"Ah, that." That was the answer he'd needed as to whether or not the Cat knew what ley lines did to ghosts, and if giving that explanation would keep the Cat focused on the present, he was more than amenable to giving it, "That would be because I am. Likely will be for a while yet, enough so that the living will be able to see me even once we've left here. We've been here, five minutes now? Not yet ten. So maybe for a half hour, give or take. Ley lines, and I would imagine some other types of natural magics, are one of the few things that can make a ghost solid for a time, and one of the fewer still that doesn't hurt in the process."
Granted, Edwin knew his pain tolerance, and his understanding of what should cause pain was skewed, but he'd heard from others that this way was almost pleasant in comparison.
It was hard to say if he'd been planning on saying anything else on the matter, as the last droplet tracking down the Cat's elbow had filled the cup to the rim, just shy of being kept in place by surface tension alone, "There we are." His brows both lifted, regarding the cat, "There's not an incantation or anything? I've only got to feed the line?"
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Date: 2025-09-26 05:55 am (UTC)Granted, Edwin knew his pain tolerance, and his understanding of what should cause pain was skewed, but he'd heard from others that this way was almost pleasant in comparison.
It was hard to say if he'd been planning on saying anything else on the matter, as the last droplet tracking down the Cat's elbow had filled the cup to the rim, just shy of being kept in place by surface tension alone, "There we are." His brows both lifted, regarding the cat, "There's not an incantation or anything? I've only got to feed the line?"