"Nor will there be. Emet-Selch has spoken thus on Light and Dark, and other mages. This star recognizes not the astral and umbral." Which frankly is really strange, like discovering a world simply doesn't have air; how did any of it function at all? How do they enhance their spellcraft, or mute the raw power of a magic in favor of detailed finesse? Light has its place - not generally in Lahabrea's work, but a place, and it doesn't surprise him that Elidibus might be toying with conjuring up that power. It was required for cure spells, was it not?

There's a point where as Elidibus speaks the words slowly become meaningless, a distortion of noise and inflection with no connection to an idea or object or thought, and with it a strange sensation in their bond, not unlike reaching for the next step down a flight of stairs and finding no step at all but a sudden forward lurch into emptiness.

Some distant, tenuously felt force of wrath rises, like fog on a lake. He closes his eyes, hands still on the chunk of stone.

The disconcerting weightless feeling ends as suddenly as it began, and as if there had been nothing at all, he resumes chipping, the sounds resolving into words about feeling rushed. "I wonder why." Nothing comes to mind for what might cause a feeling of being harried. "We .. you do have forever. All will see to its place, in time. Mastery of this star, of its crippled skills. How long has it been since any of us have walked under an unfamiliar sky, with unknown rules and demands?"