[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

"Once you know the feeling, you should be able to practice on your own. You don't mind if I touch you, do you? This needs [i]some[/i] contact," Tyaethe answered, waiting for the okay before moving into position, kneeling on the window-seat and placing one hand on Fionn's back and using the other to grasp the back of the former mercenary's hand. Given their comparative size differences, it was both somewhat awkward and made for a fairly ridiculous sight... but on the other hand, what else could you do?

"Mana pushed out of a body with no real spell or aim behind it typically becomes light, although in the case of children throwing a tantrum or the like it can be rather more destructive. There's [i]some[/i] use to doing it this way--unlike a proper light spell, you can gauge how much mana someone can channel, and indirectly how much capacity they have, from how bright it is," Tyaethe explained, "But it's only an unintentional effect of concentrated mana, and a terrible way to illuminate something at the same time.

"What I want you to do is focus on the feeling of mana going [i]through[/i] you. It should 'pull' on something, and if you replicate that pull yourself, that's it: you channel mana. After that, it's all about magic spells and structures and theories," she continued, adding, "Oh, and close your eyes. This might get a little bright."

Sure enough, what followed was a sensation, cold and hot, soothing and electrifying all at the same time--mana without purpose, pushing through from Fionn's back and down to his hand, the path being forced through [i]his[/i] body rather than hers. It was only brief, but the rush of power was a constant tug on [i]something[/i].

'A little bright' was also an understatement. Even through closed eyelids, the light was painfully intense to look towards. It was also a vibrant, monochromatic scarlet, which made for a rather odd combination before it abruptly winked out, Tyaethe sitting back on her haunches.

[@The Otter]