Hadrian would have gladly philosophized about the nature of reality and illusion with Julius had he made his thoughts known, and waxed anthropological with his own theories about how the prevalence of illusion had shaped the culture of Alvadas. But perhaps that would have to wait for another day. "Initiation for the dandies," he agreed, "though someday if we should meet again, I might want some instruction in gadgeteering for the instruction I'll give you in reimancy, too." He blinked, chlorine blue eyes observing the disappearance of Julius' illusions, or at least one layer of illusion peeled back to reveal another? The 'real' version of Julius seemed a bit more comfortable to Hadrian, he was still mildly harried by the constant assault on the senses he had spent his whole life trusting. "I think I said," but sometimes he could not remember for he seemed to be saying it frequently when explaining himself, "that I'm more of an enchanter than a magecrafter, but I have begun to learn carving, gadgeteering, and metalworking. The gears will help until I can make my own, I'm sure. An accord of gentlemen," he agreed, putting out his hand to shake. "But perhaps we should repair to your home where your crying and thrashing won't upset anyone." |