“The same is true for Tassia. Arcane magic is ordered and refined into distinct schools of study.”
Richard joins her, folding himself into the second seat with a creak and a very late glance aside to assure himself that there’s nothing scandalous that’s been left out on Loxley’s half of the room. All clear.
“The forces these mages brandish seem chaotic -- barely tamed. I would offer you ‘lemonade,’ but we just have the wine.”
It occurs to him late that he should be polite, in the off chance she’s a day drinker. He pauses, uncertain of how explicit he should make the offer. When was the last time he hosted a guest? A decade ago? His pupils are pinned a little too fine for the low light while he dithers over moving on, sharpened bones in his face the only lingering evidence of any true jungle suffering. The sun wasn’t able to get a firm grip on him in the way Wysteria has. By the elbow.
From the darkness pooled behind his collar, lamplight glimmers faint off of dark scales and the flicker of a tiny tongue.
“I studied arcane magic for a time, and had some very limited talent for manipulating it, but have not been able to replicate that willful resonance with the Fade. What other power I can still channel is reduced, both in scope and -- coherence.”
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Date: 2020-07-20 08:09 pm (UTC)Richard joins her, folding himself into the second seat with a creak and a very late glance aside to assure himself that there’s nothing scandalous that’s been left out on Loxley’s half of the room. All clear.
“The forces these mages brandish seem chaotic -- barely tamed. I would offer you ‘lemonade,’ but we just have the wine.”
It occurs to him late that he should be polite, in the off chance she’s a day drinker. He pauses, uncertain of how explicit he should make the offer. When was the last time he hosted a guest? A decade ago? His pupils are pinned a little too fine for the low light while he dithers over moving on, sharpened bones in his face the only lingering evidence of any true jungle suffering. The sun wasn’t able to get a firm grip on him in the way Wysteria has. By the elbow.
From the darkness pooled behind his collar, lamplight glimmers faint off of dark scales and the flicker of a tiny tongue.
“I studied arcane magic for a time, and had some very limited talent for manipulating it, but have not been able to replicate that willful resonance with the Fade. What other power I can still channel is reduced, both in scope and -- coherence.”