[He nods again in response to her words, still focused on that branch. Use the wind and make it move. Simple. He can do that.]
[He moves his arm, a sweeping motion meant to help him direct his thoughts, direct the wind, use it to make that branch move, and-]
[Nothing. Absolutely nothing.]
[Frustration kicks in, pulling lines of tension taut across his shoulders and down his back, throat working angrily-]
[Nope. No. That hadn't helped before, and it wasn't going to help now. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, and another, and a third, until he's relaxed again. Okay. Better. Try again.]
[He focuses in on the branch again. He's done this before, and he can do it again. He just needs to use what he already has, right?]
[He makes that sweeping hand motion again, and this time it's different - this time, he feels it tug at that little place inside him that he hadn't noticed before, the place that tore open and spilled out destruction when he was fighting the Nox. This time it's a gentle tug at that place, and the tree branch rustles in the breeze.]
[He freezes for a moment, staring at the branch. The upside of air being everywhere is that he doesn't have to create his own to use his magic; the downside was that he has no guarantee that that had been his doing.]
[So he focuses again and tries it again, tugging on that little place again, and after a few seconds the breeze kicks up again, whistling through the leaves on that branch. Not the rest of the tree - just that one little branch is moving.]
[That's his work. He did it.]
[He- well, whatever he's doing, it's almost a laugh, and almost a smile. Close enough. Whatever it is, he's obviously relieved (along with a little tired and a little bewildered), and he leans back a bit.]
no subject
[He moves his arm, a sweeping motion meant to help him direct his thoughts, direct the wind, use it to make that branch move, and-]
[Nothing. Absolutely nothing.]
[Frustration kicks in, pulling lines of tension taut across his shoulders and down his back, throat working angrily-]
[Nope. No. That hadn't helped before, and it wasn't going to help now. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, and another, and a third, until he's relaxed again. Okay. Better. Try again.]
[He focuses in on the branch again. He's done this before, and he can do it again. He just needs to use what he already has, right?]
[He makes that sweeping hand motion again, and this time it's different - this time, he feels it tug at that little place inside him that he hadn't noticed before, the place that tore open and spilled out destruction when he was fighting the Nox. This time it's a gentle tug at that place, and the tree branch rustles in the breeze.]
[He freezes for a moment, staring at the branch. The upside of air being everywhere is that he doesn't have to create his own to use his magic; the downside was that he has no guarantee that that had been his doing.]
[So he focuses again and tries it again, tugging on that little place again, and after a few seconds the breeze kicks up again, whistling through the leaves on that branch. Not the rest of the tree - just that one little branch is moving.]
[That's his work. He did it.]
[He- well, whatever he's doing, it's almost a laugh, and almost a smile. Close enough. Whatever it is, he's obviously relieved (along with a little tired and a little bewildered), and he leans back a bit.]
...okay.