( Her choice of landmark is, in itself, support to his argument about fancy girls in Kirkwall markets - what the fuck is 'vade mecum' when it's at home and how often, exactly, does she imagine he's had to read it that it's a useful clue - but he is an intelligent sort, and there were a bunch of Vs in it, and it's definitely going to be books.
Mages, in his limited experience, are nerds. So. Books. It follows.
He is right, too; the staff is one thing, when mages are increasingly visible these days, but it's the way that she holds herself, the sort of girl who greets a man who used to mind her as a toddler with a line like that girl is a Knight Enchanter of the Spire, Seoraj, hasn't she come over all prim. And murderous, likely, the world being what the world now is. He will always remember the sad, small thing that had come back from the woods without her da, as long as he lives -
So she might talk like a nob now, but when he picks her out in the crowd (reminds him of her mother, a little, bar the eyes) and when he's pretty sure he's got the right prissy shouty mage: hup. No real warning, just right up onto his shoulder, bum-first so he can perch her there casual as you like, folding his arm around her thighs to keep her steady- )
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Mages, in his limited experience, are nerds. So. Books. It follows.
He is right, too; the staff is one thing, when mages are increasingly visible these days, but it's the way that she holds herself, the sort of girl who greets a man who used to mind her as a toddler with a line like that girl is a Knight Enchanter of the Spire, Seoraj, hasn't she come over all prim. And murderous, likely, the world being what the world now is. He will always remember the sad, small thing that had come back from the woods without her da, as long as he lives -
So she might talk like a nob now, but when he picks her out in the crowd (reminds him of her mother, a little, bar the eyes) and when he's pretty sure he's got the right prissy shouty mage: hup. No real warning, just right up onto his shoulder, bum-first so he can perch her there casual as you like, folding his arm around her thighs to keep her steady- )
Oi, oi.