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the theory of everything (kiran) (terminé)
Ven 8 Nov 2019 - 4:09
Mes yeux se posent une nouvelle fois sur le coffre reçu il y a quelques semaines, avec une note l’accompagnant de la part de ma grand-mère van heek. This was your great-great grandmother’s, Finnickje. You might like the stories if you can translate them. Trouvaille inestimable, que j’ai apportée avec moi lors de ma dernière visite auprès de Sapphire. Ironie cruelle du sort – quelques mois à peine suivant nos douces retrouvailles, que l’Irlandaise se soit décidée à endosser les traditions familiales après tout, et se marier. Connaissant nos origines scandinaves mutuelles, et l’ancien rêve de la douce jeune femme de devenir archéologue-aventurière, je lui avais donc présenté l’énigme, ravi de voir son visage s’illuminer en apercevant le contenu de la boîte. « This is no ordinary box Finnick, it’s a treasure box », m’avait-elle dit, enthousiasme adolescent dansant au creux de ses prunelles. Douée en runes, la jeune femme était pourtant prise par son nouveau rôle familial … je suis donc reparti (un peu) bredouille, avec une joie douce au fond du cœur – effet collatéral des moments passés avec la sorcière étoilée. Désormais assis sur mon lit, dans l’ancienne chambre de l’Irlandaise, je me passe une main sur le visage. Ai-je vraiment envie d’ouvrir cette boîte de Pandore? Entre ma nouvelle carrière, ma relation de couple, mes études et mes expériences, j’en ai déjà plein les bras … et pourtant, je n’arrive plus à penser à autre chose qu’au contenu de la boîte, les dizaines de parchemins couverts de runes – certaines dansent sous mes yeux, d’autres ne se révèlent que la nuit. Certains documents semblent vierges – je n’ai pas encore percé leurs secrets.
Familier avec les runes celtes, peu versé au sujet des runes nordiques, je penche la tête vers le plafond, où voguent les étoiles dont Sapphire avait orné sa chambre. Ça me pince un peu le cœur, d’avoir cette preuve si tangible de son existence ici, comme étudiante, alors que je la sais désormais au loin. Mon intégration chez les Happy hours a été rapide, suggérée par Elena à la fin de l’été. Incertain de correspondre au stéréotype de l’étudiant fêtard (en fait carrément convaincu du contraire), j’ai pourtant accepté, avec l’intention inavouée de garder un œil sur Kiran. Kiran, au chevet duquel j’ai passé la moitié de mes jours de congé cet été, partageant mon temps libre à l’extérieur du stade des Kestrels de Kenmare dont je suis désormais l’attrapeur entre sa chambre d’hôpital et son appartement, récemment devenu le mien. Kiran, que je n’ai pas su correctement aider avant qu’il commette l’indicible – not again, me suis-je promis, avec, toujours, la litanie que personne ne pourra me tirer de la tête. myfaultmyfaultmyfault. Grugé de regrets et de soucis. Me décidant à me lever, je cogne doucement à la porte de l’Indien – elle est entrouverte, mais je n’ai pas perdu ma pudeur. « Hi ». Le mot le plus simple, et le plus dur pour moi – parce qu’il invite toujours à dire davantage. « I have an enigma to solve », dis-je avec douceur, tendresse valsant au fond du regard alors que je serre le coffret contre ma poitrine sur laquelle les deux K de mon équipe apparaissent – hasard étourdi plus que vantardise.
@Kiran Blackthorn
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Jeu 28 Nov 2019 - 16:07
C'est étrange d'être à la maison de nouveau. Kiran se demande quand est-ce qu'il a commencé à considérer cette colocation comme son chez lui, son foyer, son abris. Peut-être à la minute où il y a posé les pieds pour la première fois ; il a le don de savoir très rapidement ce qui sera bénéfique ou non dans sa vie, et il a tout de suite eu un très bon pressentiment sur cet endroit. Après avoir passé quelques semaines à l'hôpital en désintoxication, puis quelques jours au manoir familial auprès de ses frères et soeurs, il se sent encore plus attaché à la coloc. Peut-être est-ce parce qu'il avait oublié à quel point les couloirs sont froids sans le rire d'Eleanor, comme les dîners sont nécrosés par la présence d'Aloysius et Claudia, tous les deux tels des statues de marbre glacial. La vie s'étouffe au manoir Blackthorn, prise dans les ronces empoisonnées de la propriété. Être avec ses frangins pendant tout ce temps lui a fait du bien, mais il avait hâte de pouvoir quitter les lieux, condamnés par l'absence éternelle de leur chère petite soeur, gamine pour toujours. Être à la coloc lui fait du bien aussi grâce à la présence d'Elena, son amour, sa belle espagnole, sa fleur de jasmin. Bachchee. Et puis il y a Finn, Pakshee, son ami de toujours, son premier amour à sens unique, son frère. Kiran sait qu'il lui a fait du mal, cet été, et il s'en veut particulièrement ; maintenant que Finn vit avec lui il devient facile de passer du temps avec lui, et d'essayer de le rassurer. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry.
Trois petits coups toqué à la porte entre-ouverte, et Finn apparaît justement dans le cadre. Kiran, penché sur sa guitare, se redresse et adresse un sourire tendre à son ami. « Hi, » un petit mot presque soufflé dans la délicatesse habituelle et si réconfortante de son ami. « Hey there, » répond-il tout aussi doucement, reposant dans la tendresse de leur amitié, dans le réconfort de sa simple présence. Finn. « I have an enigma to solve. » Il n'en faut pas plus pour éveiller la curiosité naturelle du jeune homme. Ca tombe bien, il s'ennuyait ! Il observe le coffret que Finn tient serré contre lui, toujours plus intrigué. Le mystère à résoudre se trouve donc là-dedans ?« I'm always up for an enigma. What is it about ? What can I do for you ? »
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Re: the theory of everything (kiran) (terminé)
Sam 30 Nov 2019 - 18:30
i wish he’d tell me, sometimes. wish i could put words on the anguish coursing through my veins as i find his room empty, even if i know he’s probably off with elena somewhere. or hiding under the moon with pina.
wish i could explain that i don’t think i’ll ever not be afraid for him.
afraid.
such a familiar feeling, heart skipping a beat, finding a room empty of warmth, joy – knowing, but shaking inside.
((kiran’s in the hospital, he’s hurt.))
fleeting child, runaway adult, too busy trying to hide between wisps of air to realize the irony of it all, but here i am, starboy stuck in a realm of wonder and worry. myfaultmyfaultmyfault. for not being brave, not being there, not being stronger. but i’ve got dreams and enigmas hidden in the vault between my arms, locked away as if i were protecting my own chest with them – my own heart.
please never leave.
night eyes resting on the moon, meeting his, noticing the instrument. Shy smile giving way, whispering « hi » as if words were never truly necessary (they never were). « hey there »
slowly, as one wakes the stars, my steps guide me inside – it’s dark, but his presence is light –
light as stardust, and i could dance in it if i knew how. « i have an enigma to solve » treasure box cradled as a weapon and a shield, as if to protect my heart. will the sadness fade, someday?
« i'm always up for an enigma.
what is it about ? what can i do for you? »
slow paces – as one would, trying not to disturb rain falling, « viking runes ». shy smile, childlike wonder, agile fingers running on the mechanism protecting the wooden box.
logic – evading most wizards, too used to charms to solve everything.
fingers caressing the wood, the locks, the slight defaults hiding a pattern in the machine. soft sound – clic. giving way to treasures of parchment, some vivid as a dying sun, some shy as a pale moon. some, hidden, as a seeker trying so hard not to be noticed. « my great grandmother’s ».
tall, nordic, viking blood running through her veins – and mine.
treasure hunters – as I search for whispers of gold, in the sky.
« i’m better at celtic runes ». a project, an idea – a request, hidden. to spend more time together without me having to say the words, those sentences too long to explain. that i worry too much, sleep too little, and hide more than i should.
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Re: the theory of everything (kiran) (terminé)
Mer 25 Déc 2019 - 23:36
Kiran isn't blind ; he isn't naive. He knows, he knows how much he's hurt the people he loves the most.
The thing is, he has a weird fascination for self-destruction.
He talked about it with Ariadne ; she understands him, more than anyone he's ever met, when it comes to mental health, to his visions, to the way his mind works. He craves destruction, because that's all he's even known in his life.
His family, reduced to ashes.
His sister, her small, frail body crushed to the ground.
He could have done something. He didn't.
He felt like his whole life collapsed, twice. And it was always his fault. His own fucking fault. So he tried to destroy himself too, unconciously. He almost did it ; but he didn't realize that, in the process, he would destroy his friends and family too.
He was selfish. He tries to fix his mistake, now, but he knows. He knows they're all a little broken because of him. Finn, especially.
(i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry)
So seeing him there, standing at the threshold, holding a box to his chest, a soft smile on his lips, it reminds him of what he's fighting for. He's fighting for his friends, their happiness, their pride in him, their trust too.
He can't fall down again. He can't sink back into the dark.
« viking runes. » Two words, a spark that immediately lights up Kiran's curiosity. He adores runes ; there's something mysterious about the way they are used. There's history hidden at their core. « my great grandmother’s. » Kiran lets out a soft sigh, impressed. He wants to put his hands all over this box, to look closer, to go through these parchment older than he is.
« i’m better at celtic runes. » Kiran nods ; « say no more, I'll help you out. C'mere, sit down, » he says, gesturing toward the bed. Anything for his best friend, especially if it means spending more time with him. He takes a closer look at the parchment, taking in the smell of the old paper ; so many runes, some simple, some combined.
« Well, what's good to know is that runes are an alphabet, as well as a magical system. So they have multiple uses. » His interest for runes also comes from a place of curiosity for divination. He's got the third eye, after all ; and he's always had an affinity for it. « What's important with runes is the intention you put behind them. So what we have to do is find out the intention of the person by reading through these... »
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Dim 12 Jan 2020 - 16:13
There’s always been a soft bond between us – maybe because silence speaks multitudes when words can only break meaning. Smoke and mirrors people try to turn into truth while spinning gold into straw, but our hearts have understood each other so early – locks of gold and ebony.
« say no more, I'll help you out. C'mere, sit down ». A relieved smile stretches my lips, as if, somehow, I had thought he’d reject my offer. Any sign of isolation from the wizard feels like an alarm to me, now. Silently, I reach for the bed, legs folding under me as I sit down next to my dearest friend, fingers manipulating the treasure box without an afterthought – the mind of an inventor at work.
While he speaks, I stare at him, sidetracked. Searching for a mere sign of distortion in his speech, relieved not to find any, I nod to mark my understanding – I do study runes, too, though maybe not with the same interest as Kiran. My main focus has always been towards potions, and one would lie by saying I don’t have a true gift when it comes to it.
Never having shown much of a gift towards speech, one could have compensated by becoming adept at writing, but it hasn’t been my case. While potions feel natural to me, a harmonious blend of ingredients, feelings and momentum, my good grades in runes can only be explained by a strenuous dedication and much hard work – these new symbols feel quite alien to me, though beautifully mysterious.
« So what we have to do is find out the intention of the person by reading through these... » Nodding, I take out a parchment, turning it around between my hands to try to find where it starts – it doesn’t seem linear as the written patterns I’ve been used to. The runes move elegantly across the sheet, dancing under my gaze while I reach for a codex to translate the cypher. Pencil stuck between my teeth, brows furrowed while I try to break down the drawings into sentences, I write them down, one by one, almost forgetting to breathe in the process.
I contain multitudes. I am of use, but I am no tool. I am an end, not means. I am no tool.
« I contain multitudes ... » The whisper leaves my lips as I slide the pencil behind an ear, hazel eyes reaching for Kiran’s. It feels as if I was going down a ladder in complete darkness – not quite sure of the next step, yet, I find sure footing as I descend. I show him my scribbles. « What are runes if not a tool? », I ask, hoping my best friend can answer this better than I’m able to.
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Mer 4 Mar 2020 - 13:59
Finn gives him a relieved smile, and Kiran's breath snugs in his chest. Kiran is a lover at heart, and a part of him never let go of his feelings for his best friends - the affection, the fondness, it's still here, deep inside, and he nurtures these emotions, shapes them into their friendship. Beckoning him closer, he invites him to sit on the bed with him, and he starts establishing what they both already know about runes to have a base to work on. As he does, he can feel Finn's eyes on him, examining carefully, making sure he's okay. Sometimes, Kiran thinks he couldn't dream of a better friend that Finnick. His little Pakshee always takes such a good care of him, and whenever he thinks about what he has done last summer, his chest hurts, his heart squeezes. He has hurt him so deeply.
Never again.
Finn carefully starts to decode the message under Kiran's captivated eyes ; the young man is staring at Finn, making sure that he's alright too. He seems fine ; immersed in his work, slowly translating the runic words, he looks calm, focused on his work. For as long as Kiran remembers, Finn has always been a source of peace for him - since the very beginning, when they were only kids and Kiran was following him around in the hope of finding silence by his side. Their silence have always completed one another.
I contain multitudes. I am of use, but I am no tool. I am an end, not means. I am no tool.
The words are mysterious, but something in Kiran immediately lights up. I am an end, not means. He thinks he has read something in the past that reminds him of this part of the text... « I contain multitudes ... » Finn ponders, and Kiran turns the words in his mind, trying to see where they fit with what he knows of runes. His divination classes gave him a little more insight about these runes and their many use. « What are runes if not a tool? » Oh. An idea suddenly strikes him : runes aren't just tools, they are magic entities by themselves. From what he has read in the past, they can be used by themselves, and not only to write spells and to see the future. Kiran raises his head, and meets his best friend's eyes : « I think... A rune has its own magic. It's an independent source of magic, I mean. Like... I think vikings used to draw or tattoo them on their skin to give themselve strength for example. » Now that Kiran thinks about it, he could use some runes to give himself more of a mental stability... Maybe by combining them - combining them ! « I even think they can be combined to cast stronger spells, with different meanings depending on the way they are arranged. See what I mean ? » He has never been very good at expressing his thoughts, but Finnick has always understood him. « So, a rune is not a tool, but an actual magic entity with its own power. »
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Jeu 5 Mar 2020 - 15:40
As a child, what fascinated me about puzzles was the way pieces fit together perfectly. Even the oddest shapes, the strangest of pieces have a function – by standing out, they belong. There’s something strangely poetic about it. This idea that everything can fall into place – if only humans were that way, maybe I could somehow be reconciled with the oddness I put forward every day. People fit together as an old jigsaw puzzle – imperfectly, with the hurt we feel keeping us from truly connecting. Nevertheless, sometimes, we meet pieces that seem to be meant for us – as we were, souls set alight by quiet and starlight. Statue-like, eyes running on the parchments as my mind goes to the stars – as always. Decrypting the runes, slowly, as the symbols become words in my head. I am an end, not means. I’ve never been the best at riddles – logic, yes. Finding the flaw, noticing patterns in puzzles, but hidden meanings behind riddles have always eluded me. They feel alien, too strange for my own reality.
When it comes to runes, the use of the symbols as an alphabet has always been logical to me, but I’ve always perceived them as a language – no more, no less. I feel the jolt of inspiration from Kiran before he even speaks – reacting to it, I almost plunge forward towards him, as if afraid I’d lose even one second of his theory. « I think... A rune has its own magic. It's an independent source of magic, I mean. Like... I think vikings used to draw or tattoo them on their skin to give themselves strength for example ». Surprised, I stare at him blankly. Runes as physical magic? Turning the parchment around in my hands, I see one of the sentences bouncing around on the sheet, as if it were a living being. Almost afraid now, I stare at it with an ounce of disbelief, though a light of hope shines through my mind. Could this be an answer to my issues with wandless magic? « I even think they can be combined to cast stronger spells, with different meanings depending on the way they are arranged. See what I mean ?» Nodding, I fold my fingers under my chin, trying to understand what this might imply. « So, a rune is not a tool, but an actual magic entity with its own power ». My grandmother said it could be of use – but how? How could this knowledge help me reach my goals? I’ve always been a natural with potions, but this … This feels alien and difficult, and though I don’t back away from academic challenges, I suddenly feel out of depth.
Slowly exhaling, I let myself fall backwards on the bed, plush feeling of the mattress under me as I stare at the ceiling. After a while, I smile at Kiran. « don’t know where to start ». Simple words, for a simpler state still : he’s seen me puzzled in front of riddles enough times to know how my mind works. A scientist at heart : disciplined, methodical in every approach. This feels like an insurmountable mountain, but there’s something about it whispering it might be worth it. « think it’s enough to just … write the runes? » My eyes search for his, leg instinctively coming in contact with his own. The smallest proof of physical anchoring – to each other, to reality. « or is there something more … occult to it? » I know my best friend’s enthusiasm for these subjects – I’ve sometimes wondered if he wouldn’t one day be seduced into the dark cloaks.
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Ven 6 Mar 2020 - 13:56
Kiran recalls bits and pieces of his early childhood with fondness. Back then, he had a huge, united, loving family ((he can't recall the face of his own mother)), he lived on a beautiful property outside of New Delhi ((what did his big sister's room looked like ? he can still remembers the perfume she wore)) and life was peaceful, luxurious in an harmonious way - he didn't feel like an abnormality, like an error, he fitted where he was. And, since the time he learned to talk, he remembers being lulled to sleep with tales of magic, of occult. His family was big on the occult sciences - a clairvoyant family for generations, a legacy that died with his parents, uncle and aunts, cousins, sister. Did it really die, though ? Sometimes, Kiran likes to think for himself that he still carries at least parts of that legacy inside him. He doesn't hold all the knowledge of his grand-parents, but he can still remembers the tales and the stories. And he kept that passion deep inside of him.
That natural curiosity he has for his ownmaledictiongift, his choice of studies, everything links back to this heritage his family shared with him - and it is now his turn to share it, with the one person he trusts the most on this Earth. Finn will do him proud, Kiran is sure of that. His mind works in a beautiful way, and he will find a way to use this new knowledge. For now, though, he still looks a little bit lost, a little bit scared of the pieces of paper he holds between his fingers. Fear not, Kiran wants to say, you will find a way. He'll help him in any way possible. There isn't a thing he wouldn't do for him.
« don’t know where to start. » For every experiment, there has to be a starting point ; and if Finn doesn't see it now, Kiran will help him uncover it. « think it’s enough to just … write the runes ? » his eyes meet Kiran's, their legs softly touching each other - reassuring, anchoring contact. « or is there something more … occult to it? » Kiran offers him a smile - a gentle one, one that says I got you, don't worry. There is so much to discover yet about the occult, so much to think about, so much to say - and more than anything, there is a certain poesy about the way magic works onto the universe around them, into them. Invisible beauty, constantly around them, working in mysterious ways - and Kiran, ever the mad scientist, loves to learn how to manipulate it.
« I think... Magic follows instructions - or rather, it follows intentions. You know how you have to think about the spells you want to cast for them to work ? Well, for runes, it's basically the same thing. » Runes are probably one of the strangest form of magic there is - everything can be done with them, when they are manipulated in the proper way. To see the future, to take decisions, to protect or to hurt, to bless and to curse. « they can be drawn, carved, tattooed... As long as it's done with an intention behind it. You have to think about their effect for them to hold magic. Kind of like you called upon them and their power. » Passion burns deep in the dark pools of his eyes as he talk, and suddenly he feels like a child again - except this time, he's the one telling the story.
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Dim 22 Mar 2020 - 14:20
Bien que ma curiosité soit piquée par ces curieuses nouvelles arcanes, c’est du découragement qui s’y mêle dans ma poitrine lorsque je confie à Kiran ne pas savoir où commencer, formulant quelques hypothèses à tout hasard. Le sorcier plus jeune s’est toujours intéressé à la dimension plus … occulte de la magie. Le choix de filière tout à fait logique – pour ma part, j’ai suivi les traces qu’on me proposait lorsque j’ai affirmé vouloir devenir « fabricant » de balais (à défaut de pouvoir expliquer la nature de ma carrière inventée). « I think... Magic follows instructions - or rather, it follows intentions. You know how you have to think about the spells you want to cast for them to work ? Well, for runes, it's basically the same thing ». Le calme dans la voix de pédagogue que prend Kiran me rassure, mais réveille également une inquiétude en moi – les cours suivis depuis le début de mon parcours universitaire n’ont pas été choisis par hasard. À l’exception de défense contre les forces du mal (ma bête noire, malgré les progrès réalisés grâce à l’intérêt que m’a porté la professeure Amonwë) – la botanique, l’astronomie, le vol, les potions et les runes n’ont que peu de composantes réellement magiques. Disciplines où l’esprit et les mains sont aussi importants (sinon plus) que la magie, et heureusement : je ne crois pas que je me serais rendu jusqu’aux études doctorales, sinon. « Not that good at spells », s’échappe le murmure entre mes lèvres, l’air entendu – he knows. Kiran understands better than most, he was there when Sapphire taught me the basics, my magic never cooperating quite as much as it should have.
Écoutant les exemples que Kiran me donne, je pense à Riley. Riley et son corps malade, ses yeux où la lueur s’amenuise depuis de longs mois. Le cœur qui se serre, doucement. I’ve never known how to protect other people – I’ve always been the sheltered one. How can I defend them when I can’t even say more than six words in a sentence? Softly, I trace a celtic rune on Kiran’s forearm. Health. « Think they can cure shyness? », que je demande, presque sans oser lever les yeux. Étrange honte, malgré tout – Kiran sait mieux que quiconque l’étendue de ma gêne face aux autres, de mon inconfort général vis-à-vis des gens, et pourtant. C’est une chose d’en être conscient, et une autre de le dire à voix haute. « Or illnesses? » Regard prudent vers mon ami. Could a rune help you out, Kiran? Could it blow away the smoke that clouds your mind, sometimes? Tentant de chasser la litanie. (myfaultmyfaultmyfault).
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Mar 24 Mar 2020 - 19:47
« Not that good at spells, » souffle Finn, et une bouffée d'affection gonfle à nouveau le coeur de Kiran. Oh, Finn, you underestimate yourself so much. Kiran est persuadé que l'une des raisons pour laquelle le jeune homme n'arrive pas à lancer de sorts trop complexes est principalement parce qu'il n'a pas assez confiance en lui-même lorsqu'il essaye - et jamais Kiran ne le jugerait pour cela. Chacun ses points forts, chacun ses difficultés. To each their own. Le jeune indien a toujours été là pour le voir grandir, devenir le jeune homme qu'il est aujourd'hui, plus fort qu'hier et bien moins que demain.((shy boy to whom he's been drawn from the very beginning, sat alone at the Ravenclaw table ; so small on the grown yet such a long, tall wingspan when he flies in the sky. fascination ever since the first day ; Kiran became his shadow, little ghost following him in every secret corner of the castle - and then his friend, his best friend, having the privilege of watching him grow into the man he is))
« It's alright. Spells hold onto our intention and our magic ; runes only hold onto our intention, and create their own magic. You should be alright, birdie. » Il n'y a aucun doute dans la voix de Kiran ; les runes sont telles qu'elles fonctionnent parfois même dans le monde moldu, chez certains moldus curieux de ces symboles ; Finn n'aura sans nulle doute aucune difficulté à créer des runes puissantes, en les combinant - et son esprit scientifiques et méthodique n'aura aucun mal à dessiner, graver, écrire des séries de runes splendides. Kiran lui-même n'est peut-être pas le meilleur en ce qui concerne le fait de combiner des runes - il se serre de ces éléments magiques principalement dans la divination, mais... Il ne devrait pas avoir de mal à donner un coup de main à son ami, s'il le demande.
Une rune celtique tracée sur son bras - Health, reconnaît-il vaguement, et encore une fois cela ne manque pas de l'attendrir. « Think they can cure shyness? » Ce simple aveux prouve à Kiran que Finn a déjà, en lui, bien plus de courage qu'il n'y paraît. « Or illnesses? » ajoute-t-il ensuite, et il est vrai que Kiran n'y a jamais vraiment pensé. Mais maintenant qu'il y réfléchit, peut-être... Il lui offre un sourire, prend sa main dans la sienne et dessine sur sa paume une succession de runes : « Ansuz, the rune of communication. Isa, the rune of will. Gebo, rune of exchange, and Uruz, the rune of strength. I think... If you combine them into one rune, it could help you. » Et pour lui-même... « For me, maybe Dagaz, Uruz, Laguz and Wanjo ? I should try. Maybe if I get a tattoo of them... » Dagaz, l'équilibre ; Uruz, la force et la santé ; Laguz, les émotions, et Wanjo, l'harmonie. Ca vaudrait la peine d'essayer...
« I'm sure you'll find a great use of these, » dit-il, désignant la boîte et les parchemins. Kiran est certain que Finn saura trouver un bon usage de ces nouvelles connaissances, esprit curieux et scientifique qu'il a. I trust you.