[ they aren't. they've flared up sometimes, in the dead of the night where the silence presses down particularly thickly. but never in public - here, he feels exposed, as if the crystal had prised him inside out.
so he shakes his head, tries to close his fingers over the burning stone. it still stings, but perhaps he can calm it by force of will. ]
My magic is reacting strongly to this place.
[ half an explanation, but he hopes it'll suffice ]
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so he shakes his head, tries to close his fingers over the burning stone. it still stings, but perhaps he can calm it by force of will. ]
My magic is reacting strongly to this place.
[ half an explanation, but he hopes it'll suffice ]