Alain caught it easily, and considered for a moment before settling down with his back against a tree, the gun in his lap. He took a deep breath, then put on the mask.
Ka and khef flooded against him at once, invisible currents in the world. It felt soothing, right, but at the same time oddly overwhelming, like opening his eyes after months in the dark. He watched Altair, using him as something to focus on, to breathe through that first rush of sensing.
Ka flowed oddly here. It wasn't like it should be, like standing in a river. It eddied and ebbed, vague and non-directional. But he'd gained some sense of it in the last Arena, when his Touch had been working, and he had cause to be grateful for that now, because he could already feel the mask sapping his strength. He closed his eyes and quested out, feeling the currents, getting some sense of Altair's mind. Closed, careful... there was kindness there, but steel too, a steel Alain associated with one thing above all others.
"Gods," he breathed, tugging the mask off. "Gods, you're a gunslinger."
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Ka and khef flooded against him at once, invisible currents in the world. It felt soothing, right, but at the same time oddly overwhelming, like opening his eyes after months in the dark. He watched Altair, using him as something to focus on, to breathe through that first rush of sensing.
Ka flowed oddly here. It wasn't like it should be, like standing in a river. It eddied and ebbed, vague and non-directional. But he'd gained some sense of it in the last Arena, when his Touch had been working, and he had cause to be grateful for that now, because he could already feel the mask sapping his strength. He closed his eyes and quested out, feeling the currents, getting some sense of Altair's mind. Closed, careful... there was kindness there, but steel too, a steel Alain associated with one thing above all others.
"Gods," he breathed, tugging the mask off. "Gods, you're a gunslinger."