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- He pulled threads from his cloak--it was beginning to get frayed at the bottom--and tied the straw into the shape of a small person, perhaps three inches high. He plucked a hair from one of his eyebrows, set it against the straw figure’s head, then reached into his boot and pulled out a brilliant red scarf.
- Then, Vasher Breathed.
- It flowed out of him, puffing into the air, translucent yet radiant, like the color of oil on water in the sun. Vasher felt it leave: BioChromatic Breath, scholars called it. Most people just called it Breath. Each person had one. Or, at least, that was how it usually went. One person, one Breath.
- Vasher had around fifty Breaths, just enough to reach the First Heightening. Having so few made him feel poor, though many would consider fifty Breaths to be a great treasure. Unfortunately, even Awakening a small figure made from organic material--using a piece of his own body as a focus--drained away some half of his Breaths.
- The little straw figure jerked, sucking in the Breath. In Vasher’s hand, half of the brilliant red scarf faded to grey. Vasher leaned down--imagining what he wanted the figure to do--and completed the final step of the process as he gave the Command.
- “Fetch keys,” he said.
- The straw figure stood and raised its single eyebrow toward Vasher.
- Vasher pointed toward the guard room. From it, he heard sudden shouts of surprise.
- Not much time, he thought.
- [...]
- The straw figure returned to his window. It carried a large ring of keys.
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