“If there's a question buried in that somewhere,” she says, a little dry, “I think you answered it in asking.”
Ten years ago, this would have been terrifying — she would have reacted with panic, would have been furious, would not have heard Ness out and probably would have already been banging on Redvers Keen's door demanding he come do his job about it. Years of experience with what mages and rifters are capable of allow for a certain understanding that another person might not have, to wit: it's really hard to be intimidated by something that's so obviously embarrassing for the other person to be caught at.
Rifters have crossed Gwenaëlle's path with worse magic, worse attitudes and worse odds that they'd manage to only fuck over themselves and not everyone around them if unchecked. There's so much to be angry with in the world, so much that merits anger, it almost seems to baffle her that this even needs saying at all; that it should be as obvious to Ennaris as it is to her that she isn't whose anger or fear should be of most pressing concern.
“There's nothing productive about getting angry with you because you're going through some kind of fucked up magical puberty. I am extremely,” emphatically, a purposeful use of her own word back to her: “concerned about it. That's why we're having this conversation. If you don't handle it, we will have a different conversation.”
Give her a reason to be fucked off about it, and that conversation will be a lot less fun.
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Ten years ago, this would have been terrifying — she would have reacted with panic, would have been furious, would not have heard Ness out and probably would have already been banging on Redvers Keen's door demanding he come do his job about it. Years of experience with what mages and rifters are capable of allow for a certain understanding that another person might not have, to wit: it's really hard to be intimidated by something that's so obviously embarrassing for the other person to be caught at.
Rifters have crossed Gwenaëlle's path with worse magic, worse attitudes and worse odds that they'd manage to only fuck over themselves and not everyone around them if unchecked. There's so much to be angry with in the world, so much that merits anger, it almost seems to baffle her that this even needs saying at all; that it should be as obvious to Ennaris as it is to her that she isn't whose anger or fear should be of most pressing concern.
“There's nothing productive about getting angry with you because you're going through some kind of fucked up magical puberty. I am extremely,” emphatically, a purposeful use of her own word back to her: “concerned about it. That's why we're having this conversation. If you don't handle it, we will have a different conversation.”
Give her a reason to be fucked off about it, and that conversation will be a lot less fun.