelous trick, though it is also something which the King would have given protest to, were he not so distracted by the feel of Rory's energy.
Realms away from here, Sion had once prided himself upon his ability to read auras, how attuned he'd been to the energy flow of the world. From a great distance, he'd been able to sense the killing intent of his enemies, discern for himself the nature of all living things, and stay calamity before it could befall those otherwise unable to ward against it. In Enprise, he has long since come to terms that he is no longer (and may never be) that which he once had been, that the skills once intrinsic to him have been dampened, and yet...
Yet he cannot help but wonder at it, how unchanged Rory is or isn't. As the King finds himself renewed, growing less lethargic by the minute, he is able to more keenly focus upon his companion, finding the void within the man troubling.
But this concern, of course, does not show upon Sion's face. It manifests only in a thought, a silent pledge, that he will check in on the other man again and soon, to see for himself if this mood of Rory's has dissipated. ]
You survived the Gisela Towers, did you not? It would be a pity if you could not survive me.
[ A soft laugh: ] It is no sleight of hand, your trick.
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Realms away from here, Sion had once prided himself upon his ability to read auras, how attuned he'd been to the energy flow of the world. From a great distance, he'd been able to sense the killing intent of his enemies, discern for himself the nature of all living things, and stay calamity before it could befall those otherwise unable to ward against it. In Enprise, he has long since come to terms that he is no longer (and may never be) that which he once had been, that the skills once intrinsic to him have been dampened, and yet...
Yet he cannot help but wonder at it, how unchanged Rory is or isn't. As the King finds himself renewed, growing less lethargic by the minute, he is able to more keenly focus upon his companion, finding the void within the man troubling.
But this concern, of course, does not show upon Sion's face. It manifests only in a thought, a silent pledge, that he will check in on the other man again and soon, to see for himself if this mood of Rory's has dissipated. ]
You survived the Gisela Towers, did you not? It would be a pity if you could not survive me.
[ A soft laugh: ] It is no sleight of hand, your trick.