Dracula, for his part, raises a hand and a box on one of the shelves opens as mirror shards slip out. They fly to the central corridor of the room and assemble loosely. He manipulates them with a hand.
"Magic is in many ways a science and in other ways an art. It sits between the two, an outward expression of internal intent, shaped by the means at one's disposal."
The shards suddenly reflect an image, one of the deck up above, the stars above them, and then it darkens and they slide together, returning to the box. He closes his hand to close said box.
"Magical blood is but one source of energy for such an action, but there are others."
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Date: 2021-11-25 04:21 pm (UTC)"Magic is in many ways a science and in other ways an art. It sits between the two, an outward expression of internal intent, shaped by the means at one's disposal."
The shards suddenly reflect an image, one of the deck up above, the stars above them, and then it darkens and they slide together, returning to the box. He closes his hand to close said box.
"Magical blood is but one source of energy for such an action, but there are others."