While Avrie watched in fascination, Hanzi had an air of polite boredom about him. All this sitting still and think hard by not thinking hard made the Air'riela restless. He longed to run around and get drunk or something remotely more fun than this! This pit in his stomach, these butterflies remained in his gut since Vortex. Something was stuck in his craw, but could not understand what that thing exactly was.
Hanzi sighed at Luca's passing and plopped down across from Avrie. She was a funny girl, so earnest, very good, very hard trying to be Air'riela, to understand that part of herself. He thought this with an absentminded smile on his lips.
Transmition, of course he knew what that was. His Ambarando family festivals were usually basically drifter seminars where elders would lecture the childfolk for a long time. That and they told a lot of the old tales of the Air'riela, since they were also storytellers. Hanzi listened, but this bored him as well. His Belegtur reunions were better, wrestling tournaments, races, and other contests of strength.
"This is similar to sensing up and down lines." Hanzi added helpfully.
"But let the power carry your words, not your conciousness- that's what my Baba used to say. But beware, transmissions are heard by anybody listening." *
Hanzi silenced and began to clear his mind. He allowed the flowing rivers of the Ambarandos grip his soul and he felt as if he were floating. All sense of feeling disappeared and he merely was. He tossed his thoughts into the power, hard to actually describe unless you are doing it. It was if you were on a ledge tossing pieces of paper into the wind. Finally, Hanzi's reply came back...
"Well then, I guess dinner's on you..."
*- Don't know if this is true, but what the hell, it sounds good and I tossed it in.
