Friday Five!

I'm hoping to find some time this weekend to bang out a few more scenes. For now, here's this:

Once Tessani had put some distance between himself and where he'd awoken, he sank to his knees, bowed his head and started whispering. The tattoo that circled his left wrist shivered, then lifted from his skin, twisting its shape to become a thin and solid tool.

As he continued to weave his magic into the spell he cast, the shadow pick floated around behind him to insert itself into his shackles. He concentrated, visualizing the shadow pick opening the locked shackles. He was sweating lightly by the time he succeeded, the hot desert sun beating down on him, but the soft click before the shackles fell from his wrists was the most satisfying sound he'd heard in days.