There was the fiery spirit Merlin had been waiting for. Up to this point, Tomoe had seemed so calm, so well tempered. Finally his antics had broken through that layer of personality. He could sense her approach as clear as day, he could hear her feet drag through the sandy shores. The moderate gusts of wind blowing her attire around. And so, he let her place the steel on his shoulder; without moving at all, he felt the cold steel press down on him sending throughout body. But Merlin hadn't a care in the world; with his left hand he reached across his chest to gently place it on the blunt edge of the blade. He squeezed his fingers on the edge, running them up and down to feel the blade. "Now, now. I wouldn't be a very good teacher if I just gave all my students the answers..." And just as soon as the sword was pressed against his shoulder, so too would it vanish into the wind. Within moments of him saying this, Tomoe's blade's form would suddenly give way and transform, from tip to hilt, into the same sand that was beneath their feet. At that same moment, a gust would wind would suddenly rush through the island from the storm; it carried the sand from the blade backwards, throwing the sand at Tomoe's chest and face. It was clear the storm had intensified again.
Merlin cleared his throat and then turned to face Tomoe again. With his back now facing the wind, his long hair and robes would begin to blow toward her. "Come now, Daughter of the Surgebinders. I have such high hopes for you. Such reliance on chakra, reliance on the ethereal and the ephemeral will only provide temporary repose. Do you know what I love about humans? Well...I love many things about humans. Mainly their spirit.... But I also love their ingenuity. Their will to create, to build, and to innovate. That is sometimes all you need is a simple dream." He smiled warmly yet again, despite Tomoe's somewhat callous remarks. As he finished speaking, he waved his left hand slightly. Behind Tomoe the palm trees would begin to warp and reshape themselves. Their trunks bent downward unnaturally, yet almost as if they were formed of clay they refused to break. Rather they reshaped themselves with remarkable pliability. The palm fronds would interlock with each other, forming a suitable and durable roof that seemed to be able to resist the prevailing winds that had begun to pick up significantly. Within moments, the group of palm trees behind Tomoe had shaped themselves into a suitable hut. He motioned with his head for Tomoe to look behind her.
"You are right. You did not teleport yourself here. But, I did not summon you here either. I am Merlin, the Stargazer, the Dreamwalker, and Grand Caster. I am the greatest kingmaker to ever walk amongst humans, yet I am but a mere observer. It is not my place to interfere in Galahad's family any longer."What are the limits on its speed and audio/visual signs?