[OPEN] Talk philosophy to me...

[lil_lion]

WHO: YOU and Anduin Wrynn.
WHAT: Priestly kinglet adjusting to life in Thedas.
WHEN: Kingsway.
WHERE: The Gallows (chapel, garden, etc.).
NOTES: Fine time(s) to meet him, or catch up if you haven't seen him in awhile. I am on the Discords, and DMs are fine if you want to suggest something else.

i. THE CHAPEL

Anduin had picked up just enough Common to get by, more or less. In this case, less; he managed to switch around some adverbs and arrived just as services were letting out at the central chapel. He makes a mental note to revise these little words, so easily tripped over, once he gets back to his room.

As he turns to leave, he notices many of the congregants returning small books to a case nearby. As they file out casually, Anduin walks over and thumbs through one. He smiles ruefully to himself. At least this time he's sure that the book is upright. A pensive expression settles on him as he encounters more and more unfamiliar words.

ii. THE GARDEN

As soon as Anduin wanders into the herb garden he knows he will be spending a lot of his time here. For the first time, he feels the tug of the familiar and contentment seems to draw close. The tidy parterres are arranged in perfect symmetry while the trees, well cared for, curve gracefully in contrast to the harsh edges of the neat rows below. He hunts around for somewhere to linger, a bench perhaps, even a patch of grass will do.

iii. WILDCARD.

Comments

[lil_lion]

"Oh," his brows bob in mild surprise at seeing someone address him, so suddenly and so close. "It's... uh... a bit slow going. Would be less so if I didn't have to skip over every other word," he smiles self-deprecatingly. It's really not that bad but it feels like it.

He stops to regard the woman properly. Is she an elf? He has met some native Thedan- Thedosian- elves but his mind seems to slide off the new information he takes in. They don't look that much like Azerothian elves at all.

[earthbones]

Humans are-- well they would protest, viciously, for hours, for days, were she to say that generally a human is a human is a human. Unremarkable beyond their irritating traits. Lorkhan who lurks in each and every one of them. Doom Drum beating with every damned thump of their hearts.

"They wrote their prayer in verse." She lifts a copy of her own, not with the reverent hand of the faithful but the careful touch of the fence, lightly does it. Her mouth curls up. "Better to have a true story to pass on where it lasts or carve it on the walls. What parts are you struggling with?"

If she'd had to learn another language here she might've gone mad. The customs are enough.

[lil_lion]

There are a lot of little gaps in comprehension, running from page to page, but he is certain that he could work those out next time he's in the library. He really should see about getting his own copy of this 'Chant' so he could make notes.

But there is one passage in particular, one that was pointed out to him soon after his arrival, which has been pressing him. He promptly turns to it.

"For example, in... Transfigurations.

Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.
Uhm... and corrupt are they
Who have taken His gift
And turned it against His children.
They shall be named 'Maleficar?' accursed ones.
They shall find no rest in this world
Or beyond."

He reads smoothly, but slowly. "What exactly is a maleficar? I don't have a word for such a thing in my own language."