Ronan gave the crutches one more close examination, running his finger up the side, testing the material of the armpit support with his nail, before reluctantly positioning them underneath his arms and starting forward. Airy was already a couple paces ahead of him.
It wasn't that he was shocked by the realness of her creation.
He pulled solid, lasting objects into reality all the time. Like her, it was a craft he had yet to fully master, but one parameter held true: In order to perform his magic, he had to be asleep, as his dreams were the wellspring from which these objects came. He'd met others like him... His look of consternation threatened to deepen in to a pinched sort of sorrow, and then he veered his mind away. Kavinsky was dead. There was no point thinking about it anymore... or at least not now.
"So you can just... bring stuff into being, at any moment?" he asked, clearing his throat to vanquish the final motes of grief from his voice. "Does it tire you out?"
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It wasn't that he was shocked by the realness of her creation.
He pulled solid, lasting objects into reality all the time. Like her, it was a craft he had yet to fully master, but one parameter held true: In order to perform his magic, he had to be asleep, as his dreams were the wellspring from which these objects came. He'd met others like him... His look of consternation threatened to deepen in to a pinched sort of sorrow, and then he veered his mind away. Kavinsky was dead. There was no point thinking about it anymore... or at least not now.
"So you can just... bring stuff into being, at any moment?" he asked, clearing his throat to vanquish the final motes of grief from his voice. "Does it tire you out?"