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[respired]

[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]

The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.

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A dangerous offer.

[ Koltira's inclined to take everything, everything that anyone can offer him, everything they have and beyond.

He at least stops licking the shard, though.

Instead, he sets his palms flat upon it, and the glow of magic drain starts: a bright, pale blue light with the crisp scent of the arcane. Koltira draws on the well of energy contained in the shard, pulling it into his body. As he does so, his eyes brighten, his skin cracks. The thread strengthens, at its usual price. ]

[sadsack]

[ Bariyan can feel the accelerated drain immediately. It doesn't hurt, or anything, it just feels... odd. The world seems a little further away than before, and continues to recede. His only response to all this is: interesting.

Bariyan blinks, blearily. ]

Just... put it back when you're done, will you...?

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[ Koltira does not maintain his channel for long. He can see the weakness in Bariyan's body, in his milky eyes, in the exhausted tone of his voice. ]

That is enough, I think.

[ He picks up the shard--there's still some magic left to it. He wants to know what it is, and how it sustains Bariyan, but perhaps that's a talk for another time. ]

I will not be responsible for your death, Bariyan.

[sadsack]

[ It's enough. Bariyan's magic is already drained by whatever's happening here, in Nalawi -- draining it further certainly hasn't helped matters. He blinks and realizes, vaguely, that he can no longer see. Anything.

There's a buzzing in his ears, and a horrible pressure.

He manages to speak, somehow. ]

That's... kind of you....

[ And that's it. He leans back against the tree, closes his eyes in an attempt to squeeze the buzzing out of his head, and loses consciousness. Stasis returns. He's missed it. ]