Lord and Lady, he did not just-!
:He did,: Ahrodie chuckled into Dirk’s mind. :Come and see, my brother! It’s amazing.:
Well. He might not be as young or indecently agile as his odd student, but he surely hadn’t become such a stuffy old instructor that he couldn’t manage scrambling out a window.
Ahrodie was right under it to catch him, so he didn’t end up facedown in tended greenery. She whickered a laugh, then nodded toward the sky. :Look! Look at that! And Kellen didn’t BeSpeak us one whisper of it!:
Kellen was standing not far off, mane flung back with the air of a Companion determined not to boast about his Chosen, even if said Chosen was currently… racing the clouds. Dear gods.
Watching gray tumble and soar, white headband flashing in the sun, Dirk grinned, and revised his estimate of Lan Wangji’s age down a few years. Experienced with his Gifts, yes, veteran of a truly horrible war, definitely – but that skyward dash was the act of a man still young enough to be Dramatic.
Dirk sighed, and chuckled. Not that he could blame the man. Fighting to Fetch a leaf must be so frustrating, when his own training let him do this.
And speaking of. :Can I borrow your senses again, my sister?:
:Oh, do.: Ahrodie’s mind-voice was full of wonder. :Who knew that-:
The thought cut off with a finality Dirk recognized from his few conversations with Rolan. Here was something the Companions would not speak of. Frustrating.
But for some things, you were better figuring out the answers yourself.
Dirk let himself sink into trance as Lan Wangji played in the sky, watching through Ahrodie’s sense that… wasn’t quite sight, and somehow related to how she knew to adjust her gait into the incredible pace of a Companion.
:We pull in energy,: Ahrodie admitted. :As Sayvil says mages do. He does not.:
:Mostly does not,: Dirk corrected, feeling carefully at that flow of power. :It’s almost like Truth Spell. When we cast that, there’s more strength than just our Gifts behind it.: