Shaking himself from his own trance, he looked back up at her, “Sorry, I was considering ways to hide my work. My formula, yes. In this case, I have used simple letters to stand for the chargers and the subjects – when doing this, I use the simple rule of adding a number to the end of the subject as the product. Helps me keep track of what came from where. So with a subject of E, I get E1, from E1, I get E2, etcetera, etcetera... For this, it isn’t very important for me to come back to it, so letters work. When I have things more concrete, however, or something I plan to use again, I tend to use a more complex... something for each component. I have known animals, colours, plants, even gods to be used in place of items. Symbols are the most common, often using the aspects I’ve just mentioned. Things that represent, but not in a clear way.
“Perhaps, one day, I will teach you my code, I will teach you to understand the formulas I have created. Perhaps. It is often said that, after magic, the downfall of a wizard is always due to his apprentice. Greedy things, apprentices can be. They see their master’s work, and decide reaching their level is easiest when their master is gone and they can take their place. Perhaps if I trust you, I will.”
Alija shuddered at the thought of taking an apprentice to only have them stab you in the back. Smaug would have never done that to her, she reminded herself, thinking back to the days of her own shop and her own life in Nyka. She would have trusted him with secret blacksmithing techniques, if she knew them. He would never have killed for it.
Then again, magic was a whole other story. It was more powerful than blacksmithing, much rarer and more enticing. Something a lot more special, in most people’s eyes. The only few who would protest that would be those like Alija, who lived and breathed it.
There was a more important problem with magic that would make people kill for it. It made them mad.
But those were thoughts for another day. She wished to learn about alchemy, and his formula, and help, not hurt him. “Can you tell me what these mean, though? So I can answer your question? What is E1, what is F, what do you want from the outcome?”
Arios opened his mouth to speak, before being interrupted by a sharp rapping at the door to the lab. Alija looked over to it, wondering why they had chosen this moment to interrupt, before hurrying over and letting whoever stood behind the door in. A nuit, much older looking than Arios had ever been. The two looked at each other, before Arios rose to stand beside him, murmuring something she couldn’t make out.
“Alija, clean up this mess. We can continue afterwards, but I’ll be several bells.,” he commanded cooly, before leaving.
So his secrets hidden in the formula were lost. No matter. She had some spare bells, and she knew just what to do with them. |
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