The Difference
He couldn't sleep.
Kitai lay next to him, peaceful and still. One arm was thrown across his chest and somehow, because she was Kitai, it looked as elegant as it was comforting. It would be the easiest thing in the world to sleep after that rather amazing bit of "exercise", but he couldn't.
Because now he was paying attention. Because now, he could feel the faint sensation of the metal of his sword at the tips of his fingers. He could feel the presence of something more in the air, in the water near his bed, in the small fire that burned in the next room. The earth around him, that made up the building itself, sent tingles up his spine as he reached with a sense he barely knew to feel them. It.
The furies.
He'd found in the Battle of Elinarch that he didn't need furies to accomplish great things. He'd found almost a kind of contentment in being different, in achieving more with less than everyone else had been giving. It was, in a way, sort of satisfying.
But then there'd been the lamp.
Now, even nestled against a beautiful woman, he was itching to get up and work on his furycrafting, put all that theory to practice, stretch these brand new senses as he'd learned to stretch his others during his training as a Cursor and his time on the battlefield.
Kitai lay next to him, peaceful and still. One arm was thrown across his chest and somehow, because she was Kitai, it looked as elegant as it was comforting. It would be the easiest thing in the world to sleep after that rather amazing bit of "exercise", but he couldn't.
Because now he was paying attention. Because now, he could feel the faint sensation of the metal of his sword at the tips of his fingers. He could feel the presence of something more in the air, in the water near his bed, in the small fire that burned in the next room. The earth around him, that made up the building itself, sent tingles up his spine as he reached with a sense he barely knew to feel them. It.
The furies.
He'd found in the Battle of Elinarch that he didn't need furies to accomplish great things. He'd found almost a kind of contentment in being different, in achieving more with less than everyone else had been giving. It was, in a way, sort of satisfying.
But then there'd been the lamp.
Now, even nestled against a beautiful woman, he was itching to get up and work on his furycrafting, put all that theory to practice, stretch these brand new senses as he'd learned to stretch his others during his training as a Cursor and his time on the battlefield.