As Peg moved away Craig began to speak in the language of a lost and fallen civilization. The words and phrases of magic, a language once spoken and now only remembered piecemeal by those trying to reforge their tie to the supernal. He made no hand movements, instead holding the board beneath him, focusing on the young Uratha, the young woman, who challenged the ocean beneath her.(1)<br/><br/>The control and touch of life was slow to build, but Craig did summon them none the less. He reached out with his will and focused it, releasing the spell and sending it to Peggerty as she started her run. The pulse of the living world, the mage sight of life, slowly would take hold of Peggerty's senses. The vibration of all living things, the interactions of each system and organism that existed around her. The power and pulse of the ocean itself, the ways the air moved about her as she cut through it, even seeing Freddie and Enach on the beach. Everything more vibrant, alive, doing more than just existing, instead living. She would not just see the world differently, but feel it with all her senses.<br/><br/>He watched Peg as she surfed, watched her and she crested and rode the waves to the beach. If she looked back she would see craig, and the energies moving around him pulsed like a small star. The command of the supernal, the pushing of the natural laws of the world. He existed and survived within them, a testament to coexistence with the environment. He watched with a peaceful and happy look, seeing the young woman chase the tails of the waves. he would wait until she was through before beginning his own run.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>2010-05-25 07:07:14   -Lugh- Craig Havelin rolls 8 dice to Giving Second Sight    7,6,10,3,4, 2,7,4,7 (1 success)