When he looks back over his shoulder, his attention has refocused completely. And at last, here's some glimmer of his usual habits. Eyes with a particular brightness, the way his mouth is gathered all tight as he thinks through this, sorts through all his best options for starting this conversation without sounding like too much of an idiot. He is going to start talking now, and only the appearance of the thing that they're tracking will shut him up. Maybe not even that.
First he makes a swift study of Lukas--like maybe some hints will make themselves plain, like now he'll be able to put together the truly interesting things about him. And he shouldn't care--he knows, already, that he shouldn't care--he stopped wanting titles and status when he was ten years of age, when he worked out that he was more likely to be made Tranquil than to swallow the lumps that come with status in the Circle, at least in his particular Circle--but then again, who really stops with wanting those things? When Matthias was a kid, he wanted to be some manner of knight. Never quite lost that one either.
There's nothing else for it. He has to ask. He lifts his chin in a little nod, and, trying to keep his tone casual, says, "So, what. You're a Knight-Enchanter, then?"
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When he looks back over his shoulder, his attention has refocused completely. And at last, here's some glimmer of his usual habits. Eyes with a particular brightness, the way his mouth is gathered all tight as he thinks through this, sorts through all his best options for starting this conversation without sounding like too much of an idiot. He is going to start talking now, and only the appearance of the thing that they're tracking will shut him up. Maybe not even that.
First he makes a swift study of Lukas--like maybe some hints will make themselves plain, like now he'll be able to put together the truly interesting things about him. And he shouldn't care--he knows, already, that he shouldn't care--he stopped wanting titles and status when he was ten years of age, when he worked out that he was more likely to be made Tranquil than to swallow the lumps that come with status in the Circle, at least in his particular Circle--but then again, who really stops with wanting those things? When Matthias was a kid, he wanted to be some manner of knight. Never quite lost that one either.
There's nothing else for it. He has to ask. He lifts his chin in a little nod, and, trying to keep his tone casual, says, "So, what. You're a Knight-Enchanter, then?"