[The only way Zelos can tell the wind is blowing is by the tiny brushing of grass blades against his shoulder, the subtly changing pressures every time each individual blade changes direction. He can't feel the wind on his skin. He never thought he'd miss it so much.
And what's he supposed to do when he wants a night-time rendezvous? Not being able to feel anything makes that pointless. Stupid cruxis crystal.
Zelos is getting sick of feeling grumpy all the time. On a whim he sits up and casts fireball out in front of him, wordlessly shaping and then releasing the mana into three balls of fire coursing through the air. He does it a second time after that, and a third time after that. If the crystal wants him to use mana so badly, fine. Time to get this over with.]
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And what's he supposed to do when he wants a night-time rendezvous? Not being able to feel anything makes that pointless. Stupid cruxis crystal.
Zelos is getting sick of feeling grumpy all the time. On a whim he sits up and casts fireball out in front of him, wordlessly shaping and then releasing the mana into three balls of fire coursing through the air. He does it a second time after that, and a third time after that. If the crystal wants him to use mana so badly, fine. Time to get this over with.]