Then just close your eyes and listen to the sea. It's always there, even if its distant.
[Ianthe's muddled thoughts could only think of how it had once felt to travel by shuttle, to be completely cut off from thanergy, unable to draw upon it and use necromancy. It was such a crutch for adepts as they used it to bolster everything about them, using it automatically to aid in even the most basic of tasks. To not have that, to feel abandoned by everything she knew, had been hard.
Some adepts went so far as to sit on a patch of dirt during short trips, so they could soak up the thanergy stored within. Ianthe never did that; she just suffered and took from her cavalier when it got bad.
And maybe that was the impetus that drove Ianthe to transfer some of her energy into Gilia, seeping it sloppily into her body through their contact instead of with the precision her necromancy was known for. To fill Gilia with something so she wouldn't feel empty. It had no form, no shape, no destination other than wherever it was needed, a nebulous unfocused giving.]
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[Ianthe's muddled thoughts could only think of how it had once felt to travel by shuttle, to be completely cut off from thanergy, unable to draw upon it and use necromancy. It was such a crutch for adepts as they used it to bolster everything about them, using it automatically to aid in even the most basic of tasks. To not have that, to feel abandoned by everything she knew, had been hard.
Some adepts went so far as to sit on a patch of dirt during short trips, so they could soak up the thanergy stored within. Ianthe never did that; she just suffered and took from her cavalier when it got bad.
And maybe that was the impetus that drove Ianthe to transfer some of her energy into Gilia, seeping it sloppily into her body through their contact instead of with the precision her necromancy was known for. To fill Gilia with something so she wouldn't feel empty. It had no form, no shape, no destination other than wherever it was needed, a nebulous unfocused giving.]