"i? i have done nothing to you. no one has done anything to me."
in the dialect spoken by one of the desert tribes, the word for 'magic' is the same word for 'wind'. you cannot see the wind. you can only see what it does. you only know it is there when it cools your skin or chills you the bone. you name a wind not for what it truly is, but by the sandstorms it conjures.
it is from them that he has learned this spell.
edmund pulls back, but keeps his hands on peter's chest, steadying him. neither of them can see magic, but edmund can see what it is doing, and peter can most definitely feel it -- edmund recognizes the wanton look in his eyes. peter, feeling touches where no one is touching him, teased when the only teasing thing he can see is his brother's smile.
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in the dialect spoken by one of the desert tribes, the word for 'magic' is the same word for 'wind'. you cannot see the wind. you can only see what it does. you only know it is there when it cools your skin or chills you the bone. you name a wind not for what it truly is, but by the sandstorms it conjures.
it is from them that he has learned this spell.
edmund pulls back, but keeps his hands on peter's chest, steadying him. neither of them can see magic, but edmund can see what it is doing, and peter can most definitely feel it -- edmund recognizes the wanton look in his eyes. peter, feeling touches where no one is touching him, teased when the only teasing thing he can see is his brother's smile.
edmund decides he likes this spell.