Sunday Six

On Monday again. I suck. Sorry. I have no excuse; I just didn't feel like posting yesterday.

The sun was draining and so Tessani took his time coaxing shadows cast from its light onto his skin, creating patterns off ready-to-cast magic, almost literally at his fingertips. He stopped when he felt that little tingle in his flesh that told him he was at his limit, that he could bind nothing more to himself without risking ... something. He was never certain what would happen if he pushed past his boundaries, and with no other shadowbinders in the Guild, no one was able to tell him either. He simply never decided to take the chance. He knew his limits would expand once he had a tyro, so there was no need to take the risk now. A little patience and his power would grow without forcing or chancing anything.

Only when he was ready did he don his cloak and leave the inn to travel out to the town gates.

Interesting...

I plunked a bunch of Shadowbinder into this site and this was the result!

I write like
Douglas Adams

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I AM PLEASED WITH THIS. (though I did not expect Shadowbinder to be remotely as humorous as Adams' work).