"I'm going to conjure what we call a werelight - a simple glowing orb without heat. I want you to focus very hard while I do it and attempt to feel the forma in the air around me as it happens. Forma is the invisible shape a spell makes and vestigia are the lingering traces left behind when magic has been done."
Nightingale holds out his hand, palm up, and curls his fingers into a fist. "Watch carefully," he says, and then, slowly and clearly, "lux". His fingers unfurl to reveal a golf ball sized globe of pearlescent light.
If Laertes has an aptitude for magic, he will already feel the shape of the forma as something like a catch in the air, a soft noise in the silence, the muted clunk of a key opening a lock. The vestigium Nightingale leaves in his wake is sharp and precise - the steady ticking of a metronome, the near-silent whirring of well-oiled machinery.
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Nightingale holds out his hand, palm up, and curls his fingers into a fist. "Watch carefully," he says, and then, slowly and clearly, "lux". His fingers unfurl to reveal a golf ball sized globe of pearlescent light.
If Laertes has an aptitude for magic, he will already feel the shape of the forma as something like a catch in the air, a soft noise in the silence, the muted clunk of a key opening a lock. The vestigium Nightingale leaves in his wake is sharp and precise - the steady ticking of a metronome, the near-silent whirring of well-oiled machinery.