Adrien continued casting his spells for the next few hours. When he put all his focus on his fingers, he could feel something trembling through them; when he focused on his arms, he felt that same pulse run underneath his skin. He understood he had to follow it upstream and find its well; but he could only catch brief glimpses of this flow with the corners of his senses, and it always faded before he could name it. He came to accept that. When he no longer considered his fingers and arms one at a time, no longer thought of himself as separate from his motions, his senses shifted to the weight of his body, to the space that was him; when he breathed, something would course from underneath him, towards his core - it sparkled away from his boundaries, yet ran solemn and silent within his body. As it moved upwards, it seemed also to pull him down - as if pinning him in place within himself, binding him to his skin and bones.