[Um, it has to be a full-fledged poem in the Kalevala metre—no, but can you imagine? Lalli briefly does, hence the brief face he pulls as he continues kicking this board free. This Craft stuff is borderline uncomfortable when compared to the magic he's familiar with, but as far as Emil is concerned... whew, what a blessing.]
You don't. You didn't use a spell to talk.
["Talk." About blueberries, of all things, but the principle remains the same—to Lalli, who is used to spells being gigantic productions. Stop trying to make this hard!!]
Think about... that? [Another board falls free, and he looks back over at Emil.] How it felt to use magic when you really wanted to.
[Because surely he... felt the magic he was directing toward Lalli? Surely. Or is Lalli going to have to, like, grab his hand in their first magic lesson and do the classic "Focus on my magic, see how IT feels" routine...]
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You don't. You didn't use a spell to talk.
["Talk." About blueberries, of all things, but the principle remains the same—to Lalli, who is used to spells being gigantic productions. Stop trying to make this hard!!]
Think about... that? [Another board falls free, and he looks back over at Emil.] How it felt to use magic when you really wanted to.
[Because surely he... felt the magic he was directing toward Lalli? Surely. Or is Lalli going to have to, like, grab his hand in their first magic lesson and do the classic "Focus on my magic, see how IT feels" routine...]