Re: Back Porch Onwards!
He caught the wisp, new, different, dark and invasive. Impatient. He reached for that as well, curling a thread of magic through it, drawing it closer. Patience. It didn't understand, but... hmm. He didn't release it, instead moving after Abel, reaching to grab, though it was a light grip as he caught the edge of a wing, not wanting to hurt.
Wait. The bloodies hands knew how to be the gentlest. The best healer knew how to kill the most brutal ways. He needed to understand that one could not be one without the other unless they so chose.