„Well, I don’t think magic is easy at all“, Lucas replied as he remembered how much he had struggled to even open the most miniscule of voids. He also remembered all those endless discussions with Hadrian, about Morphing, about knights with wings and other bizarre things that you could possibly create with magic – if you were skilled enough. “It doesn’t feel like cheating to me either. Every little bit of it is hard, exhausting, dangerous work. Alvadas on the other hand seems easy to me. Everything in the city moves, and then there are illusions everywhere, and yet I don’t see mages that have overgiven anywhere. I wish I could make illusions!” His eyes shimmered brightly as he said this. If he had that kind of power, he would make Alvadas even crazier than it was now, and it was already very crazy to begin with!
“What’s it like where you come from, by the way?” he wanted to know. “I don’t know what the place is called … Eyktol? Or Ahnatep? I always confuse the two.” He looked a little embarrassed. “I’ve always been fascinated by your people if that isn’t obvious.” He actually blushed here. His cheeks turned a nice shade of pink that clashed a little with his Inarta-red hair. “I’ve even learned your language, but I’m not very good at it yet, so I’ll try not to speak Arumenic for your sake. It probably wouldn’t sound very pleasant.”
As Nephti told him that she wanted to know where Sayana was, he gathered the bones and then threw him again. The pattern in which they fell this time seemed odd to him, and the oracle didn’t make any sense to him at all even after he had consulted Master Anselm’s book and reread the paragraph in question and then read it a third time, just to be sure, and then he finally read it aloud to Nephi, in a very, very dramatic tone of voice.
“Shock brings success.
Shock comes – oh, oh!
Words of laughter – ha, ha!
Shock terrifies for a hundred miles,
And he does not let the sacrifical spoon and chalice fall.”
“You know Sayana”, he told her as he put the book down again and looked at the bones once more, furrowing his brow. “Does this tell you anything? Is she into religion?”
“What’s it like where you come from, by the way?” he wanted to know. “I don’t know what the place is called … Eyktol? Or Ahnatep? I always confuse the two.” He looked a little embarrassed. “I’ve always been fascinated by your people if that isn’t obvious.” He actually blushed here. His cheeks turned a nice shade of pink that clashed a little with his Inarta-red hair. “I’ve even learned your language, but I’m not very good at it yet, so I’ll try not to speak Arumenic for your sake. It probably wouldn’t sound very pleasant.”
As Nephti told him that she wanted to know where Sayana was, he gathered the bones and then threw him again. The pattern in which they fell this time seemed odd to him, and the oracle didn’t make any sense to him at all even after he had consulted Master Anselm’s book and reread the paragraph in question and then read it a third time, just to be sure, and then he finally read it aloud to Nephi, in a very, very dramatic tone of voice.
“Shock brings success.
Shock comes – oh, oh!
Words of laughter – ha, ha!
Shock terrifies for a hundred miles,
And he does not let the sacrifical spoon and chalice fall.”
“You know Sayana”, he told her as he put the book down again and looked at the bones once more, furrowing his brow. “Does this tell you anything? Is she into religion?”
