by aurumlupus » Wed Jul 03, 2013 3:24 pm
Nesossin nodded, and tapped into his magic energies. His irises glowed a dark purple, verging on black. All around him the world drained until it was colorless. In this form of sight, any magics that existed now reflected the caster's own unique color. To Nesossin, it usually reflected parts of the caster's own being, or soul as some called it, or even qi. Lighter shades usually represented the good within people, while darker shades were usually the opposite, but not always, and current moods could definitely affect the shades seen. He turned his gaze to Uial, to see what was going on.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."