Date: 2023-08-03 04:02 pm (UTC)
a_better_man: (unsure)
From: [personal profile] a_better_man
No, it's nothing I've really felt before. But I've never channeled before here, and I do so little of the native magic...Just simple things that anyone can do if they can follow instructions.

[The sort of spells Mat thinks children can easily perform. It's not as though he's ever studied it, or sought spells out on his own. Only sometimes he helps out, and a mage hands him a spell. Why would he bother, when he has his own power? That doesn't involve memorizing anything.]

I do sort of wonder...

[Because he has thought about it. And his life. While most of it was terribly boring and uneventful, the last half a year or so before he'd come here had been anything but. And there's something he thinks might, perhaps, be effecting his abilities.]

Before I was here, I had a little...incident. I was possessed by dark magic, it...got inside me, fed on me, on my strength. For a long time.

Date: 2023-08-08 12:02 am (UTC)
a_better_man: (tired)
From: [personal profile] a_better_man
[Mat barks a short little laugh.]

Then consider my first lesson well passed, my body was certainly corrupted.

[That had been the first time, and he can't believe he has to make that distinction. He rakes his hands through his hair and shakes his head.]

I don't even really remember those months. I remember...being sick. Sicker than I've ever been in my life. And voices. There were voices. Inside.

[Not that he can remember anything they'd said. Or if anything actually had been said, or if it had been whispers in the wind. Just mad muttering. So much is a blur.]

It's what clued folks into the fact I may...have the talent, so to speak. That sort of thing uses a person up in days, maybe a couple of weeks if they're lucky. I was months in its grips, it had something to feed on in me. Something big and powerful.

Date: 2023-08-18 06:38 pm (UTC)
a_better_man: (tired)
From: [personal profile] a_better_man
[Well, that does all sound reasonable and sensible. It makes perfect sense to Mat, he supposes, listening to Istredd's explanation. He can't really argue that his experience with the dagger hadn't fucked him up horribly.

But he hasn't the faintest idea what to do about it.]


How?

[What is he supposed to do to break through it? He knows all the things Istredd is saying. He knows he's safe - reasonably - here. That he's in a place that can handle any unexpected bursts out of him. But just knowing that doesn't seem to be doing any good.]

I really thought I'd gotten over being that afraid of my own power.

Date: 2023-08-22 06:30 pm (UTC)
a_better_man: (deep thoughts)
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[Mat trusts Istredd.

The man has brought him far, and has an easy and quiet approach that Mat appreciates. Very used to a much harder hand, a supportive and encouraging environment has done wonders for him. But still he's nervous. of course he is.

If he makes it through this block on his abilities, then what? Then he has all of this power, and he is in agreement with Moiraine-Sedai. He is not the sort of person who ought to have power. But he supposes that's for Thorne and his teachers to deal with.]


Alright.

[Something he feels good about. Well...he supposes that means ice. It's always come easiest to him, for reasons he couldn't begin to guess. This isn't about precision or showing off his fine control of his little spells, so he doesn't bother with that. He just concentrates, hands moving to help him, gathering molecules of water in the air into the empty center of the room. He goes slow and carefully, keeping his breathing steady.

Normally he only gathers a small bit of moisture, finding it difficult to do anything big. This time he doesn't stop. He keeps going, a squat column of water beginning to form.]


Starting to feel it a little.

Date: 2023-08-26 09:14 pm (UTC)
a_better_man: (disbelief)
From: [personal profile] a_better_man
[ It's such a strange feeling. Mat knows there's more power to call on, can feel it, but touching it...

It's fine. It's alright. Istredd is in control of everything. Nothing can go wrong. The worst that could happen is they both get drenched. He keeps repeating those sentiments to himself, convincing him of their truth.

Still, it's a struggle. He reaches to take it as Istredd instructs and it feels like too much. There's no smooth flowing, no easy handoff. Mat wrestles with with the weight of it, like a man trying to lift something too heavy for him. But he strains for it. He knows he can, he should be able to...

An audible groan escapes him. He's beginning to sweat. But he doesn't let go, and little by little he starts to take on some of what Istredd is gathering.

And still he doesn't let go.]

Date: 2023-09-02 10:05 pm (UTC)
a_better_man: (dark thoughts)
From: [personal profile] a_better_man
[There's a great deal of difference between his little ice sculptures and frozen patches and this. Even the feel of it, the physical strain. Like struggling to lift a too-heavy rock with bare hands. But a rock that's only a bit too heavy, one that rocks and teases as though it will be lifted.

Under it all, the old fears linger. That he, Mat Cauthon, could truly do anything of note, anything worthy of praise. That he, a fool and a coward, could ever even think to try and wield power like this. It's not for him. Whatever power in him is dark and vile and will use him instead. Like everything else, if he truly touches this power it will turn rotten and dangerous.

But Istredd's words cut through Mat's own insidious inner voice. The honest encouragement there. This man believes in him. All this time teaching him and Istredd believes in him. Fuck everyone who's called him useless or worthless or good for nothing. He'll show them.

Focusing on that, he does his best to follow the instructions. Reach for it. Grab that power he can feel, take it in his metaphorical hands and hold it fast. He calls on every little scrap of advice everyone has ever given him - breathing techniques, visualizations, clearing his mind of everything but the task at hand. His mind struggles against the idea, never easily quieted, but he tries to channel that, too, into his efforts.

With an audible cry of exertion, something clicks into place. Sheer force of will and spite and the push of earnestly offered encouragement and support tip something over. Mat takes the weight of the spell, holding the water himself.

At least until he can't hold on, and his control slips but not the strength of the magic.]


Oh shit!

[It's all Mat has time to get out before it all bursts, water exploding everywhere within the containment of Istredd's shielding.]

No worries!

Date: 2023-09-13 12:53 am (UTC)
a_better_man: (eager excitement)
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[Mat's stunned for a moment, sopping wet, his hair flat and plastered to his head. He'd done that. Him.

It's not the watery accident he's stunned over, but his initial success. He'd most certainly felt it. All that power, rushing through him like spring melt down the mountain. It's enough to humble even him into silence for a moment.

He manages to nod, ignoring that he's dripping from every limb - not to mention Istredd's in the same state - and that the room is now a mess. He'd made that mess. No, it wasn't the intention, but fuck it, he doesn't care. He felt the moment that dam gave way and he broke through whatever holds he'd placed on himself.]


Uh...sorry.

[He tries to be sheepish. It doesn't work very well.]

But I did it!