"Ron... how are we going with that?" Neveah asked, she hissed lowly as the mage's magic surged into her veins, leaving a sensation like the prickling of heated needles right underneath her skin.
It was unfamiliar and uncomfortable and Neveah had been forewarned about it.
The magic invading Neveah's veins was not enough to kickstart the procedure, it was just enough to test Neveah's compatibility with the mage's magic before any further invasion was approved.
Everon grunted beneath his breath from where he sat at the table, translating the scroll. "A moment."
He gestured for Tara to fetch him something which she quickly did before returning to stand by his side.
"Your internal constitution has completely adapted to its own kind of magic, magic of very ancient and unidentified roots. It will naturally reject mine."
