He could say no. It's a ludicrous request, yet a balloon of inexplicable certainty fills Sypha's chest, buoys her up as she grins like a madwoman. His desire to say yes is as real as the attraction she feels for him, whatever that may mean.
But his first response throws her off a bit, an unexpected tangent and a deep dive through her own mental catalogue of Speaker knowledge. Sypha sinks back onto her heels, eyes flitting up and to the left as she flips through it.
"I've heard of them, but like so many other things the term 'magician' was thought to be a little metaphorical. Something the rooted folk made up for herbalists or wisewomen." Superstitious peasants mistaking an understanding of basic hygiene and astronomy for magic.
The implication does not take long to sink in. "Are you...are you suggesting they could wield real magic?" Her fingers tighten around his collar, accidentally exposing a generous slice of neck and chest. Her attention dips down for a moment, then fractures as she uncurls her grip and clears her throat.
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But his first response throws her off a bit, an unexpected tangent and a deep dive through her own mental catalogue of Speaker knowledge. Sypha sinks back onto her heels, eyes flitting up and to the left as she flips through it.
"I've heard of them, but like so many other things the term 'magician' was thought to be a little metaphorical. Something the rooted folk made up for herbalists or wisewomen." Superstitious peasants mistaking an understanding of basic hygiene and astronomy for magic.
The implication does not take long to sink in. "Are you...are you suggesting they could wield real magic?" Her fingers tighten around his collar, accidentally exposing a generous slice of neck and chest. Her attention dips down for a moment, then fractures as she uncurls her grip and clears her throat.