He took them from her with shaking hands, spreading them out along the bottom of the frame of the mirror. He didn't raise the sword to direct the flow of Power this time, however, not trusting it to do the work while it was holding Samuel's spirit, and raised a hand instead, tracing the edges of the glass slowly. The leaves followed suit has they had before, and once the leaves had imprinted themselves on the wood, he touched the pommel of his sword to the glass, muttering.
The reflection shimmered, nearly liquid, then stilled, and when it did, Samuel appeared in it, stretched out on the bed, face down, breathing hard as if he were still recovering from what John had done to him. "There."
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Date: 2010-11-14 07:06 am (UTC)The reflection shimmered, nearly liquid, then stilled, and when it did, Samuel appeared in it, stretched out on the bed, face down, breathing hard as if he were still recovering from what John had done to him. "There."