[ Part of her attention keeps drifting in quick fleeting glimpses to her elbow, and Strange glances down, but thereβs nothing there as far as he can tell. Nothing out of the ordinary; the magebane has done its job, whatever the job was. Instead, he meets Ennarisβ trepidatious eye, his own expression steady and level.
It comes upon me suddenly, and is destructive. Why are there so many rifters like this— ]
What sort of βcoming upon youβ?
[ It pings some distant concern, a recollection, a faint unease in his gut. This, too, familiar. Wanda wrestling with new unmanageable powers outside of her control— He needs to ask. ]
[ it's an entirely fair question, and it deserves an answer... but ness doesn't have to like giving it. she pouts a little, taps her nails against the desk, huffs... and takes a deep breath. ]
There are these... tendrils. Like tentacles, but they don't have suckers or anything. They come out of my anchor and try to batter at everything around me within reach. It doesn't last very long, but you can imagine, if there's anything precious around, it's a problem.
[ she shrugs a little, and looks at stephen out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his response. ]
[ Sheβs tiptoeing over eggshells waiting to see what the manβs reaction will be, but what comes out is perhaps decidedly unexpected and unfazed: ]
Oh, is that all? Tentacles?
[ Not dismissive, but at ease; Strangeβs shoulders loosen as he leans back in his chair again, body language relaxing. He had tensed up a little without even realising it. ]
I used to have a few spells which would summonβ¦ well, yeah, tendrils. Beasts. Serpents. The Vipers of Valtorr spawning out of my arms and multiplying as theyβre cut down.
If this particular development is new to you and youβre unaccustomed to its use, you should practice. [ An offer, off-hand: ] We could practice.
[ well that's certainly not the reaction ness was expecting. there's a part of her that considers being angry about it, and her brow furrows in anticipation of the annoyance that she thinks she should feel, but isn't it better for him not to consider it a problem? she purses her lips, considers...
and lets herself smile, instead. ]
Well, it sounds much less dire when you say it. Nothing multiplies, so I suppose I have that going for me.
[ practice. does she want to practice? ness actually thinks about it, chewing her lip a little, scrunching her nose. ]
I don't think I'm ready for that, [ she admits. ] I have so much to learn still about Thedas, a whole life to start building from scratch... I don't think I can dedicate myself properly to any of my pursuits if I spread myself too thin.
[ it's not a lie, is the thing, not even close. she really does believe that it's better for her to get acquainted with thedas first, if she has a choice in the two. it helps, also, that magic is scary and weird and she'd rather pretend she can avoid it for as long as possible. ]
When I'm ready, though, if the offer is still good, I can come to you? If that'd be alright?
[ At first, he almost pushes. This is a man who has pushed at every obstacle placed in front of him, who had very much pushed himself far too hard when he was first learning magic, and nine times out of ten would bite off more than he can actually chew,
but faced with a little more restraint, he tips a shoulder into a half-shrug. Itβs no skin off his back if Ennaris doesnβt want to jumpstart some lessons just yet; itβs less work for him, in fact. ]
Of course. At your leisure, [ Strange says warmly. Sheβll come around if-when she needs to. ] I donβt have Enchanter in my title, but my doorβs open regardless.
[ that he doesn't push means ness will actually seek him out eventually. her smile brightens, and she nods. ]
I appreciate that, Doctor, sincerely. As soon as I have my feet under me, you'll find me at your door.
[ and with that, she pulls her books closer again, ready to get back to studying history and geopolitics and privately railing against the various propaganda machines of thedas. ]
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It comes upon me suddenly, and is destructive. Why are there so many rifters like this— ]
What sort of βcoming upon youβ?
[ It pings some distant concern, a recollection, a faint unease in his gut. This, too, familiar. Wanda wrestling with new unmanageable powers outside of her control— He needs to ask. ]
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[ it's an entirely fair question, and it deserves an answer... but ness doesn't have to like giving it. she pouts a little, taps her nails against the desk, huffs... and takes a deep breath. ]
There are these... tendrils. Like tentacles, but they don't have suckers or anything. They come out of my anchor and try to batter at everything around me within reach. It doesn't last very long, but you can imagine, if there's anything precious around, it's a problem.
[ she shrugs a little, and looks at stephen out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his response. ]
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Oh, is that all? Tentacles?
[ Not dismissive, but at ease; Strangeβs shoulders loosen as he leans back in his chair again, body language relaxing. He had tensed up a little without even realising it. ]
I used to have a few spells which would summonβ¦ well, yeah, tendrils. Beasts. Serpents. The Vipers of Valtorr spawning out of my arms and multiplying as theyβre cut down.
If this particular development is new to you and youβre unaccustomed to its use, you should practice. [ An offer, off-hand: ] We could practice.
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[ well that's certainly not the reaction ness was expecting. there's a part of her that considers being angry about it, and her brow furrows in anticipation of the annoyance that she thinks she should feel, but isn't it better for him not to consider it a problem? she purses her lips, considers...
and lets herself smile, instead. ]
Well, it sounds much less dire when you say it. Nothing multiplies, so I suppose I have that going for me.
[ practice. does she want to practice? ness actually thinks about it, chewing her lip a little, scrunching her nose. ]
I don't think I'm ready for that, [ she admits. ] I have so much to learn still about Thedas, a whole life to start building from scratch... I don't think I can dedicate myself properly to any of my pursuits if I spread myself too thin.
[ it's not a lie, is the thing, not even close. she really does believe that it's better for her to get acquainted with thedas first, if she has a choice in the two. it helps, also, that magic is scary and weird and she'd rather pretend she can avoid it for as long as possible. ]
When I'm ready, though, if the offer is still good, I can come to you? If that'd be alright?
potential wrap or yrs to wrap?
but faced with a little more restraint, he tips a shoulder into a half-shrug. Itβs no skin off his back if Ennaris doesnβt want to jumpstart some lessons just yet; itβs less work for him, in fact. ]
Of course. At your leisure, [ Strange says warmly. Sheβll come around if-when she needs to. ] I donβt have Enchanter in my title, but my doorβs open regardless.
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[ that he doesn't push means ness will actually seek him out eventually. her smile brightens, and she nods. ]
I appreciate that, Doctor, sincerely. As soon as I have my feet under me, you'll find me at your door.
[ and with that, she pulls her books closer again, ready to get back to studying history and geopolitics and privately railing against the various propaganda machines of thedas. ]