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Mini Nano Day 10
Nov. 10th, 2015 12:29 pmAnd I have a snippet at a reasonable hour!
Sorcerer's Apprentice (2010): Nimue-verse AU
"I haven't been a part of this world since before even Balthazar was born." Nimue tilts her head, looking into the distance for a moment. "Perhaps not long before Balthazar was born, but I'm certain he wasn't yet even a babe in arms when I decided a fortified and hidden tower was safer than wandering."
"How did you hide it?" Dave watches warily as the web of wire on the back of Nimue's hand glows a moment. "I saw how Balthazar hid something, but that's not the same, is it?"
"It is and it isn't." Nimue shrugs, shifting so she can lean back far enough to dangle from the railing she's sitting on, knees hooked firmly around the metal bar. "There's more to successful illusions than the redirection of light. And you can't make something insubstantial that already has substance, not readily, at least. Now, giving something substance that lacks it? That is a little more easily done."
"Only with a good deal of power." Balthazar glances up from the book Nimue had dropped in his lap when she arrived this time. "And practice. When did you figure it out?"
Nimue rolls her eyes, and sticks out her tongue. "Only a couple centuries ago. And it still works best if you're not doing anything else at the same time."
Sorcerer's Apprentice (2010): Nimue-verse AU
"I haven't been a part of this world since before even Balthazar was born." Nimue tilts her head, looking into the distance for a moment. "Perhaps not long before Balthazar was born, but I'm certain he wasn't yet even a babe in arms when I decided a fortified and hidden tower was safer than wandering."
"How did you hide it?" Dave watches warily as the web of wire on the back of Nimue's hand glows a moment. "I saw how Balthazar hid something, but that's not the same, is it?"
"It is and it isn't." Nimue shrugs, shifting so she can lean back far enough to dangle from the railing she's sitting on, knees hooked firmly around the metal bar. "There's more to successful illusions than the redirection of light. And you can't make something insubstantial that already has substance, not readily, at least. Now, giving something substance that lacks it? That is a little more easily done."
"Only with a good deal of power." Balthazar glances up from the book Nimue had dropped in his lap when she arrived this time. "And practice. When did you figure it out?"
Nimue rolls her eyes, and sticks out her tongue. "Only a couple centuries ago. And it still works best if you're not doing anything else at the same time."