The Force. Magick. Sorcery. It all came from a common starting point. Brooke knew them all. She knew how it worked enough to know that what one could access with a certain mind set, they may not be able to access other abilities. Moving to the path of a Witch, she knew she lost the way of the Jedi. It was a tricky balance, but as she fell more into the former, aside from a bit of the danger sense that Jedi tended to have, she did not have access to the same pathways to handle the Force. And with the power of a Witch? Many more things were possible.
She was beginning to chant a small spell as she had gotten Caltin to begin on his reverie. She didn’t need the whole story, but mind-reading wasn’t exactly a thing among Witches. Sure, it could be done, she’d heard of the Nightsisters doing it, but it required a lot of skill to do it in a way that didn’t leave the person just meat afterwards.
That wasn’t Brooke’s goal. A blank page in her book, and her pencil beginning to draw loops, as if starting to practice the flowing letters of basic in a script form… It was allowing her to concentrate and feel the flow of where Caltin’s mind was going. His recounting, and reliving was giving her an avenue to follow, to get a feeling for him, and his story. The flowing faux-script
psychography was keeping her mind from entangling Caltin’s with hers, and keeping too much. It gave her body something to do so that when the crystals and equipment before her were changing, and melding into each other, it was all Caltin, with very little Brooke.
The focusing crystal she had pulled started to deepen the blue color, silver wires wrapping around, as some wood, bark mostly, but some heartwood from one of the Wroshyr trees faded into the room, in a manner akin to a Witch’s teleport, in a puff of blue fog. The Force surrounding the items, bringing them together as Caltin continued.
Caltin Vanagor