[Tiyribi Andares]

The Vysstichi Mage responded with the slightest nod of her head at her student’s agreement to the procedure, but that was all. Her eyes remained closed, her hands frozen on either side of the Esh’lahier’s head. It wasn’t her duty to send any reassurances. It was only her duty to instruct. That was all she intended to give.

To a Master such as herself, the state of Clara was both familiar and easily obtained. In mere seconds Iranca had reached the place of Arcane awareness and began to mix the swirling Ara surrounding her with her own Vis, preparing the energies needed to perform Archalen’s Unbinding. “You will begin to feel a popping sensation, as if things are being torn from your mind,” the Mistress explained, her voice rich as most of her consciousness was spent in her spellcast. “This is normal.”

And so it began. The Esh’lahier could feel something tugging at the very edges of his consciousness, pulling, breaking, bending. Some power was forcing against a wall Archalen never before knew he had. It was foreign, like a metal scalpel within his skull. It was painful. It was strange.

But it was the entrance to power.

Moments turned into eternity before Iranca finally whispered, “You will now drift off to sleep as your mind fights to adjust. Pleasant dreams.” With that, the pushing ceased. The Elfish Thane’s mind felt calm and quiet, and eerily empty.

Then it rushed at him with all the power of a released torrential flood. This was the world of the Arcane. This was the sensibility of Ara and Vis. This was magehood.

OOC: Archalen will dream now…anything and everything, the stranger the better. I’ll let you RP that out, then we’ll pick up when he wakes up a few hours later.