Yrael takes Asher's hand, and after a moment, it feels like they are falling backwards again, through the rock and soil of the lakeshore into nothingness. The Charter wells up around Asher like an endless torrent of golden light, that which composes all Life and connects all living beings together, defining what each being is by how it relates to others.
Defining Asher, and every facet of his being.
Beyond the golden light, a larger stream of symbols rushes in its endless pattern, punctuated by flashes and arcs of silver lightning woven through the Charter Marks.
These flow closer, weaving amongst Asher's pattern and beginning to rearrange the Charter Marks within them. Charter Marks form and are placed among those that define Asher's hurt side. If Asher had his eyes open, he could see Yrael's other hand furiously drawing burning Charter Marks in the air, chaining them together to heal what had been done. Very faintly, Asher may hear Yrael's voice calling aloud those Charter Marks who require their names to be used. He does not slow, but works with a steady pace, setting the Charter Marks defining Asher into their proper place.
And it hurts, having details of your physical being rearranged. It hurts beyond definition, all across Asher's right side, as scars are unmade, nerves restored and put back where they had been, muscle tissue is rebuilt, as skin and blood vessels and hair and glands and everything that had been harmed is put back the way it had been before.
Yrael hopes that Asher does not mind symmetry, for he is basing the healing pattern off of Asher's left side.
There is no telling how long the pain goes on. How long Yrael rearranges each individual facet to make it match the unscarred side of Asher. At the last, Yrael draws a Master Mark, white smoke issuing from his mouth as he speaks its name, to tie off the spell like a surgeon snipping the thread used for stitches.
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Defining Asher, and every facet of his being.
Beyond the golden light, a larger stream of symbols rushes in its endless pattern, punctuated by flashes and arcs of silver lightning woven through the Charter Marks.
These flow closer, weaving amongst Asher's pattern and beginning to rearrange the Charter Marks within them. Charter Marks form and are placed among those that define Asher's hurt side. If Asher had his eyes open, he could see Yrael's other hand furiously drawing burning Charter Marks in the air, chaining them together to heal what had been done. Very faintly, Asher may hear Yrael's voice calling aloud those Charter Marks who require their names to be used. He does not slow, but works with a steady pace, setting the Charter Marks defining Asher into their proper place.
And it hurts, having details of your physical being rearranged. It hurts beyond definition, all across Asher's right side, as scars are unmade, nerves restored and put back where they had been, muscle tissue is rebuilt, as skin and blood vessels and hair and glands and everything that had been harmed is put back the way it had been before.
Yrael hopes that Asher does not mind symmetry, for he is basing the healing pattern off of Asher's left side.
There is no telling how long the pain goes on. How long Yrael rearranges each individual facet to make it match the unscarred side of Asher. At the last, Yrael draws a Master Mark, white smoke issuing from his mouth as he speaks its name, to tie off the spell like a surgeon snipping the thread used for stitches.