Boysenberry - A Soft Place to Land
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Kairn looked from the paper that had been thrust beneath his nose to the face that loomed above it and back.
“Am I supposed to be recognizing something here?” He squinted at the mass of interlocking forms etched on the page.
“You mean you don’t?”
Kairn shook his head slowly, still eyeing the forms with some faint hope of making sense of them.
Sethan whisked the paper away with an exasperated sigh. “They’re energy transfer forms,” he said. “Ephram was right. You can move a soul from one body to another.”
“Until you get stuck and get your head lopped off,” Kairn muttered.
“He was missing one key set of lines though,” Sethan went on, ignoring him.
“And you’re so sure you’ve figured out what, in years of study, he couldn’t?”
Sethan tapped his temple. “Inspiration,” he said with a smirk.
Kairn sniffed.
“She has her uses.”
“You’re not planning on actually trying it, are you?”
“Not on myself. Not on you either,” he added, when it was clear he hadn’t dispelled Kairn’s concern. “I got some rats from Tarek to try it on. I thought you might want to come watch.”
“I thought we were going to the lake today?”
“The lake can wait.”
Kairn sighed. “All right, but it’s only waiting until tomorrow.”