The use of the Eldar Weave can be divided into two areas of use:

- An internal part allows the weave that composes the world to directly influence the user's body.

- An external part allows the weave that composes the world to influence everything around the user

The weave has limits that Lenael did not explain to us, I wonder why?

In any case, the Eldar generally choose to focus on the internal or external weave. They don't have a Prism big enough for both uses, weaving in one direction or the other directly influences the Prism, changing it in part and making it less receptive to the other use (see Note on the Prism). I noticed a very big difference in skill between the Eldar users of Irvanon and Tuanon, do they hide their secrets from each other? Or is it a simple lack of talent, their Prism less powerful? They gather all their talent in the capital perhaps.

I haven't encountered any of the limitations in question yet, I can use both internal and external weaving quite easily, although with less skill for internal weaving (It's the opposite for Jonah, I need to talk to him about that!). However, Leila is unable to use the external weave, although she can push her internal weave so that her prism encompasses her body (a kind of Aura?) and therefore can influence what she wears (see the Note on the sock, yes it's real), luckily for Leila, she can use Dune Fallen to be able to weave some external weaves. Mustapha and Marie have mastered internal weaving, although, with less skill, it's a shame I can't see the finer parts of the internal weaving to see what they do differently (I can only see the main points if I concentrate a lot). Mat didn't want to answer my questions! (Maybe if I arranged a date with Zarune he would agree to answer me?!).

This means that I am well placed to try and create weaves that link the two weaves into a coherent whole. I wonder where my limits are?

I have many ideas on the matter, I look forward to !!!!

Note from Aurora, DO NOT TOUCH, I SEE YOU LEILA! (A very badly drawn portrait of Leila sticking her tongue out).

Preparing a ship to leave on a river route took time. Jonah was up early. He had taken the opportunity to go to the training ground to resume the training he had interrupted yesterday. Mustapha had come to tell him that Mat was back and that he had come home in such a state that he had forced him to run to their flat. Jonah winced at the memory of his conversation, albeit brief, with Mat. He could understand being a little upset after being attacked, but was it necessary to be so aggressive?

Anyway, Jonah was upset by this situation, his worst fears had come true. Unaware of where Leila and Aurora had gone, he could only wait for them to return with anticipation and concern. Fortunately, there was more fear than harm, more fear for him.

In any case, the rest of the day passed calmly, and when Jonah heard about their departure the next day he was glad. Even if it brought him even closer to a war zone, at least on a boat in the middle of a river they would be safe. The size of the river was really big in Jonah's eyes. The Tuanon River was insanely large in width. Jonah should have known better, with the size of the trees in the area, he should have known better than to imagine things with his eyes, the Eldar did not have the same perception of size as he did.

In any case, after two hours of training, their ship still not present Jonah became impatient, Leila had then jumped up from the chair, where she was sitting playing with Mustapha, the local chess, apparently remembering something. She had left in a hurry for the city, refusing Jonah to accompany her, a story about a sock? He was worried that the men from the minor houses of the Living Lights would try something again, but Leila was not very receptive to his arguments. He hesitated to follow her discreetly all the same, but the look she gave him made him realise that she had found him out, so he reluctantly gave up the idea. Jonah stopped himself before stamping his foot in frustration and went to talk to the two Eldar officers of Zarune who were guarding their door.

- When are we leaving, Imoen?

The Eldar in question, obviously unhappy at finding herself guarding a door, gave him a scathing look.

- When the ship is ready.

- Wasn't it supposed to be ready in the morning? It's almost morning end.

- So it's still morning.

- Don't play with words! You know what I mean.

- Patience, Human, you know that word?

Not wanting to get angry with her, Jonah glanced at Imoen's colleague for support. The latter moved his eyes a little, in what would be a gesture of intense exasperation for a human.

- The Shards are delaying the departure, they've given us a ship loaded with goods, which will only delay us further if we use it as is. Dereur has gone to make sure the hold is empty.

- When will he be ready?

The Eldar shrugs.

- Soon.

Jonah closed his eyes and resigned himself. It was less than an hour later that they were picked up, Leila still hadn't returned, Jonah was worried, it was becoming a habit for him. He was assured that she would join them on the way, which was true, and on the way to the port, Jonah saw her arrive, chatting with Imoran nonchalantly. Shortly afterwards the humans boarded their future transport for the next few days.

Zarune arrived in the meantime, like all Eldar she was not very expressive, but the broad steps of her stride were enough to describe her annoyance, as was the retinue of Eldar who had to trot along behind her so as not to get left behind. Expediting the customary farewells, she quickly climbed the ramp to the ship and announced the departure.

He was given a cramped cabin that he had to share with Mustapha and Mat, so Jonah preferred to spend the rest of his time on the deck, which once cleared allowed him to train with the Eldar, alone, when they were meditating, and even with Mat and Leila when they were feeling in a particularly good mood, frankly those two...

The next two days, though boring, passed quickly, between training, talking to Aurora about weaving and meditating. The only notable moment was his discussion with Zarune.

- What was the end of this story?

Zarune was on the bow, looking at the horizon, when she heard Jonah's question she turned to him.

- Disappointing.

- How so?

- The Living Lights did a good job of covering their tracks it's not even sure it was them.

- And the men you caught?

- Simple knives for sale, the dregs of Tuanon," she said scornfully. They were paid to attack you. They weren't smart enough to realise how stupid it was or to ask questions about where the money came from.

- So it's not over.

- It will never be over Jonah, for humans of your ability there will always be people who want to use you. It's up to you to become strong and smart enough to start using others. And even then you'll still be caught up in the intrigues of those below you, you'll just have more room to manoeuvre to push them in a direction that's favourable to you.

With these last words, she turned away from him, staring again at the horizon. Jonah did the same, immersed in his thoughts.

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This time of waiting on the boat at least allowed him to reflect on some of the ideas he'd had about weaving during his trip. His mastery of augmentation went in a different direction than Leila's, while she focused on increasing her agility, speed of action and explosive power, Jonah preferred a more balanced weave. By spreading his weave more evenly he could make himself tougher, yet still, be strong enough to break his opponents' guard. His weapon was strong enough that it could withstand his blows without the need to weave around it to protect it. The advantage of doing this was that he could save on the use of his Prism to use an external weave in his fights. Unfortunately, he couldn't put all his ideas on the matter into practice on the boat, the risk of damaging it was too great. After successfully weaving fire to cover the blade of his Svärdstav, he was firmly reprimanded by Zarune for almost setting the boat on fire.

At least Aurora was as aware as he was of the prospect of using an Augmentation and Evocation weave. And as he continued to practice, the shadow of a tree hiding the sun, Jonah was satisfied with his time on the boat.

- WYVERN!

Jonah turned and something crashed into the deck of the ship. Jonah heard a terrifying crack, the force of the impact made him jump up, or maybe it was the ship that had suddenly sunk into the water, he landed heavily on the deck. The young man's eyes widened, the creature was huge, almost as big as the ship, covered in feathers of many colours it stood on its two hind legs, two terrifying talons attached to its wings, a hooked beak that let out a venom that attacked the wood of the ship, the creature screamed.

- HIIIIYYA.

Jonah rose to his feet, weaving the increase, clutching his Svärdstav firmly in his right hand. An arrow has shot towards the monster's eye, the monster avoided having its eye pierced, but the arrow managed to sink in, more came and Jonah could see Zarune continuing to fire at a speed he would be unable to match. The rest of the Eldar had begun to attack as well.

Jonah took a quick look at the bridge, Mat who had been there just before the attack was no longer there. Did he fall in the water? Jonah is worried. Mustapha, Leila and Aurora had been in the hold of the boat shortly before. The Monster looked down, ignoring the many arrows he was covered with, Marie lying on the deck met his gaze, unable to react, making no sound.

Jonah screamed, and before he could think about it, he lunged at the creature, the force of his step shattering the slats of the deck. He skewered the wyvern in the side, weaving fire into his blade, the beast's natural prism thwarting his weaving before it could weave. Jonah swore, he should have done it before he impaled it.

The creature shrieked, and with a flick of its wings it pushed him away, Jonah landed on his back, before rising to his feet and meeting the monster's eyes. The monster spat with its beak open. A steaming green venom shot out of him. Jonah dodged it, a few droplets of venom managed to hit his left arm, burning through his armour and touching his skin. Jonah ignored the pain, hardened his skin with a strand of weave and then lunged at the monster again. An arrow hit the Wivern's right eye, blinding it, and with a scream of rage and pain, the creature flapped its wings once more. Anticipating the blow Jonah impaled his Svärdstav in the wood of the bridge to avoid being pushed back. Nevertheless, the creature did not wait for him to attack, it leaned forward, the boat sagging with its weight, the port side of the ship almost level with the river and soared into the sky.

Jonah heard Mary scream, the creature had her in the grip of its right leg. Jonah's eyes widened and as the ship lurched violently to starboard once the weight of the monster was gone, Jonah ran to port, using the lift of the ship he dashed into the sky. Holding his Svärdstav in both hands he stabbed it into the back of the wyvern that was still climbing towards the sky. The creature screamed, flapping its wings as it climbed higher and higher into the sky. Beaten by the wind Jonah clenched his jaw, with his left hand he grabbed the feathers of the monster trying not to fall.

The wyvern's feathers were greasy and slippery and Jonah couldn't hold on. Using his weapon to hold him against the beast, he hoped he had pushed it in far enough so that it wouldn't come off. He could still hear Marie screaming. Jonah breathed in and unbuckled the dagger attached to his hip, thrusting it hard into the wyvern's back. The creature screamed again, zigzagging between the huge trees of the emerald forest, screaming in fury. Determined Jonah managed to pull his Svärdstav from the monster's back, taking it to close the blade with his hand, he thrust it into the beast's back again, with his dagger he tried to get closer to the beast's head, his hands sticky with blood, his arms aching, the wyvern's venom still attacking his skin he had to concentrate some of his weaves so the venom wouldn't eat his arm.

Jonah could no longer hear Mary, he feared the worst. Yet he didn't stop, he kept getting closer to the monster's head. The wyvern crashed its back into one of the trees in the forest, almost hitting Jonah. Raising his sword spear high Jonah weaved fire, covering his blade he thrust it deep hoping to hit the wyvern's spine. This time the weave already made before entering the monster's body resisted.

The wyvern screamed and rose upright, Jonah grunted, raising his Svärdstav once more, he prepared to thrust it into its back once more. The creature rolled over, Jonah's blood-sticky left hand still holding his dagger slipped. Jonah fell. Screaming with rage he saw the wyvern move away. The ground was closing in fast and Jonah had to think quickly.

Concentrating Jonah weaved the wind to bend his fall, getting closer to one of the huge trees. Once he was close enough he thrust his weapon into the trunk of the tree to stop his fall. He cried out in pain as he came to an abrupt stop, his right shoulder taking the brunt of his fall.

Jonah breathed heavily, his body bruised, the wyvern's venom still trying to devour his left arm, and he let himself fall, digging his weapon into the tree trunk several times until he was close enough to the ground to land without too much difficulty.

He clumsily used his Svärdstav to remove the venom from the monster, scraping its skin, cutting some of it off and being careful not to hit a muscle. Gritting his teeth in pain Jonah opened his armour, tore off part of his shirt and bandaged his arms as best he could.

Hissing in pain he tied a knot in his bandage with his teeth. Only then did he allow himself to look around. As he thought, he didn't know where he was, he could be anywhere. Not having had the opportunity to check the direction the wyvern had taken while he was on its back Jonah didn't know if he was up or down the Tua River, nor on which side of the river he had fallen.

With the trees hiding the horizon he could not see the mountains of the Ride Dorsals, nor the position of the sun, and the sun not being able to penetrate the canopy he could not look where the moss was growing to tell him where the sun's rays were falling. Moreover, he had no food or water with him, apart from his armour and his torn shirt he had only his Svärdstav. His dagger was still stuck in the monster's back.

Jonah took a painful breath, he hoped Marie was alive, though he had his doubts. Not having heard her scream after a while, perhaps the creature had dropped her, hopefully, she had survived the fall. She wasn't good at augmentation general but she was competent enough in hardness augmentation, so with a little faith...

Jonah shook his head, he didn't hold out much hope on that, but he preferred that it to her getting sliced up by the wyvern's talons during her fight with the beast.

Digging through his mind to remember the maps of the Emerald Kingdom, he tried to think of a solution to his situation. It was unlikely that help would arrive, even if they thought he and Marie had survived.

Jonah looked at the tree he had used to avoid the fall, he was going to have to climb it wasn't he? To at least see where he stood. The forest was getting darker, and with the effort Jonah had made he didn't have the energy for another climb anyway. Deciding to take the night off, Jonah looked for a tree hollow large enough to hide from the forest dwellers, who he doubted would be very happy in the presence of a human. He had studied the bestiary of the Emerald Kingdom, and there were many dangerous things here.

If he was on the side of the mountains compared to the river, then his only chance of survival against the monsters whose territory it was would be to attract the attention of a dryad, and beg for her protection. If he was on the other side of the river he would have to try to find one of the Eldar villages, which would still be dangerous, with many beasts, but they would be rarer, and more easily avoidable, as the Eldar had better control of the forest on this part of the kingdom.

However, Jonah was not very optimistic, the wyverns preferred to nest in high, rocky ground, and the nearest mountains were on the side of the river which he where is not want to be. In fact, it's amazing that a wyvern would go hunting so far from its usual territory.

Jonah was glad he'd taken the time to study the creatures they were likely to encounter on their travels through the Emerald Kingdom. Irvanon's library was extensive on many subjects, too many for Jonah to have had time to peruse much of it. In fact, he noticed that the only subjects missing were what was happening in the North, in the former lands of the empire. The lands of the humans, and if such information existed Jonah had not had access to it.

With all these thoughts in mind Jonah tried to fall asleep, hugging his Svärdstav tightly.

After an unrefreshing night, Jonah got up and looked determinedly at the tree he was going to climb. Having only his Svärdstav, Jonah had to use it as a stake to drive into the bark, and then with the help of weaving of augmentation and strength, he dashed upwards, pulling his weapon out to drive it higher into the bark. It was no picnic, several times Jonah almost fell, and before he had even reached the halfway point of the tree he began to tire, his muscles still aching, his wound regularly reminding him of it and his Prism pulsing. Yet he did not stop. Once he reached the first branches he sighed with contentment. After taking time to rest he climbed up, the width of the branches making it easier to climb.

After a while, he finally passed the canopy and had a view of the sun. Jonah looked around and sighed in defeat. His hunch was right, he was on the wrong side of the Tuo River. The mountains in the distance mocking him Jonah made the difficult decision to leave. With a bit of luck, he would be able to use the size of the branches to travel from tree to tree and thus avoid some of the danger of the forest floor. He wasn't optimistic though, as the tree branches were thin at the end and he would have to jump a long way to reach the branch of another tree. At least it was worth a try.