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Her look of concern was enough to let him know that she did, indeed, recognize a ritual circle. Her words confirmed it. Rituals were not something attempted at random, nor were they usually performed by a novice without assistance or someone with lots of experience on hand to temper any misteps. At least, that was Cam's experience. How they practiced in other countries and other cultures was mostly unknown to him. His research and experienced was limited to what he had learned from his uncle, who was an elemental mage with water as his focus. The man had not mentored his nephew, though, even when Cam had asked.
This left the young man to glean what he could from watching his uncle, lots of research and the input of his sister, who dabbled in protection magic or whatever it was called.
Cam had pursued his studies on his own in his early twenties, but had let that aspect of his life mostly lie fallow until he turned thirty. Why that year, he was not sure, but he had a more serious five or so years under his belt.
That did not make things easier, though he was certainly more aware of what could go wrong.
“Aye,” he acknowledged softly, remaining by the fire. “I do. That's why I'm oot here tonight.”
This left the young man to glean what he could from watching his uncle, lots of research and the input of his sister, who dabbled in protection magic or whatever it was called.
Cam had pursued his studies on his own in his early twenties, but had let that aspect of his life mostly lie fallow until he turned thirty. Why that year, he was not sure, but he had a more serious five or so years under his belt.
That did not make things easier, though he was certainly more aware of what could go wrong.
“Aye,” he acknowledged softly, remaining by the fire. “I do. That's why I'm oot here tonight.”