>Twitch. INTERRUPTIONSinterruptions....
>"Naturally."
>Assuming she lets us NOW, focus on that sensation.
>You twitch a little despite yourself. Could she interrupt you more times in a row if she
tried? ...please don't answer that.
>But you give a nonchalant reply. Murasa gives you a little nod and walks back onto the deck, closing the door to the cabin behind her. Blissfully, she does so without further comment.
>Now to get back to work. You take a moment to regather yourself, then raise your dowsing rods again and attempt to find that curious faint sensation. You feel the other traces of magic in the ship come into focus again as you slowly sweep your rods across the room. Now... where was it....?
>You frown slightly and your brow creases. Is it... gone? You redouble your efforts, tracing the ship with painstaking slowness and paying attention to every minute resonance that your senses can differentiate. For a moment, you think you may have had something, but then you lose it again among the background noise. Your attempt to relocate it is without success; if it even
was anything other than proverbial static, it was too little to be of any use.
>You keep this up for a few more minutes, but eventually are forced to grudgingly admit that you're simply not finding whatever it was you caught the first time; whether it's gone or was only a phantom in the first place, you can't be sure.