[Sabriel stands in front of Felix and holds the glass up. Then she starts chanting. The words aren't in English, or any other language of this world.
As Sabriel keeps going, a light comes to the bottle, pulsing with the rhythm of the chant as Sabriel reaches deeper into the Charter, pulling out mark after mark until they seem to simply flow through her into the glass.
Then she falls silent, touching the glass to the floor, then her own mark, before straightening up, shutting here eyes, and pouring the glowing liquid onto Felix's forehead. As soon as it touches him there's a blindingly bright flash, all the magic in the water flowing into him- and then, for a split second, for Felix the world falls away and there's an endless sea of symbols, each glowing like a golden star, before the world returns.
Sabriel watches, feeling the wood ash vanish from her forehead to reappear on Felix's, a freshly formed Charter mark underneath it as she offers him a hand up.]
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Not yet. Hold still. And don't be afraid.
[Sabriel stands in front of Felix and holds the glass up. Then she starts chanting. The words aren't in English, or any other language of this world.
As Sabriel keeps going, a light comes to the bottle, pulsing with the rhythm of the chant as Sabriel reaches deeper into the Charter, pulling out mark after mark until they seem to simply flow through her into the glass.
Then she falls silent, touching the glass to the floor, then her own mark, before straightening up, shutting here eyes, and pouring the glowing liquid onto Felix's forehead. As soon as it touches him there's a blindingly bright flash, all the magic in the water flowing into him- and then, for a split second, for Felix the world falls away and there's an endless sea of symbols, each glowing like a golden star, before the world returns.
Sabriel watches, feeling the wood ash vanish from her forehead to reappear on Felix's, a freshly formed Charter mark underneath it as she offers him a hand up.]