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eachdraidh2014-07-29 02:04 pm
noirant) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-29 02:04 pm
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[ Politics and wars are one thing, but magic is quite another; some thirsts aren't slaked so easily by squabbling imps and gaudy fabric. Knowledge is power, and power is every wizard's disease.
Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]
It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.
Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak.
Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.
[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]
Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.
Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]
It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.
Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak.
Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.
[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]
Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.
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These are curious, potentially dangerous things they're talking about, but danger's par for the course for her, honestly. It's not enough to dampen her spirits to the point that she's not a little charmed when he leans in like that. He's a little dramatic, but she can't say she minds that, not one bit, and she leans in kind, every bit the rapt audience.
She leans back and laces her fingers together before resting her chin on them, and in so doing it becomes apparent that she was never holding or wearing her locket. It could be hovering, but it could just be on a stand of some kind, too.]
What sort of working?
[Flora will absolutely not kill someone for their shard but she'd like to get her hands on one.]
There are a few potential problems with that, though. I don't dispute the existence of the shards, obviously, or the possibility that we could have been using them all this time somehow without knowing, but what if we haven't been? What if whatever usable power they have is still dormant? Perhaps there are certain conditions that must be met first, either just the one time or every time.
There needs to be away to isolate or at least discern that the shard's energy, and not the energies that we've all been used to. Normally, I.... [She breathes, her head dipping and brows knitting lightly together as she looks uncertain. Normally that's something that she should be able to do. That she can't isn't necessarily cause for alarm--she likes a good puzzle, and she will always always seek the truth and to understand things, but this may change or even upend everything she thought she knew about her life and magic.
Ah, but she's still speaking with someone isn't she? She looks up and puts a hand to her mouth before letting it fall to reveal a smile, one that's a little awkward and sheepish around the edges.]
Oh, pardon me. I let my mind wander for a moment.