[What he missed most about magic was the ability to reach out - to tap into the energy felt sliding through the air: coursing after it like a hound after a fox. And now, here he is - the meat of the damned animal just beyond the grasp of his teeth (on top of everything else that's horribly off with this place). But it doesn't mean he can't feel it, can't sense it like breath on the back of his neck where he sits at his corner table--
--'his corner table', though he's only been in the city, the world even, for a few months time. He's never been the sort of man to leave things untaken--
--Or that he can't feel it when another magician (though he's learning that's not the proper term here, not for everyone) arrives at the small coffee house. It's not unlike what he thinks it must feel like to be a marginally pretty girl in a dance hall when the town's beauty arrives: all eyes turn elsewhere and there's simply nothing to be done about it. The woman with her blonde hair and her fine mouth is handsome enough to play the part; Michael finds himself hating her immediately.]
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--'his corner table', though he's only been in the city, the world even, for a few months time. He's never been the sort of man to leave things untaken--
--Or that he can't feel it when another magician (though he's learning that's not the proper term here, not for everyone) arrives at the small coffee house. It's not unlike what he thinks it must feel like to be a marginally pretty girl in a dance hall when the town's beauty arrives: all eyes turn elsewhere and there's simply nothing to be done about it. The woman with her blonde hair and her fine mouth is handsome enough to play the part; Michael finds himself hating her immediately.]