<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The Fae Pool glowed blue around them as the walls pulled the magic from deep within Aruinnbith's core. It had a long way to travel between Aruinnbith and Anael's home, but Foalan's near constant travel between his two homes made it easier for all the distance. He could feel Riel respond as the magic pierced through his fingertips and the balls of his feet. Much like other Schi from Aruinnbith, Riel's reserves were deep and required filling. <br/>
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Foalan shifted his arm to hold Riel better, allowing his body to float and relax in the pool. He let his heat seep into the water to chase away the chill and felt Riel relax against him. He wasn't expecting that from the warrior Schi. Given the number of wounds and battle marks, he expected the other to fight against being held. The scent of rainstorms on the horizon was strong all around the Riel, not strong enough to be overpowering, but distracting in a way. Foalan's libido had been quiet the last few centuries, given he's crossed the 3k mark that was expected, still he wasn't expecting his interest to be piqued by a patient. Not the time brain, some other time perhaps, like when he's not clinging to life and fighting against gross magic. <br/>
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He centred himself with an old song his mum sang to him, humming it quietly and letting the two of them float in the fae pool as it refilled Riel's depleted magic. Both of them needed the strength. The black magic that was killing him wouldn't stay quiet for long. If magic could be a physical thing and respond to blows, the spell was in shock, shuddering in the centre of Riel's being as the remnants of Foalan's fire battered at its edges. <br/>
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He ran a hand through Riel's hair, wetting it down, cleansing him of the sweat that collected there. "This is going to get hard from here on out, so I thought I would introduce myself officially. My name is Foalan, and as you can tell I've got a handy habit of setting things on fire. Sorry for your nerve endings, you're not damaged I promise, but it does shock the shit out of nasty spellwork. Thing is, Riel, may I call you Riel? Thing is we've got another hurdle or twelve to go before I can wrench this magic out of you. I don't have a lodestone to drag it to, so we have to do a knockdown drag-out fight to get it to let go. You've got some kick left in ya, I can feel it. We're going to just lay here and float, the fae pool will keep the magic flowing." His voice was soft, accent thick as he spoke his father's language. <br/>
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"C'mon, open your eyes a little, try. I need to know you can hear me and you're ready to fight." </span>