True to his prediction, Sypha does not sit. Rather, she paces back and forth in front of the squashy sofa, occasionally taking a lap around the low table for variety. She lets out a fullbellied "Hah!" at his coy slight at Speaker tradition, turning on her heel for another pass.
"I don't know how some of the uncles and aunties can still stick to that doctrine when we've had printing presses for four hundred years," she throws her hands up. "But what I really mean is, I expect you have journals. All sorts of journals." Her eyes blow wide. She turns to the man seated on the couch. "...at least four hundred years' worth of journals, oh!"
Now there's a trove. Any scholar of humanity would offer up their firstborn for a peek at that kind of ethnography. Sypha has to pause and take a deep breath and wrestle herself back from what feels like a bottomless tangent.
She'd demanded everything, but even everything has to start somewhere. Speaker magic is a logical point at which to enter this unknown landscape, to borrow Adrian's maps and see how she finds them. Sypha sinks down onto the table's edge, fingers tapping at her knees as she traces the uptick in witchburnings against her mental timeline of human history.
"...you know, I mentioned the printing press just now, but that overlaps with the more widespread trials. It makes sense that, as other methods of sharing useful information became available, magical assistance would be phased out in the face of greater danger."
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"I don't know how some of the uncles and aunties can still stick to that doctrine when we've had printing presses for four hundred years," she throws her hands up. "But what I really mean is, I expect you have journals. All sorts of journals." Her eyes blow wide. She turns to the man seated on the couch. "...at least four hundred years' worth of journals, oh!"
Now there's a trove. Any scholar of humanity would offer up their firstborn for a peek at that kind of ethnography. Sypha has to pause and take a deep breath and wrestle herself back from what feels like a bottomless tangent.
She'd demanded everything, but even everything has to start somewhere. Speaker magic is a logical point at which to enter this unknown landscape, to borrow Adrian's maps and see how she finds them. Sypha sinks down onto the table's edge, fingers tapping at her knees as she traces the uptick in witchburnings against her mental timeline of human history.
"...you know, I mentioned the printing press just now, but that overlaps with the more widespread trials. It makes sense that, as other methods of sharing useful information became available, magical assistance would be phased out in the face of greater danger."