Wiles and flies and walls… Frankly his figurative speech was confusing to her but she got the gist of his meaning. That he knew she was trying to toy with him and had put up the walls on purpose. When he spoke of seeking challenges as being foolish, Sayana narrowed her eyes at him but didn’t interrupt. His conclusion that she challenged herself in order to grow, was insightful and rather accurate. But only mostly accurate. The rush of riding a galloping horse or leaping from rooftop to rooftop was purely exhilarating on its own. It was those moments that she sought when challenging herself, and those moments that didn’t require the promise of growth to make them worthwhile.
The Eypharian couldn’t help but chuckle as Clyde when on to speaking of half-truths, lies, partial truths, false modesty, and evasion. At no point did he specifically call her out on something but he seemed well aware that her words were a mix of this and that. In an odd way it was rather flattering that he managed to notice what many did not spot. And even though she didn’t comment on any of his assertions, her expression was clearly amused as if playing some intricate game.
As he discussed the details of their exchange of magic and began talking about an oath, or a ‘grand oath’, Sayana’s attention wavered. It sounded silly, superficial, and something like a knight’s oath of honor. She instead strained to hear whether the storm was still in full force. There had been pounding of raindrops upon the small tent for the longest time, but sometime during their conversation it had lessened, and by a lot. She wasn’t even sure if it was raining at all anymore, and the winds had faded substantially.
“A grand oath? Is that something you speak before the gods themselves and should you dare break it, you will be smited where you stand?” Sayana asked with an unbelieving tone and more than just a hint of mocking. Perhaps it was a bad idea to turn her back to him at that very moment, but if the storm was over she wanted to get out of the cramped quarters so she was no longer indebted to his hospitality. She moved to the tent’s entrance and opened the flap to step outside.
“I didn’t take you for a mage knight, Clyde. Or someone who cared about symbolic oaths of the knighthood.” Sayana spoke, loud enough for him to hear should he remain inside the tent. It was certainly wet out and for a moment she thought she felt a few raindrops, but they were merely drips from the leaves above. It had been rather dark prior, but now Syna was peeking through the trees.
“Clyde, if you’re going to make me promise never to use hypnotism on you for any reason, you’ll have a pretty poor lesson. I can tell you of the intricacies of my art, but it is nothing compared to showing you. Besides, I would fully expect you to practice on me when you begin. Only then would I be able to tell you if you’re doing it right or not.”
She paused. She wasn’t sure if he’d really understand. He certainly had expressed his dislike for the magic when used upon him and yet he seemed to have the desire to learn it anyways. If she was good enough, that is. Her eyes wandered to the forest floor. There were pale pink things littering the wet ground, wiggling ever so slightly. She picked one up and watched as the worm squirmed in her finger tips.
“Clyde, have you ever gone fishing?” Her comment would have seemed out of place and she idly wondered if the patch of forest just happened to be infested by worms or if it had something to do with the storm.
“Tell you what, if it makes you feel that much better, I’ll take your oath. But you’ll have to tell me what it consists of. For example, I don’t plan on doing some ritual that involves eating a hundred worms.” With a grin she held up the worm in question, then tossed it to the forest floor.
The Eypharian couldn’t help but chuckle as Clyde when on to speaking of half-truths, lies, partial truths, false modesty, and evasion. At no point did he specifically call her out on something but he seemed well aware that her words were a mix of this and that. In an odd way it was rather flattering that he managed to notice what many did not spot. And even though she didn’t comment on any of his assertions, her expression was clearly amused as if playing some intricate game.
As he discussed the details of their exchange of magic and began talking about an oath, or a ‘grand oath’, Sayana’s attention wavered. It sounded silly, superficial, and something like a knight’s oath of honor. She instead strained to hear whether the storm was still in full force. There had been pounding of raindrops upon the small tent for the longest time, but sometime during their conversation it had lessened, and by a lot. She wasn’t even sure if it was raining at all anymore, and the winds had faded substantially.
“A grand oath? Is that something you speak before the gods themselves and should you dare break it, you will be smited where you stand?” Sayana asked with an unbelieving tone and more than just a hint of mocking. Perhaps it was a bad idea to turn her back to him at that very moment, but if the storm was over she wanted to get out of the cramped quarters so she was no longer indebted to his hospitality. She moved to the tent’s entrance and opened the flap to step outside.
“I didn’t take you for a mage knight, Clyde. Or someone who cared about symbolic oaths of the knighthood.” Sayana spoke, loud enough for him to hear should he remain inside the tent. It was certainly wet out and for a moment she thought she felt a few raindrops, but they were merely drips from the leaves above. It had been rather dark prior, but now Syna was peeking through the trees.
“Clyde, if you’re going to make me promise never to use hypnotism on you for any reason, you’ll have a pretty poor lesson. I can tell you of the intricacies of my art, but it is nothing compared to showing you. Besides, I would fully expect you to practice on me when you begin. Only then would I be able to tell you if you’re doing it right or not.”
She paused. She wasn’t sure if he’d really understand. He certainly had expressed his dislike for the magic when used upon him and yet he seemed to have the desire to learn it anyways. If she was good enough, that is. Her eyes wandered to the forest floor. There were pale pink things littering the wet ground, wiggling ever so slightly. She picked one up and watched as the worm squirmed in her finger tips.
“Clyde, have you ever gone fishing?” Her comment would have seemed out of place and she idly wondered if the patch of forest just happened to be infested by worms or if it had something to do with the storm.
“Tell you what, if it makes you feel that much better, I’ll take your oath. But you’ll have to tell me what it consists of. For example, I don’t plan on doing some ritual that involves eating a hundred worms.” With a grin she held up the worm in question, then tossed it to the forest floor.
Credit: Shimoje
