Irade
June 9, 2:24 pm BT – 12:24 pm UT, Somewhere in Aksu Prefecture, China
The sky was full of clouds, threatening rain. The air was strangely still, cool and unmoving as the trees stood silent under the grey sky.
Shuffle.
Black Wind dragged the corpse of a wild sheep across the grassy plains. A low hum of energy slowly grew louder the closer Black Wind approached the tree under which Irade and Käwsär were sitting. He watched them carefully as he dragged the meat closer to the small, burning fire.
Inhale...exhale.
Inhale and...exhale.
Black Wind had been surprised at how good Käwsär was at sensing and controlling magic. He had been able to stabilize his magical circulation quite easily once he came to. Not to mention, it took him only a single day to learn to sense the Sea of Magic, and only a few seconds to find himself among it.