"Oh, Gods. The gods are LAUGHING at me and my lack of eyelids." he spun away from me. His eyes glowed, and spinning spiral patterns began forming on the far wall. "Okay, now THIS is a process called cycling your mana, or spiraling your chi, or spinning. Think of it as dry cleaning for the soul."
"Dry cleaning?" I asked. I mean, I figured it was a process like goblin cold cooking. Take away the water...
Really? Okay, not just me, then.
"Ugh." Morgendramen said. "Look. Spin your energies around seven sticks, a minimum of seven times per stick. Pick off the bits of crud or other energies that appear. Do NOT use these sticks for multiple energies; get new mystic sticks."
"Now, as you do this, the bits will gunk together and mingle, so it's important to run those along their own set of sticks, plucking off threads and getting them to their own cycles."
Wow! Tonight the editor took thirty words off my word count. Not a sentence, but an entire idea. Not a competition; I know some ideas can be expressed with a single word.
Morgendraman had four different speeches, each starting with the cleaning of the soul. Instead, I started writing this and realized that a fifth conversation had to be done. Perhaps later... once Rhishi has had time to clean himself up.
As always, thank you for your ongoing readership; when I just want to throw the covers over my head and be done with the day, writing for you often keeps those covers away hours after I'm done.