Open Talking about the elements. Not the weather fool. (Open)

[Bolivar]

Spring 76, 513 AV Location: Undeniable interests How nice was it for Syliras to have a place just for magic practitioners? It was completely appalling. “Works though.” Making light of the inner raging of the voice in his head Bolivar quietly listened and in turn ignored as he went about his business. They always warned you about the voices one would hear whispered into them when manipulating one's djed well past his or her limitations. Had they have a hypnotist give those thinking to learn a two week trial of this nonsense Bolivar doubted many would agree knowing that was what they had to deal with. Your actually a nutcase among reinmancers if you haven't noticed. Completely different and delusional in your own way. Rolling his eyes suddenly Bolivar tried to play off his sudden scoff as a sudden coughing fit realizing he reached his destination. Those on duty regarded him differently seeing Bolivar stop and give an awkward salute to each of them in turn. You haven't learn a thing from your ser patron have you? 'What's wrong with showing respect to they who deserve such reverence?' Don't you notice all the other drones going about their business without attracting attention to themselves? They give the knights quiet deference. I don't even think those posted outside are worth such respect. Glorified guardsman or watchmen at the most. 'You said it yourself I have my own way. I see thinks differently. What I saw were citizens contributing in whatever way they can.' Yea standing in place and raiding tavern wenches on their times off. Even that nice one I noticed you gawking at from afar. “Quiet you.” A startled face perked up at the sudden words. “Oh I did not realize I was rambling forgive me.” Chuckling slightly Bolivar rubbed his chin thoughtfully hiding a slight grin. For once his little outburst did not stir attention. After all they were at a bookstore. “Think nothing of it. Perchance do you know where I can books about the elements?” “Like the weather?” “Like the weather but not quite. I'm looking for something like it in a more feasible fashion.” Bringing up his right hand Bolivar brought to his attention the scarring in his hands to make obvious his point. Wide eyes and a slight sputtering answered him as the young man cut their conversation short. Watching him create a space between them Bolivar brought both of his hands up in mocking impression of the man. “Oooh scary. Such a boring reaction.” Looking around for someone else to talk to Bolivar brought his tongue to the roof of his tongue repeatedlty to make a tsk tsk sound in annoyance. Was there only truly a handful of people to talk to about djed?

[Leda]

It was not exactly a typical bookshop, if indeed one could call it that rather than a small emporia of bits and bobs, odds and ends. Leda was as happy to note that she might as well find a pretty gadget or an entertaining gimmick as easily as she might find an interesting book and the lack of any organisational system about the shop did not disturb her at all. There was something rather exciting about rummaging through a pile of books with their heavy layers of dust and she soon found a stack of leather bound volumes which she felt might be of more than a passing interest. Kneeling down in order to better make her way through it in relative comfort, picking up a book at a time, brushing away the dust and flicking through the pages, before depositing it onto another pile of her creation once done. There were a few books which she put aside though. After a couple of minutes, her first find was a large book bound in a dark burgundy leather stained brown in places with she knew not what, and across the front - in gold letters - the title: Tales of Wind Reach. Having only ever heard the name of the place and no more, she was increasingly curious as to what it might contain. To her great surprise and pleasure, she found that it was not purely a collection of stories, or rather it was but each one accompanied by a beautiful black and white engraving and a long footnote detailing the facts of what is described. Leda then had to put it to the side though she had not much money, and it was followed by a decidedly more useful book for her craft: 'The Fool' which explained all the nuances of this most puzzling of the tarot cards. Directly under this were a couple of magic books and, having no skill in any magical discipline, she passed over them very quickly (almost with shame at her lack of knowledge on the subject) depositing 'A guide to how Fire and Air may be used together in casting' with its slightly burnt cover and, 'Manipulation' which was a small, meagre book with tiny writing, to the top of her pile. As she was doing this, a couple of pressed flowers, clearly dried by someone between the pages of one of the two books dropped into her lap. She picked up one, light and purple and looked at it closer. It still smelled nice and she didn't know that a pressed flower could do so, though thinking about it, she supposed it must be the case.

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[Bolivar]

oocFont size is bordering on unreadable It doesn't even have to be personal magic. Honestly even world magic to get me out of this melancholy. Wondering what this store had in the way of glyphing Bolivar questioned the old store keeper about what he knew. "Just about as much as you." The reply caused the squire to raise an eyebrow in uncertainty. "What do you mean? You seem like a too much of a well learned type to know as much as me considering how old you are." Smiling lightly Dominac. That was his name. Dominac simply showed Bolivar a piece of his work startingly the young mage squire at his skill. "See what I mean?" Still distracted by the miraculous simple work Bolivar was skeptical but excited from the short lesson told by the man. "If that would work I can store Reinmancies of two. No, three elements into one scroll. Each with their own activation and timing. and..." Bolivar couldn't put in words the different applications the design of the glyph had. It was almost a general glyph for everything you might want in one's everyday life. "I do. It's all the same but coded and written up quite extensively." Rubbing his chin in appreciation Bolivar knew that he was being sold something gaudy at best but this was simply too exciting to not want. "I was actually also wondering if there were books on water reinmancy?" He had already seen books about mixing his djed but he would first need to understand how to guide the base elements first. "You sure you don't want to buy this glyph? I'll even add in some pictures of a hot humber I painted when I was 50 young." Scoffing at the slight jest Bolivar simply shook his head no in earnest knowing if he bought another glyph his pride as one would have been compromised. "You know I wouldn't want that. I want to be able to learn how to do that of my own accord and leisure. No no this book will have to do." Also adding in some extra supplies for glyphing Bolivar made it quite obvious that he wanted to practice his own technique with renewed vigor. Perhaps that was what the this Dominac Ariva wanted all along. Just buy the materials and learning subject like all low ranking magus. Noticing another in the store who was privy to their conversation Bolivar quickly readjusted. Watching the pair of eyes that the squire suddenly noticed Bolivar brought his hands up in the same mocking fashion as before. "Do I make you uncomfortable? Talking about the trades and secrets a reinmancer holds so freely? You know what you've heard. Tell me what exactly do you think about this exchange?"

[Leda]

Leda finally found the book she had been hoping for, without even knowing that she was looking for it. Large, brown leather, heavy with dust and the title barely visible: Auristics. After all, as a fortune teller, a skill in Auristry might be useful as it would give her greater knowledge of her client beyond the cards. She flicked through the pages, tucked both of the pressed flowers in between them and was about to stand up when she couldn't help listening to a conversation going on close behind her "Do I make you uncomfortable? Talking about the trades and secrets a reimancer holds so freely? You know what you've heard. Tell me what exactly do you think about this exchange?" It sounded aggressive and she could not help but smile at it. She flipped a few of her cards which she always had within reach and picked one, just for fun. The Chariot. Well, that made sense. With a light laugh, not paying any attention to the reply to the question, she stood up, but the instability of her position - her left knee tucked behind her right leg, kneeling down - meant that she immediately lost her balance and fell against the huge pile she had spent the last twenty minutes making. With a crash, the books all fell to the floor and everyone in the shop turned around, whether for a flickering moment or not, to see what the commotion was about. The books spread across the floor and one ended up finishing almost on the foot of the relatively short, dark-haired man she had heard earlier speaking about reimancy. She stood up gracefully, slowly, brushed off some of the dust which had settled on her clothes and went about picking the books up again. "Would you mind passing me that?" she asked the man with a light smile, indicating the book by his feet.

[Bolivar]

Eyes furrowed, lip set in a thin line and tilting his head down Bolivar regarded the stranger darkly. Getting discriminated he was fine with, being chided but getting made light of right when he was there? That was something Bolivar's was taught not to pardon. "Hey now that's just rude." Perhaps it was divine intervention that guided today's events as the woman made a fool of herself. Nearly bringing down a shelf with her floundering about the expression on Bolivar's face did not change. The mixed blood's eyes glowered down on Leda's suddenly ruffled form. This was not what he wanted at all. Had he wanted to hurt her Bolivar would have done that herself. No what he wanted was simpler though more difficult for Bolivar all the same. No the infraction from this human was still not addressed. Without moving turning his head Bolivar's eyes looked down at the intended item. "You mean this book?" Averting his gaze to his hand, Bolivar quietly fumed obviously still miffed at the deflected question. Anger had a way of clouding one's judgement Bolivar knew all to well as the mixed blood made a conscious effort to rub his thumb vigorously across his index finger. Soon enough something that looked wet started to rise from the squire's two fingers and soon his whole hand. Knowing fully well it was the res of his body Bolivar willed it to form itself as a liquid before letting gravity do what it did best. Drops upon drops of the ethereal fluid formed on his hand until it dripped down to the flower below him. A steady stream of his djed covered the book with it's properties as he looked back at Leda with an unamused expression. Suddenly res that puddled the squire's feet was willed to a gas and then a solid as Bolivar started transmuting the once opaque liquid that seeped under the book. A harsh wind formed as Bolivar brought up the res to rise up as it transformed. With more then enough force the book was flown up from it's resting position before dropping down for Bolivar to catch. "I'll ask you again. What exactly do you think about this exchange?" Having already glanced at the book's title, Bolivar brushed off any excess of dust that his little performance whipped onto his face. "I don't think your quite ready for personal magic yet."

[Leda]

Leda smiled lightly and straightened up, observing the man unabashedly. She was surprised by his reaction, but then again, the chariot. She supposed, tucking a mesh of hair back behind her ear, that might explain his aggressive behaviour. "What do I think? I'm not sure there is anything to think too much about. Should I be disturbed that you speak openly and freely of reimancy? I should not think so. The fact that you speak of it in daily conversation rather makes it seem less threatening. Anyway, I am a curious individual by nature, so I am not at all displeased that you speak so loudly. It saves me the bother of asking. As for whether or not I am ready for personal magical, I believe it is my prerogative to judge what I am or I am not ready for." She smiled again, biting back a little laugh at the expression on his face. "I apologise if you think me rude." She held out a hand for the book, raising an eyebrow as he used magic to collect it from the floor. Well, she supposed he wanted to practise, even if she thought it might have been easier to simply bend down and pick it up, "I am not usually, but you seemed so aggressive that I thought it would be better to feign I had not heard you." She paused before saying a little more boldly, "Do you always look so serious?" For he certainly did and though she generally found serious people to be genuine, she could not help but wonder at it.

[Bolivar]

Bolivar felt himself rear back at the long winded response from the stranger. "That does not make it any less serious human. Now your saying I speak loudly too?" Already Bolivar was finding his exchanges with the population appalling in their behavior. "Though if your learning how to use djed for the wrong reasons you'll find it more then a mere burden as you go along your day." They really should test out people with hypnotists before they learn how to use djed. Doing opposite of Leda, Bolivar drew his face up in a slight scowl deciding whether to hand over the text. "That's a start I suppose?" So you ignore the person that seems agitated when they speak directly at you? "Do you always talk so rude?" Handing the book over Bolivar tone started to sour with his mood. Not finding any merit in the simple question Bolivar simply withdrew himself from the conversation giving out an incredulous scoff. His emotions betrayed the notion though Bolivar went forth to once again confront the cause of his distress. "Sooner then you think there will be nothing. Your soul shall be measured and tossed into the cycle. Don't you think it would be easier along the way if you extended some common curtsy in how you act?" With a withheld tone Bolivar stopped himself trying to otherwise educate the Syliran. Pulling rank would teach nothing, the squire preferred others to reflect on their actions. Even if he would have to force the issue. "I don't suppose I can talk to you alone where it's just us?"

[Leda]

Leda noticed the way he spoke and, though she hadn't realised it before, the fact that he referred to himself as being non-human, which he looked to be wholly. He didn't seem to have the mannerisms of a Kelvic either, who she assumed with no small amount of prejudice, would prefer eating books to reading them. On that note, there was something dismissive in the way he said 'human' and it intrigued her. Did he not like humans? "For the wrong reasons? I do not remember mentioning my reasons. I do not even remember stating categorically that I was interested in using my djed." she smiled mischievously, "I could be interested in the dynamics and the theory without any of the physical. And I refuse to entertain the notion that I acted with any particular rudeness. I am a sinuous combination of extrovert and introvert. It makes speaking with strangers dreadfully complicated." She listened with amusement to his recitation on what sounded like her oncoming doom and suffering souls "I think my soul, infidel as it might prove to be, is better off than a large majority of people's. I apologise again if you found me discourteous but I have a tendency to act as I judge acceptable, usually quite whimsically and without second though, than how others judge acceptable." He was a strange man, Leda could not deny it, but all the best people she had ever known were rather strange and he intrigued her and she was quite happy to reply spiritedly to his questions, gloomy or accusatory as they might be. "I don't suppose I can talk to you alone where it's just us?" She was taken back by the question, which seemed contradictory to all his previous statements up until then. Was he going to make her try and see the error of her ways, insignificant errors as they might be? It seemed quite random and she knew to be wary of such requests. However, her natural curiosity expelled these notions that she should be wary of any danger. "If you promise not to cast judgement on me too harshly, then yes."

[Bolivar]

"I do not need to hear to know that it is most likely for the wrong reasons." If a harsh reaction was what only could be garnered from the pair's talking that was what Bolivar would use. Having someone speak of something that they know nothing of grated on Bolviar's nerves keeping the same body language throughout their discussion. "I shudder every time I hear someone or something mention a process OR a object OR art as simple. Doesn't leave me with much faith in what they know is reality and mere fancy. The two can be so easily misconstrued." Huffing slightly Bolivar chose not to make note of the his perception of failed reasoning on Leda's part any further. We always think ourselves as larger then life even when the obvious is before us. Delusional or not I'm not at all surprised that this is how this Syliran thinks. I would not be surprised if the whole of the castle thought similar. It's just... "Of course not. What do you have to say to the words 'I'm right and your wrong?"' Of course I'll judge you. Everyone does and everyone will go on their way not caring either way."

[Leda]

Leda listened to his reasoning good-naturedly before replying. "Yes, but the assumption that my reasons are the wrong ones could well be unfounded. In fact, it is wholly unfounded in this particular case, where you assume instead of inquiring, unless of course you read minds, which you do not appear to." Or you would be angrier than you are, she thought. After all, though she was far from finding his accusatory tone unpleasant, she thought he was being very proud and even irrational. Maybe he had a reason to act so, and she wouldn't scrutinise him further without knowing why, "One should not judge a person's character wholly without being in full possession of the facts, or at least in possession of some of them. Why, that would be reducing me and my behaviour to simple and I assure you, I can be as complex as any process or object or art." She crossed her arms with a smile. Leda did not mind his seeming disdain, but she could not help but find it a little uncalled for. "As for reality and fancy. I do not misunderstand or distort them. I'm far too cynical for that. However, I can see why other people do and why they seek to. Fancy can make reality so much more bearable." She observed him and his reaction keenly. She supposed he knew a lot of magic... of reimancy. He had demonstrated it after all and the way he spoke would be unforgivably hypocritical and pompous if he did not. "Maybe we do. Judgement and prejudice is all to do with being alive, but I reserve the right to request that you don't pass judgment too hastily. As for what I say to "I'm right and you're wrong". Well, I hardly believe in 'right' and 'wrong'. The world is not black and white and neither is the truth."