Bayvin looked at Raath a bit dumbfounded. Taking anythings soul was strickly dark magic in his world and Raath finding it so natural astounded him. "
I'm ok with not seeing these crystals." Bayvin said simply standing up. "
It's a pleasure to meet both of you but I want to follow my thread back to the field and find a way home." Bayvin said simply. He left the brilliant home and tied off his thread to a nearby tree. He now had a path from the field to Raath's home he could easily follow.
Bayvin dove back into the forest as Bob appeared to walk next to him. "
You did the right thing. The black is a drug, it eats away your soul and then controls you." Bob said sounding slightly proud of his pupil. "
He seemed like such a nice guy though." Bob nodded, walking through a tree. "
People of different worlds have different connections to magic allowing them to use it in different ways, and having it affecting them in different ways." Bob explained simply.
After an hour or so Bob disappeared again and Bayvin found himself falling on his back in the field of flowers watching the sky, sweaty and exhausted.