"That is very interesting." Honestly, it only makes him want to try casting here even more, just for the experience. Just to see what happens. "And explains why Halas would wish to keep such a chamber. It must be valuable for experimentation."
The source of the sound is not far into the trees, discovered when they walk in that direction. It is a shallow stream, the water clear enough to see they smooth grey stones beneath. A thick, soft moss grows on many of the rocks along the water's edge, some large enough to be considered boulders, half Caleb's height at least. Caleb suggests that they walk along the stream a ways to see what they find, and they do.
"In Aeor, casting spells above a certain threshold of power is a risk, as it sometimes causes a surge of wild magic," he's musing as they walk, following just a step or two behind Yussa. While he is deeply intrigued by the arcane possibilities of this realm, he realizes as the minutes pass that he is becoming increasingly distracted. His gaze lingers on Yussa, the exposed dip of his neck into his shoulder, the way his sash emphasizes his narrow waist, the curve of his ass in his close-fitting trousers, the way he moves as he nimbly picks his way through the brush in his heeled boots.
Caleb swallows hard and directs his attention over Yussa's head. Not the time.
But it isn't only that. He feels his skin growing hot before long, a flush that spreads through his body, and even his meager few layers are becoming oppressive. Sweat is beginning to break out along the back of his neck.
"Is it getting warmer?" he asks aloud, sure this can't be just him.
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The source of the sound is not far into the trees, discovered when they walk in that direction. It is a shallow stream, the water clear enough to see they smooth grey stones beneath. A thick, soft moss grows on many of the rocks along the water's edge, some large enough to be considered boulders, half Caleb's height at least. Caleb suggests that they walk along the stream a ways to see what they find, and they do.
"In Aeor, casting spells above a certain threshold of power is a risk, as it sometimes causes a surge of wild magic," he's musing as they walk, following just a step or two behind Yussa. While he is deeply intrigued by the arcane possibilities of this realm, he realizes as the minutes pass that he is becoming increasingly distracted. His gaze lingers on Yussa, the exposed dip of his neck into his shoulder, the way his sash emphasizes his narrow waist, the curve of his ass in his close-fitting trousers, the way he moves as he nimbly picks his way through the brush in his heeled boots.
Caleb swallows hard and directs his attention over Yussa's head. Not the time.
But it isn't only that. He feels his skin growing hot before long, a flush that spreads through his body, and even his meager few layers are becoming oppressive. Sweat is beginning to break out along the back of his neck.
"Is it getting warmer?" he asks aloud, sure this can't be just him.