Tinkerbell
Member
- Joined
- Aug 31, 2009
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Turkish
- Home Country
- Turkey
- Current Location
- Turkey
“Much.” Of course, all that tiredness had now been replaced by a weird jitteriness that had me shoving the blanket off my legs and standing up. “What does it feel like, doing healing magic?” I asked, moving away to stand near one of the big windows. The early morning sunlight sparkled on the dew-covered grass.
“What do you mean?”
Rubbing my hands up and down my arms like I was cold, I shrugged. “It seems like it would be super-draining, closing wounds and bringing people back from near death.”
“It’s actually kind of the opposite,” he said, getting up off the couch. “It’s like . . . touching electricity, I guess. You’re handling someone’s life energy, so it’s intense, yeah, but there’s like this charge from it.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about you ‘handling my life energy,’ Cal.”
He grinned, and I was taken aback at how different it made him look. Cal spent so much time being stoic and solemn that it was easy to forget he even had teeth. “I’ll buy you dinner first next time, I promise.”
Why he buys her dinner? What's the metaphor?
“What do you mean?”
Rubbing my hands up and down my arms like I was cold, I shrugged. “It seems like it would be super-draining, closing wounds and bringing people back from near death.”
“It’s actually kind of the opposite,” he said, getting up off the couch. “It’s like . . . touching electricity, I guess. You’re handling someone’s life energy, so it’s intense, yeah, but there’s like this charge from it.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about you ‘handling my life energy,’ Cal.”
He grinned, and I was taken aback at how different it made him look. Cal spent so much time being stoic and solemn that it was easy to forget he even had teeth. “I’ll buy you dinner first next time, I promise.”
Why he buys her dinner? What's the metaphor?