WHO: Simon, Myr, Kostos, and maybe a special guest WHAT: Collecting some vague number of phylacteries and one stray mage WHEN: Early Cloudreach 9:44 WHERE: Ansburg and the road there NOTES: Cw: sheep
For his part, Kostos considers the offers to bring Evrion along superfluous. Obviously he's coming with them. That's why he needs shoes. And it's everyone else's faults for not reading his mind to understand that's why he was asking, so when Kostos releases Evrion's wisp, he first twists to give Simon and Myr a baleful look that only one of them will see—the one he most wants to—before turning his attention back to the boy.
Young man. He's grown a lot. And there's no sign or memory of possession to be found in the wisp's limited consciousness. so Kostos' shoulders relax a small fraction, closer to their usual level of uncomfortable tension.
"Safekeeping," he says. "They are easy to misuse."
And for good cause, Myr silently appends, but doesn't say, picking up without knowing it on that dubious subtext. Not the best place for mages to be at all, though a mage who was bound and determined to make the best of where he'd been placed might ignore that for a time. Better to leave that. "Evrion," he echoes aloud, smile widening to hear it. "Like Our Lady's stepson. It's good to meet you, Evrion--Myrobalan Shivana, of Hasmal."
Not Hasmal Circle. It's a slip Myr doesn't notice now, but might have cause to later. He tips his head in Kostos' direction, sunnily oblivious to the glare, and nods for the other mage's explanation. "The Inquisition's had some trouble with them lately, that we mean to set right."
Sobering stuff. Stuff better not talked about in front of an apprentice who's only got the vaguest idea of the war, the Inquisition, and the Inquisition's troubles--especially when they're such mixed company. Myr continues blithely, "Ser, enchanter--we might do better to search the Circle if we split up."
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Young man. He's grown a lot. And there's no sign or memory of possession to be found in the wisp's limited consciousness. so Kostos' shoulders relax a small fraction, closer to their usual level of uncomfortable tension.
"Safekeeping," he says. "They are easy to misuse."
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And for good cause, Myr silently appends, but doesn't say, picking up without knowing it on that dubious subtext. Not the best place for mages to be at all, though a mage who was bound and determined to make the best of where he'd been placed might ignore that for a time. Better to leave that. "Evrion," he echoes aloud, smile widening to hear it. "Like Our Lady's stepson. It's good to meet you, Evrion--Myrobalan Shivana, of Hasmal."
Not Hasmal Circle. It's a slip Myr doesn't notice now, but might have cause to later. He tips his head in Kostos' direction, sunnily oblivious to the glare, and nods for the other mage's explanation. "The Inquisition's had some trouble with them lately, that we mean to set right."
Sobering stuff. Stuff better not talked about in front of an apprentice who's only got the vaguest idea of the war, the Inquisition, and the Inquisition's troubles--especially when they're such mixed company. Myr continues blithely, "Ser, enchanter--we might do better to search the Circle if we split up."