She watched him closely as he began to prepare whatever he was doing. She could feel the power resonating in the Shadow, despite the unusual means of channeling it.
As he began to "speak" she could feel the air around her pulsate with energy. The words conjured images and sounds and multiple things clicked into her mind at once. The first and oldest was the early days when she had met Emryc on Dathomir. She had told him of the song sung by the Spirits of the planet - for both good and ill - and the way she heard it. The power that it had for a shaman alert to its tune. The second was the memory of the music she had heard aboard Morgan's ship when she had been aboard. And finally, she thought of the runes she had seen and the ones that were missing. He would be able to see the lightbulb click on in her mind as soon as she put all of this together and her face lit up again.
I see, she said. Her eyes darted around quickly, up and side to side as she thought. Oh yes, she understood now and her mind was working again. In due time, Ren. That'll take research anyway, she reminded herself.
I'll look into the runes you're missing, she said, though she knew in reality she was likely to have to create them herself.
She nodded as he said that Korriban would do. They had their heading after this, then. Though she didn't love Korriban it was... slowly... well, not growing on her, but she was acclimating. Maybe.
He unrolled the pieces of the sword and she looked down at them, running her finger along the flat of the blade. Before learning to use a saber, a physical sword was actually one of her first weapons, though not of the same design as this one, of course.
She could still feel the power pulsing through it, a dark energy that almost craved blood. It almost reminded her of the Eternal in its own way. But that was neither here nor there.
Bring them, she said, motioning for him to follow her with the shards. She headed down one of the hallways deeper into the base, listening to what he said about the tome as he waved it off.
Well, you've come to the right place, she said in response to his comments about seeking magick. The chamber of secrets will take some research, but the armor we can do directly, she said, glancing back to see if he was agreeable.
She led him deeper into the mountain, walking briefly past the underground lake that still sat along the walkways that crossed the lake. Eventually, she turned and opened a door, leading them down a set of stairs before they arrived at a small room with a handful of tools for forging along the wall and a central heating unit.
You good to do this on our own or should I get one of the armorers? she asked. She knew that she didn't have the skills to forge a sword herself, but he said that he did. If he was capable on his own, then she would being preparing the more arcane materials.
As he began to "speak" she could feel the air around her pulsate with energy. The words conjured images and sounds and multiple things clicked into her mind at once. The first and oldest was the early days when she had met Emryc on Dathomir. She had told him of the song sung by the Spirits of the planet - for both good and ill - and the way she heard it. The power that it had for a shaman alert to its tune. The second was the memory of the music she had heard aboard Morgan's ship when she had been aboard. And finally, she thought of the runes she had seen and the ones that were missing. He would be able to see the lightbulb click on in her mind as soon as she put all of this together and her face lit up again.
I see, she said. Her eyes darted around quickly, up and side to side as she thought. Oh yes, she understood now and her mind was working again. In due time, Ren. That'll take research anyway, she reminded herself.
I'll look into the runes you're missing, she said, though she knew in reality she was likely to have to create them herself.
She nodded as he said that Korriban would do. They had their heading after this, then. Though she didn't love Korriban it was... slowly... well, not growing on her, but she was acclimating. Maybe.
He unrolled the pieces of the sword and she looked down at them, running her finger along the flat of the blade. Before learning to use a saber, a physical sword was actually one of her first weapons, though not of the same design as this one, of course.
She could still feel the power pulsing through it, a dark energy that almost craved blood. It almost reminded her of the Eternal in its own way. But that was neither here nor there.
Bring them, she said, motioning for him to follow her with the shards. She headed down one of the hallways deeper into the base, listening to what he said about the tome as he waved it off.
Well, you've come to the right place, she said in response to his comments about seeking magick. The chamber of secrets will take some research, but the armor we can do directly, she said, glancing back to see if he was agreeable.
She led him deeper into the mountain, walking briefly past the underground lake that still sat along the walkways that crossed the lake. Eventually, she turned and opened a door, leading them down a set of stairs before they arrived at a small room with a handful of tools for forging along the wall and a central heating unit.
You good to do this on our own or should I get one of the armorers? she asked. She knew that she didn't have the skills to forge a sword herself, but he said that he did. If he was capable on his own, then she would being preparing the more arcane materials.