Slightly giddy, like someone who had just felt the warmth of alcohol spread through their body, Alexander smiled.  It was addicting, the level of power he had sealed within, and right now it pushed outward, like his body was stifling it.  Release was all it wanted, and it fed him that incredible feeling for a little longer.  Too bad he was made of stronger stuff than that.  Experience had taught him that whenever you felt like this, it was generally because you had done something stupid, or were about to.  The moment passed and though he still felt the residual warmth of power, it no longer reached out to entice him.  Silently Alexander approached Clara.

"Immediately."  Drawing a spell circle in the air between them was not as easy as he made it look.  It required precision, control, and an intimate knowledge of what he was drawing.  If Alexander attempted to draw part of the circle in the wrong order he would be unable to complete it, or worse it would mangle the spell and change it...often with disastrous results.  It was for this reason Geomancy had been abandoned in the Southern Isles.  Not practical in combat due to it's complexity and mental rigors, Runes were easier to draw, remember and even determine.  Discovering a rune that would allow you to use a certain magical effect was simple, combining them was like writing.  With proper grammer it was easy to create powerful spells.  Memorize these and quickly one had become powerful.  Or so it was for the lesser wizards.  Each of the thirteen had discovered a way to become more than someone with pre-packaged spells.  Alexander was no exception.  He could draw these circles in combat, and the math that came with determining the shape of a spell was not beyond him, though it still took weeks to create a basic circle.  This one was a shaping circle, and he gave it purpose through the runes he wrote in it, and around it.

As the circle came closer to completion both of their auras flared, recognizing the magic that attempted to control them.  Alexander did not have time to manage his own aura, and it started pushing past his enchantments and wards.  Holding his hand out, palm towards her in the middle of the circle he smiled, "Take my hand if you mean it."  It was now or never.  He could only hold this for so long before he would have to control his aura.  Burning ozone.  If it began to smell like that, this would have to stop.


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