Kašpar
Of course it is. I'm here.
Thu Jun 13, 2013 17:21
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He frowned in concentration, wide hazel eyes intent on Yelena’s face as she said the spell for him. “Eks-PELL-ee-armoss,” he recited after her, paying diligent attention to the first syllables, his interest in the unfamiliar word peaking and then falling just as quickly. Having to learn all the pronunciations for spells and things was a bit annoying. It was tedious work, his tongue wiggling around in an attempt to stop his accent from overwhelming the precise sounds; the only way to learn it properly was by practising to say it over and over again and that was much too boring. He couldn’t sit still for that long. There were vast amounts of other things, more productive things, that he would rather be doing. He had to keep his broom maintained, and polish his boots, and practice with his new bat, and so many other important activities. Casting spells was always fun, but learning new ones took such a long time.

But it was nice that Yelena had repeated it for him. Hearing it aloud helped him, sometimes, although his sister was quite unable to understand that. Kejan seemed convinced that the best way to learn vocabulary was by sitting down and reading books, and she was not reluctant in the least to pounce on him when he wasn’t studying in the way she expected him to, perching at his elbow, her shadow falling over his shoulder as she reminded him to pay attention to what he was reading. As if anyone could read when their sister was sitting right behind them!

His partner took up her position opposite him and Kašpar couldn’t stop a grin from creeping back across his face. The way she held herself and drew her wand spoke of power, making him involuntarily want to edge away from the wand tip pointed at him, simultaneously encouraging him to move even closer, reach out, touch her wand, see if the energy contained in her form was tangible – although the question was not really whether the energy was tangible. He already knew it was. He just wanted to feel the power for himself. She was the perfect companion to have in these caves, clearly assured in her power and willing to stand face to face (face to snout?) with any being they encountered. The dragon exhaled and torches flickered in an invisible wind, blowing curls into her face, and then she lowered her wand and he blinked.

Was that it?

“Da.” He nodded distractedly, tossing a loose bit of hair over his shoulder as he cast a skeptical glance towards the edges of their circle where the dragon prowled. Surely that wasn’t it. Wind could be strong, the Beater knew that quite well, but it needed more, something even stronger. It needed fire. Raising his wand, his lips silently formed the word a few more times before he put air behind them. “Ek-spelliarmos!” The k tripped him up; it was a rigid barrier between the softer vowels and consonants. Once he was past it, however, the rest of the word quickly followed. It leapt out of him, matching the tongue of sudden flame from the dragon’s nostrils. Kašpar pictured the spell as a quick flash of gold-and-red that tugged at Yelena’s wand, fancying that he heard the wand clattering to the floor, but he quickly discovered a problem with that image: fire wasn’t solid and therefore it couldn’t grasp anything properly. Feeling a bit confused, he tried to return his attention to the present, his vision still blinded somewhat by the flash of fire that had briefly overtaken it. “I do not tink it vorked very good. Ve should go again.”


  • Okay, this is pretty exciting.Lena, Wed Jun 12 13:46
    Out from beneath the torch, the cool shivers provoked by the latent potion effects and the stone borders resumed their travels across the surface of her skin. There were still shallow pools of water... more
    • Of course it is. I'm here. — Kašpar, Thu Jun 13 17:21
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