His robes shifted with his movement, the script that hovered above the surface pulsating slightly.
Then, he lifted his hand.
It was long-fingered and graceful, but like his wings, did not seem entirely bound by reality. For a brief moment, Arella thought she saw a thousand hands, each existing in a different moment of time, some before, some after.
As he reached forward, his hand aligned back to one, and the chains that they had left behind them lashed out again, coiling around her wrists, ankles and waist, binding her in place and forcing her to remain absolutely still as his fingers brushed against her forehead.
"Let us see."
His fingers were cool, and for a brief second, Arella was sure nothing had happened, and nothing was going to happen.
And then...
