"Well, either way I have some experience with treating {chimeras}-" With making them. "-So I don't believe your goldsign will complicate your treatment terribly much."
Rezo withdraws his hands from poor Ziel's horns, but gently presses two fingers against Ziel's forehead.
"In order to examine your spirit body," Rezo says, "I'll need to make contact with it using my own. It may feel strange, but please bear with it."
Still keeping that bit of physical contact, Rezo begins to work himself into a meditative trance. He breathes slowly and evenly, lets his mind empty, and listens to the sound of Ziel's own breathing.
The astral sense is oft compared to other, physical senses, chiefly sight, but as Rezo's own sense of sight is borderline nonexistent that analogy doesn't come to Rezo's own mind for explaining what he senses. For him, it's more like tracing the edge of something with a cane, distantly feeling out all the bumps and edges...
And what he does find feels rough. Rezo may not know how Ziel's astral body used to be shaped, but it's obviously misshapen now. There are blockages where it should be flowing freely, connections made where they shouldn't be, buildups of dead astral substance... It's just a mess, only just in good enough condition to keep Ziel functional.
Well. Functionalish.
As Rezo explores, a hazy light suffuses the room, and the magic hums as it's carefully manipulated.
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this would be a lot more risky if rezo still had shabranigdu latched on
Date: 2024-08-17 10:09 pm (UTC)Rezo withdraws his hands from poor Ziel's horns, but gently presses two fingers against Ziel's forehead.
"In order to examine your spirit body," Rezo says, "I'll need to make contact with it using my own. It may feel strange, but please bear with it."
Still keeping that bit of physical contact, Rezo begins to work himself into a meditative trance. He breathes slowly and evenly, lets his mind empty, and listens to the sound of Ziel's own breathing.
The astral sense is oft compared to other, physical senses, chiefly sight, but as Rezo's own sense of sight is borderline nonexistent that analogy doesn't come to Rezo's own mind for explaining what he senses. For him, it's more like tracing the edge of something with a cane, distantly feeling out all the bumps and edges...
And what he does find feels rough. Rezo may not know how Ziel's astral body used to be shaped, but it's obviously misshapen now. There are blockages where it should be flowing freely, connections made where they shouldn't be, buildups of dead astral substance... It's just a mess, only just in good enough condition to keep Ziel functional.
Well. Functionalish.
As Rezo explores, a hazy light suffuses the room, and the magic hums as it's carefully manipulated.