He casts Feather Fall with a quick gesture, then takes the running leap.
The magic takes effect as they drop from the high point of the jump, wisps
of white light flickering in and out around them, bringing them over and
across the water of the harbour.
The feeling of being held and helped by magic is...difficult to describe.
Astarion knows that his ability to slip his fingers into the Weave and
manipulate it for his own purposes is inborn; the leftovers of a distant
fey heritage. He's never been without it. It feels like a kind word, a
gentle touch. Like being safely wrapped up in the very fabric of creation,
if only for a few moments.
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Date: 2023-11-12 07:26 pm (UTC)It is.
He casts Feather Fall with a quick gesture, then takes the running leap. The magic takes effect as they drop from the high point of the jump, wisps of white light flickering in and out around them, bringing them over and across the water of the harbour.
The feeling of being held and helped by magic is...difficult to describe.
Astarion knows that his ability to slip his fingers into the Weave and manipulate it for his own purposes is inborn; the leftovers of a distant fey heritage. He's never been without it. It feels like a kind word, a gentle touch. Like being safely wrapped up in the very fabric of creation, if only for a few moments.