[Well, Robb thinks that as a good thing and he smiles broadly at her.]
Well, if I may say, you do not look twenty and eight.
[Robb nods again.]
Everyone deems them normal, yes. I know I should as well but it is difficult. Despite the knowledge they have given me they still feel foreign in my hands. [He bends his fingers a little as he says that.] It is. They know how to alter our thoughts... [He taps against it again.] And our abilities.
Anyone who thinks this is all fun and merrymaking finds themselves in the wrong.
[she smiles, and instead of explaining why she doesn't, just takes the compliment instead]
That is a sweet thing to say, thank you.
[there's something unsettling about that, that they can control them on a whim, mess with their thoughts and skills and - it reminds her of Kyriakos, and the scowl deepens]
Anyone who thinks this is all meant for fun is out of their bloody mind.
Well, puppets need to dance. So at the least make sure they dance in a fun way.
[Because that is all he is here. Some sort of pawn. And every thing he does has no purpose at all. It unsettles him greatly.]
It scares me to think that in modern ages...things like this...exist. [Still, to look at the sea is a pleasant thing. It has been a long time since he has seen it.] It feels unsafe.
[she wonders if maybe had they been both from a more modern time, this would make more sense, or they'd be less unsettled by it. But then again, she doubts the thought as well. Who wanted their entire lives on display? What sort of benefit would it serve outside of entertainment?]
It worries me as well, but we are not puppets, no matter how hard they try to make us seem that way. [she's been a puppet, in a sense. Tricked into doing things she regrets to this day]
Still, I would not know what to do about it. [He is not one for giving up or thinking about impossibilities. But to face the lords of Atroma he has to know about all the odd things that modern times have brought. And the concept of electricity is already strange enough. How a man has managed to capture lightning, it baffles him.] Not that I do not wish to. If I will get the chance I will act. [He mutters those words a little.]
There are just so many things you have to take into account...
Unfortunately, my past experience does not help in knowing what to do either. Not when they hide, like cowards. [the Echoes in Kyriakos hadn't hid themselves, but they were powerful; enough that for as much as she wanted to kill them, she had never been able to, and hadn't bothered trying.
She crosses her arms, lips pursed. It's a souring thought, being helpless again. She hates it]
I imagine if there is a chance, it will show itself. And those of us willing to take it will make it known to everyone.
Gods be good, this conversation is becoming rather gloomy, don’t you think? [He looks at her after saying that, a feint smile playing around his lips. The subject of the lords of Atroma never gets him very happy. If only, it only makes him more aware of how they might watch him now.]
I take it you are not from Westeros? [While asking that he hops backwards when a bigger wave comes for him. Yes, this is definitely going to result in a pair of wet breeches.]
[she can't help but smile back a little, inclining her head some] Just a bit, yes. Though I imagine it is more the topic, and not our moods. [because even if she could get fired up about the Atroma, she was still in a decent one, for once.
She doesn't mind backtracking, though, and she shakes his head]
I am not, no. I am from a country called Daear. Is that where you are from?
I think you are partially right. Still, talking about the lords of Atroma and their bloody antics does something negative to our moods, we cannot deny that.
[For a moment his smile is a bit of a pleased one, as if he has made a very right conclusion and the only thing he can do is being a little smug about it.]
I am not from Daear, my lady. But I do come from Westeros. [He figures that her world and his world are somewhat alike and that is the thing he finally says to her as well.]
That is certainly true. [maybe it was a testament to the progress she'd made with her anger and controlling it, that it was easier to simply change the subject and calm down some. Who knew, she sure didn't.
Westeros wasn't one she was familiar with and she tilts her head, curious]
They do seem similar, which is honestly a relief. Is there magic in your world too?
Ah . . . [that was a surprise to her, but then again, any world that didn't have magic surprised her]
That is where our worlds differ, then. We have swords and shields, but there is magic as well. [she lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers] I am a mage, as well as a swordsman.
[Robb feels a little antsy at her mentioning magic. Even though he knows he should embrace it properly, it still makes him feel uneasy.
It is something that cannot be explained, something he cannot put his fingers on.]
Then what cuts deeper? A sword, or a well aimed...spell?
[Doesn't magic seem to be the more powerful thing. If you can put the torch to a castle without lifting an arm or taking hold of a bow...just by saying a couple of words...]
[she tilts her head at his expression; that's a new one for her. She'd yet to find someone actually wary of magic, or at least uncertain of it. It's almost refreshing, in a way]
It depends upon one's enemy, and if they have magic on their side. But generally, I reserve my magic for those I don't wish a quick death for.
[OOC: wow, that first sentence in my earlier tag does not make any sense at all. I meant to say: “If the enemy does not know magic at all, all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their hearts stop beating.” English can be hard sometimes, sorry for that!]
But that is what it is, not? The ones that use magic would win regardless.
[At her offer he tenses a little. It has always been troublesome to accept things he cannot explain right off the bat.]
Um...very well, if you insist. [Still, he does take a couple of steps backwards, assuming that it could harm him.]
Not necessarily. Wizards are not generally known for anything besides their magic; they are not swordsmen, or men who use weapons. Even the greatest have their weaknesses, and weaknesses to magic at that. They merely have an advantage in one sense.
[she can't help but quirk a small smile as he steps back. For something she should be offended by, she finds a bit endearing instead.
She holds out her hand and concentrates, and a moment later a little ball of flame conjures into existence, floating above her palm]
Fire is my specialty, if I had to choose one. But all of my magic is of nature; I can move the ground, or freeze water, or make fire, like this.
(ENGLISH IS SUCH A HARD LANGUAGE I AGREE never apologize. ♥)
A spell is quicker than any sword. I do not think a swordsman would win from a sorcerer.
[He listens to her words and nods afterwards.]
If a man with a sword comes running at you all you have to do is make the ground move. If you are lucky he will fall onto his sword and he'll be over with.
[she raises her eyebrows, the small smile remaining. That may be the case elsewhere, but magic in her world isn't that powerful. There's rules to follow, things that must be done for it to be cast correctly. Words and actions.
The little flame in her hand remains, and she holds it out to him, as if she would hold anything else]
Mm, spells are quicker. It is why I prefer them in my native tongue; I cannot speak as quickly like this. But they are still weak to archers, or multiple swordsmen, or even another wizard. They are powerful, but not all-powerful.
[Robb thinks magic works that way. That it is more powerful than anything man can do. He has heard stories about how Renly came to a rather odd end. No sword could have defended him. Not the entire army of Mace Tyrell that he had besides him. None.
So he gazes at the flame and cocks his head while his eyes narrow.]
I would burn my hand. Or do you know a spell that could undo the burn?
[He does not take the flame, he just stares at it.]
[that's the simple way to put it. She's quickly learning that as familiar as magic is, even then all the different sorts are different to one another. She's never had to explain how it works, or why it does this or that, and yet here she's done it numerous times.
It's a nice change, she thinks. She loves talking about magic, and that people care enough to bother, whether it's out of interest or fear, well]
Magic can be seen as an - extension? - of a person's will. It does as it is commanded, just as a lord would command his men in battle.
So you control the flame and the damage it can do? That is the magic spell?
[He still looks at it with the wary eyes of a medieval farm boy, hesitant to move and even more hesitant to trust. She seems nice and probably is nice, but he does not know her well enough to trust her magic. Gods, he does not even trust the lady Granger’s magic and that has resulted in quite some difficulties.]
But that is not the same. [Robb shakes his head.] I am sure it is not. [Because he absolutely knows magic, absolute.] Magic is just for some people. I don’t think it has something to do with their will.
I control the flame and what it can harm. I cannot control what damage it does to what I do want it to touch.
[she feels like she's about to give a full on lesson about magic to this poor boy, and while she wouldn't mind, she doubts he wants to hear her go on and on about it. Nor does she want it to turn into an argument either, so she lets the spell fade to put him at ease]
It may not work that way in other worlds, no, but that is how it is in my world, depending upon the wizard or mage. [she makes a vague gesture] There is a difference between just casting a spell and controlling a spell. I have spent a great deal of time mastering my craft, which is why I have the control I do over spells like that. I cannot do that with all of my magic, though - just the fire spells.
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You seem much older than that. [she bites her lip on a grin] Twenty-eight. I will be twenty-nine near the year's end.
At least with maces and axes, there are ways to handle those. One must simply tolerate these, as though they are - normal.
[she blinks, before she scowls] That sort of thing is possible here as well? Bloody hell.
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Well, if I may say, you do not look twenty and eight.
[Robb nods again.]
Everyone deems them normal, yes. I know I should as well but it is difficult. Despite the knowledge they have given me they still feel foreign in my hands. [He bends his fingers a little as he says that.] It is. They know how to alter our thoughts... [He taps against it again.] And our abilities.
Anyone who thinks this is all fun and merrymaking finds themselves in the wrong.
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That is a sweet thing to say, thank you.
[there's something unsettling about that, that they can control them on a whim, mess with their thoughts and skills and - it reminds her of Kyriakos, and the scowl deepens]
Anyone who thinks this is all meant for fun is out of their bloody mind.
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Well, puppets need to dance. So at the least make sure they dance in a fun way.
[Because that is all he is here. Some sort of pawn. And every thing he does has no purpose at all. It unsettles him greatly.]
It scares me to think that in modern ages...things like this...exist. [Still, to look at the sea is a pleasant thing. It has been a long time since he has seen it.] It feels unsafe.
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It worries me as well, but we are not puppets, no matter how hard they try to make us seem that way. [she's been a puppet, in a sense. Tricked into doing things she regrets to this day]
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There are just so many things you have to take into account...
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She crosses her arms, lips pursed. It's a souring thought, being helpless again. She hates it]
I imagine if there is a chance, it will show itself. And those of us willing to take it will make it known to everyone.
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Gods be good, this conversation is becoming rather gloomy, don’t you think? [He looks at her after saying that, a feint smile playing around his lips. The subject of the lords of Atroma never gets him very happy. If only, it only makes him more aware of how they might watch him now.]
I take it you are not from Westeros? [While asking that he hops backwards when a bigger wave comes for him. Yes, this is definitely going to result in a pair of wet breeches.]
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She doesn't mind backtracking, though, and she shakes his head]
I am not, no. I am from a country called Daear. Is that where you are from?
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[For a moment his smile is a bit of a pleased one, as if he has made a very right conclusion and the only thing he can do is being a little smug about it.]
I am not from Daear, my lady. But I do come from Westeros. [He figures that her world and his world are somewhat alike and that is the thing he finally says to her as well.]
I think our worlds are quite alike.
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Westeros wasn't one she was familiar with and she tilts her head, curious]
They do seem similar, which is honestly a relief. Is there magic in your world too?
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Ah...no... There used to...if I have to believe the history books and the stories told by Old Nan. It is all swords and shields now.
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That is where our worlds differ, then. We have swords and shields, but there is magic as well. [she lifts her hand to wiggle her fingers] I am a mage, as well as a swordsman.
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It is something that cannot be explained, something he cannot put his fingers on.]
Then what cuts deeper? A sword, or a well aimed...spell?
[Doesn't magic seem to be the more powerful thing. If you can put the torch to a castle without lifting an arm or taking hold of a bow...just by saying a couple of words...]
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It depends upon one's enemy, and if they have magic on their side. But generally, I reserve my magic for those I don't wish a quick death for.
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If the enemy does not do magic all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their heart stop beating.
[A sigh.]
It is not a pleasant idea to be the one who is facing a sorcerer in battle.
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[that's . . . powerful magic, and magic she isn't capable of casting, were it to even exist in her world] That sounds like an unfair advantage.
That is not the sort of magic I cast. [a pause, and a considering look] Would you like to see? It will not harm you.
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“If the enemy does not know magic at all, all the sorcerer has to do is cast some sort of spell to make their hearts stop beating.” English can be hard sometimes, sorry for that!]
But that is what it is, not? The ones that use magic would win regardless.
[At her offer he tenses a little. It has always been troublesome to accept things he cannot explain right off the bat.]
Um...very well, if you insist. [Still, he does take a couple of steps backwards, assuming that it could harm him.]
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[she can't help but quirk a small smile as he steps back. For something she should be offended by, she finds a bit endearing instead.
She holds out her hand and concentrates, and a moment later a little ball of flame conjures into existence, floating above her palm]
Fire is my specialty, if I had to choose one. But all of my magic is of nature; I can move the ground, or freeze water, or make fire, like this.
(ENGLISH IS SUCH A HARD LANGUAGE I AGREE never apologize. ♥)
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A spell is quicker than any sword. I do not think a swordsman would win from a sorcerer.
[He listens to her words and nods afterwards.]
If a man with a sword comes running at you all you have to do is make the ground move. If you are lucky he will fall onto his sword and he'll be over with.
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The little flame in her hand remains, and she holds it out to him, as if she would hold anything else]
Mm, spells are quicker. It is why I prefer them in my native tongue; I cannot speak as quickly like this. But they are still weak to archers, or multiple swordsmen, or even another wizard. They are powerful, but not all-powerful.
Would you like to hold it?
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So he gazes at the flame and cocks his head while his eyes narrow.]
I would burn my hand. Or do you know a spell that could undo the burn?
[He does not take the flame, he just stares at it.]
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[that's the simple way to put it. She's quickly learning that as familiar as magic is, even then all the different sorts are different to one another. She's never had to explain how it works, or why it does this or that, and yet here she's done it numerous times.
It's a nice change, she thinks. She loves talking about magic, and that people care enough to bother, whether it's out of interest or fear, well]
Magic can be seen as an - extension? - of a person's will. It does as it is commanded, just as a lord would command his men in battle.
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[He still looks at it with the wary eyes of a medieval farm boy, hesitant to move and even more hesitant to trust. She seems nice and probably is nice, but he does not know her well enough to trust her magic. Gods, he does not even trust the lady Granger’s magic and that has resulted in quite some difficulties.]
But that is not the same. [Robb shakes his head.] I am sure it is not. [Because he absolutely knows magic, absolute.] Magic is just for some people. I don’t think it has something to do with their will.
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[she feels like she's about to give a full on lesson about magic to this poor boy, and while she wouldn't mind, she doubts he wants to hear her go on and on about it. Nor does she want it to turn into an argument either, so she lets the spell fade to put him at ease]
It may not work that way in other worlds, no, but that is how it is in my world, depending upon the wizard or mage. [she makes a vague gesture] There is a difference between just casting a spell and controlling a spell. I have spent a great deal of time mastering my craft, which is why I have the control I do over spells like that. I cannot do that with all of my magic, though - just the fire spells.
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