Mitchell
Varis nodded idly as he studied the whereabouts of her mind, and the state of it. What he was gauging was whether there was a connection to the Mad God's realm, or Sanguine's. These were elaborate things to study within mortals, especially for those whose minds had dipped into these realms, and while he found hints of the fringes of Sanguine's more sane realm within her system, as many drinkers showed, it was clear she was not *Taken* By such a force. This caused Varis to approve, and follow through with the spell. 

He moved around to face Luhn's front as he held up his hands, rolling down his sleeves to his elbows, and held his hands in her direction with a positioning that seemed as though he was manning a loom. 

"Now, in three, two,"

Suddenly, a pinging feeling. 

A *Pressure*.

It was focused, and minute, condensed and controlled around a singular point. Then, those singular points became many, as Luhn could feel the fingertips of her hands becoming pin cushions for all manner of piercings. If she were to look down, her mind might even trick her into *Seeing* Pins, digging into her fingers and poking at the skin beneath her fingernails. It provided a horrible feeling, as though these digits were being forcible *Drilled* Into, as though it would reach bone, and never stop until it reached the rest of the body. 

Varis seemed entirely focused, his eyes focused on her's, as his hands moved in motions relevant to the spell work, to a point where she could see *Strands* Of arcana flowing from his fingertips, and reaching toward her temples and forehead, but the strands would dissipate into transparent, and then invisible things by the time it reached a foot of her body. 

The entire procedure was happening quickly, but for her, seconds might feel like minutes, and if she attempted to move or draw her sword, such movements would feel abnormally sluggish, as time became relative to her own mind. 

Then, it stopped.

As fast as it had started, as long as it had felt, it simply stopped. 

And time caught up, the feeling of pain vanishing from her mind, and her fingers seemingly perfectly fine, with hardly even a phantom feeling of the pain. 

Whether Luhn would face any prolongued effects from the spell would be due to her own mind, for the spell had performed quite well. Perhaps a tad more intense than he had warned her, but, no arcane errors, such as a weave of magicka being out of place in her aura, or a malady upon her brain was visible to him, as he inspected her with a few special crystalline glasses, holding up the fractured pieces to her one at a time. 

"Hm. Excellent." He held the glasses away and looked at her with a soft, pleasant expression. "Now, how do you feel?"
George
As Luhn felt the tingling pressure grow into a drilling agony she grit her teeth. The pain within the pads of her digits was sharp. A sharp inhale of breath and a groan escaped her. Her face twisted as she tried to work through the pain. Luhn clenched her hands into fists and then unclenched them. She gazed down at her fingers almost gasping as she saw what looked like points digging into her nailbed. Luhn glanced up to look at Varis, her hands shaking. For a split second she saw the threads, her eyes widened and then it all faded. 

"Aargh." Luhn grunted, quickly flexing her fingers and then rubbing her hands together. There was a slight echo of the pain, but it faded within the moment she noticed it. She flicked her hands on the sides of her tunic, brushing it down. 

"Nasty spell. Very nasty. But, it isn't lingering. Felt like each of my fingers was getting chomped on by a dragonfrog... Was I supposed to see the connections to you, or did you add that to the spell specifically?"
Luhn asked, resting her hands on her hips.
Mitchell
The grin beneath his beard became more neutral, as she exhibited no obvious hostility, such as the aftereffect of a Frenzy Spell, and the way she described the sensation she felt in her fingertips... That's even better than he had hoped for! The spell was almost entirely meant to cause severe, agonizing pain, so if it produced an exceptionally painful result for just as much magicka as he had calculated a less painful spell to do... Tremendous!

"Ah, yes, I tend to allow a visual connection to form in my spell craft, so that I may have an easier time studying it rather than working out the *Feeling* Of my mind connecting with the subject. I suppose it might have seemed like random threads, but to me, I can see the glyphs and runes within, allowing me to know when to change a variable or so throughout. As for the fact that it is not lingering," He nodded. "The more strange it seems, the better. In combat, I presume that such a spell could be even more effective, and less costly, than a spell that causes the hilt of a sword to become extremely hot. Better to psychologically atrophy an opponent than merely raise the temperature of a hunk of metal, I say."

Varis placed his hands behind his back as he raised his eyebrows, "Now, I was to pay you, yes? What did I say? A shock enchanment on one of your weapons?" He glanced about her, trying to remember if it was her tanto, or perhaps another weapon she carried.