[ He's always wondered what being summoned would feel like. He imagines there will probably be a lot of light, but... would it hurt? Would it be warm or cold or...?
Turns out a bit of everything, aside from the pain. It's like someone taps him on the shoulder, a gentle thing meant to get his attention, followed by the sense that someone, somewhere, was calling to him. He need only reach out and accept his summons--- and then all at once it's like he's been pulled over a cliff. The wind is rushing past, cold and cutting, filling his ears as centuries of knowledge fills his head. Just when he thinks there is a distinct lack of light, it explodes around him, warm and bright, and Arenvald finds himself kneeling on an unfamiliar floor. Whatever armor pieces that once lay in the summoning circle have found their way onto his body thanks to the spell, and the last flashes of light catch on the surface of the silver plate.
There are a lot of things he had planned to say in this moment, things that make him sound tough or elegant or strong. None of that comes out of his mouth, however. When he spots the only other person in the room, the one he has to assume is his Master, and sees her sitting dazed on the floor, he just blurts, ]
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Turns out a bit of everything, aside from the pain. It's like someone taps him on the shoulder, a gentle thing meant to get his attention, followed by the sense that someone, somewhere, was calling to him. He need only reach out and accept his summons--- and then all at once it's like he's been pulled over a cliff. The wind is rushing past, cold and cutting, filling his ears as centuries of knowledge fills his head. Just when he thinks there is a distinct lack of light, it explodes around him, warm and bright, and Arenvald finds himself kneeling on an unfamiliar floor. Whatever armor pieces that once lay in the summoning circle have found their way onto his body thanks to the spell, and the last flashes of light catch on the surface of the silver plate.
There are a lot of things he had planned to say in this moment, things that make him sound tough or elegant or strong. None of that comes out of his mouth, however. When he spots the only other person in the room, the one he has to assume is his Master, and sees her sitting dazed on the floor, he just blurts, ]
Are you alright?
[ Smooth, Arenvald. ]