The nuit listened to the whole exchange, both of Miro and then the intervention of the familiar. Vick wasn’t coming, but the truth around the issue remained hazed. Rayage was quiet even after Miros final interjection in an attempt to change the subject. The fact that Miro would lie to her was alarming, but it came from a good place, a childish place. Miro was no kid, but he still acted like it sometimes. The other wizard respected her so much that he didn’t want to disappoint her with his failure most likely because of his blatant and rude actions.
Throughout the exchange between boy and familiar the wizard had been passively listening. Instead of having full concentration on the conversation between them she was more focused on the aura of the younger wizard. It rippled and shifted and changed, the faces twisting to a grimace before settling down. A sense of embarrassment washed over Rayage as she further connected with the aura, the color turning to a pink over the face of the wizard she was examining. The aura color, in spite of Miro’s lack of ability to blush, made him look so.
Even with his more grown up look Miro looked and felt like a kid in that instant. His face along with his aura showed it all. He had been caught in his own lie, but it wasn’t the lie that mattered. Rayage could forgive the little white lie as it was obvious the wizard was ashamed of it. Miro felt defeated by the truth. Now she needed to weigh her options. If she yelled at Miro when he was so very vulnerable it would only make him close up to her. If she supported him then it would only encourage his behavior of bending the truth. If Miro wanted to manipulate her, then he needs to best make sure his own familiar wont bust him. Then again, what was the ice creature motives for ‘telling the truth’?
All these questions she needed to consider. Blinking once she backed out of her casting. Her skill in auristics was not the best, and so she could hope not to get any more information from them this way. She needed to analyze what she saw and felt to make the course of action for them all. The entire situation was sticky and smelt funny. It was something that she didn’t like, especially from Miro. She had more confidence in him than that. The familiar wouldn’t betray Miro for nothing, and so the creature aimed to manipulate the situation as well.
”Miro,” the nuit began taking a step towards the wizard, ”look at me.” it sounded like an order, and with that a cold, undead hand would fall upon Miro’s shoulder, ”It’s ok.” she affirmed whether or not the mage would look at her.
Taking a moment to gather her words and thoughts, ”You don’t have to lie to me” another hand fell upon the unoccupied shoulder, ”We are a team, remember? If I cant trust you, then who can I trust?” The words coming from the undead alchemist sounded so foreign, it amazed her that she was even saying them.
”You are special, unique, a magical prodigy. You don’t need to lie to get your way. Why did you even tell such a story? What matters is that Master Vick will not be coming. I don’t care about the why or how.” She saw within him a lost and young boy. Although she told herself that she wouldn’t think of Miro as a child anymore, it was hard not to. The way he acted and behaved, a grown up child with massive destructive power… A scary thought indeed. She would rather imagine him as a grown man, but even now that picture is dissipating.
”Besides, it might be better this way.” She said letting go of Miro turning from him, keeping some of her deeper thoughts to herself. She didn’t need Miro overreacting to her overreaction which was why she decided not to chastise the young wizard. An upset Miro could endanger her life, ”We have much to prepare for. Forus is a capable wizard and can be quite dangerous in combat. Our supplies will be gathered in time, but what we cant lose is the chance to hone our magical abilities. Ive told you Miro that I don’t want to rely on your magical abilities alone, and so I want to be a stronger personal wizard. In the days to come, would you further instruct me in your magic?”
xThroughout the exchange between boy and familiar the wizard had been passively listening. Instead of having full concentration on the conversation between them she was more focused on the aura of the younger wizard. It rippled and shifted and changed, the faces twisting to a grimace before settling down. A sense of embarrassment washed over Rayage as she further connected with the aura, the color turning to a pink over the face of the wizard she was examining. The aura color, in spite of Miro’s lack of ability to blush, made him look so.
Even with his more grown up look Miro looked and felt like a kid in that instant. His face along with his aura showed it all. He had been caught in his own lie, but it wasn’t the lie that mattered. Rayage could forgive the little white lie as it was obvious the wizard was ashamed of it. Miro felt defeated by the truth. Now she needed to weigh her options. If she yelled at Miro when he was so very vulnerable it would only make him close up to her. If she supported him then it would only encourage his behavior of bending the truth. If Miro wanted to manipulate her, then he needs to best make sure his own familiar wont bust him. Then again, what was the ice creature motives for ‘telling the truth’?
All these questions she needed to consider. Blinking once she backed out of her casting. Her skill in auristics was not the best, and so she could hope not to get any more information from them this way. She needed to analyze what she saw and felt to make the course of action for them all. The entire situation was sticky and smelt funny. It was something that she didn’t like, especially from Miro. She had more confidence in him than that. The familiar wouldn’t betray Miro for nothing, and so the creature aimed to manipulate the situation as well.
”Miro,” the nuit began taking a step towards the wizard, ”look at me.” it sounded like an order, and with that a cold, undead hand would fall upon Miro’s shoulder, ”It’s ok.” she affirmed whether or not the mage would look at her.
Taking a moment to gather her words and thoughts, ”You don’t have to lie to me” another hand fell upon the unoccupied shoulder, ”We are a team, remember? If I cant trust you, then who can I trust?” The words coming from the undead alchemist sounded so foreign, it amazed her that she was even saying them.
”You are special, unique, a magical prodigy. You don’t need to lie to get your way. Why did you even tell such a story? What matters is that Master Vick will not be coming. I don’t care about the why or how.” She saw within him a lost and young boy. Although she told herself that she wouldn’t think of Miro as a child anymore, it was hard not to. The way he acted and behaved, a grown up child with massive destructive power… A scary thought indeed. She would rather imagine him as a grown man, but even now that picture is dissipating.
”Besides, it might be better this way.” She said letting go of Miro turning from him, keeping some of her deeper thoughts to herself. She didn’t need Miro overreacting to her overreaction which was why she decided not to chastise the young wizard. An upset Miro could endanger her life, ”We have much to prepare for. Forus is a capable wizard and can be quite dangerous in combat. Our supplies will be gathered in time, but what we cant lose is the chance to hone our magical abilities. Ive told you Miro that I don’t want to rely on your magical abilities alone, and so I want to be a stronger personal wizard. In the days to come, would you further instruct me in your magic?”
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