old friends and new - echoes of wishes
A moment passed: a beat as if of thought, but it was not conscious thought. Instead, their intent, their very Will, pressed through that magic and shaped it.
A suit of armor clinked gently to the ground about a foot to the left of Erasmus. It had come from nowhere visible, yet it seemed perfectly fitted to their body. It was a full set: helmet, chestplate, legs, boots, gloves. Soft leather straps fitted shining white metal, gilded with gold and inlayed with polished ivory. It was, however, lightweight. It would not hinder movement overmuch, yet likewise, its physical protection was mediocre. Scrapes and bruises might be blocked, but a determined blunt hit would badly dent it. No; its power lay in something
other, something Erasmus would sense instinctively. There was latent magic in it, a magic that would be drawn forth only through enchanting. Once the item was enchanted by another Gembound, this would develop its powers. But it was up to Erasmus to find an enchanter; and it was up to them to choose what magic they wished to empower it with.
Alek would feel something wholly different. A distant, weary, sad call for aid. A help that he could provide, if he so wished it.
A vision, a glimpse of Tunnel M: of a series of five red ancient gemstones in pillar formation, and a weary, four-eared creature struggling to press a heavy, gray stone upright. She pushed back, as though exhausted, her head hanging low.
An odd gift... but purpose ever was.
