[Yuan half-turns at the flare of mana, a frown on his face, but he doesn't speak. Aloud. His mental voice is concern and sharpness both. Careful. Maybe we'd better do this a different way.]
[Basic exercises are one thing. Kratos's mana thrown around in large volumes is something Yuan is going to worry about.]
Meditation. It shouldn't be that bright.
[Genis squints up at them.]
I know that one. Like lighting a candle, right?
[He isn't wrong; but Raine tugs him back down anyway, grumbling softly about letting them do what they need to. Genis protests. Raine drags the pillow from under his head and places it atop him, which makes Genis reclaim it. It's a suitable distraction, at least.]
[Sheena, for her part, startles awake with slitted eyes only enough to ascertain that no one is actually fighting anything, before burrowing back into a pile of coziness.]
[Let's try it this way, Yuan suggests when they look like they're going to settle down again. I'll weave a more complex pattern. Follow it, but don't try anything. Tell me what I'm doing instead.]
[When his mana comes visible, it's as the barest tracery of pale violet, filament-sparks that trace the shapes of the armor Yuan isn't wearing in faint lightning-ghosts. The light show is negligible, and in fact to a mage who isn't looking it may be hard to sense, but Kratos is right there. And Kratos knows lightning.]
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[Basic exercises are one thing. Kratos's mana thrown around in large volumes is something Yuan is going to worry about.]
Meditation. It shouldn't be that bright.
[Genis squints up at them.]
I know that one. Like lighting a candle, right?
[He isn't wrong; but Raine tugs him back down anyway, grumbling softly about letting them do what they need to. Genis protests. Raine drags the pillow from under his head and places it atop him, which makes Genis reclaim it. It's a suitable distraction, at least.]
[Sheena, for her part, startles awake with slitted eyes only enough to ascertain that no one is actually fighting anything, before burrowing back into a pile of coziness.]
[Let's try it this way, Yuan suggests when they look like they're going to settle down again. I'll weave a more complex pattern. Follow it, but don't try anything. Tell me what I'm doing instead.]
[When his mana comes visible, it's as the barest tracery of pale violet, filament-sparks that trace the shapes of the armor Yuan isn't wearing in faint lightning-ghosts. The light show is negligible, and in fact to a mage who isn't looking it may be hard to sense, but Kratos is right there. And Kratos knows lightning.]