Xiah quirked a brow as the two men exchanged words, words he still could not understand. That would need to be rectified as soon as humanly possible. He did not enjoy being kept in the dark, even if the topics of discussion were no more interesting watching paint dry.
He didn’t quite startle when Elliot placed a hand on his back, but he couldn’t say he’d been expecting it either. And, he wasn’t certain, just then, if it bothered him at all. He was not a man accustomed to being led about, much less ordered. He did not want to set some sort of precedence the prince regent would come to expect.
But he didn’t feel inclined to linger in Cedric’s cell either, so stepped forward regardless, right through the tear and just barely out of Elliot’s reach.
He couldn’t say he was impressed with the show of magics; teleportation was—had been in his time at least—simple enough to learn. Youngling wizards and mages acquired the skill as one of the many firsts—usually for escape measures to ensure safety. Who knew how things were done now... whenever now was.
«I am,» was all he said of the magics finally as he gazed about the room, observing and taking in every curious thing. There was lighting... but he could not feel the usual power humming from any of it. He eyes narrowed at that, wondering if something were wrong with his ability to sense. But no... that wasn’t true. He could sense magic in the room, just not from the light sources.
He didn’t jump or turn around when Elliot shouted for someone named Eden; at least he assumed it was a name and not a command. This thought rolled around in his head as he stepped towards a window, brushed curtains aside, and looked out at the snow-covered exterior. He only looked towards Elliot, one hand on his hip, as the other man asked after him.
«First... I should like to know when it is I have awoken,» he said instead. «For a magic user of your caliber not to know of the Pages...» he mused aloud, lips quirking only slightly, looking back out the window. «Much time has passed, I imagine.» Then, perhaps, he would answer Elliot. That is—if—the other man told him what it was he wanted from him. «And then I shall require a book on your language.» Because that was going to drive him mad if not dealt with quickly.
He didn’t quite startle when Elliot placed a hand on his back, but he couldn’t say he’d been expecting it either. And, he wasn’t certain, just then, if it bothered him at all. He was not a man accustomed to being led about, much less ordered. He did not want to set some sort of precedence the prince regent would come to expect.
But he didn’t feel inclined to linger in Cedric’s cell either, so stepped forward regardless, right through the tear and just barely out of Elliot’s reach.
He couldn’t say he was impressed with the show of magics; teleportation was—had been in his time at least—simple enough to learn. Youngling wizards and mages acquired the skill as one of the many firsts—usually for escape measures to ensure safety. Who knew how things were done now... whenever now was.
«I am,» was all he said of the magics finally as he gazed about the room, observing and taking in every curious thing. There was lighting... but he could not feel the usual power humming from any of it. He eyes narrowed at that, wondering if something were wrong with his ability to sense. But no... that wasn’t true. He could sense magic in the room, just not from the light sources.
He didn’t jump or turn around when Elliot shouted for someone named Eden; at least he assumed it was a name and not a command. This thought rolled around in his head as he stepped towards a window, brushed curtains aside, and looked out at the snow-covered exterior. He only looked towards Elliot, one hand on his hip, as the other man asked after him.
«First... I should like to know when it is I have awoken,» he said instead. «For a magic user of your caliber not to know of the Pages...» he mused aloud, lips quirking only slightly, looking back out the window. «Much time has passed, I imagine.» Then, perhaps, he would answer Elliot. That is—if—the other man told him what it was he wanted from him. «And then I shall require a book on your language.» Because that was going to drive him mad if not dealt with quickly.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 08-24-2015, 03:05 PM
Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 08-24-2015, 04:11 PM
Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 08-26-2015, 12:01 PM
Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 08-26-2015, 03:12 PM
Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 09-13-2015, 02:46 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 11-21-2015, 02:52 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 01-02-2016, 07:06 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 01-16-2016, 05:30 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 08-10-2016, 11:33 AM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 09-14-2016, 03:37 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 09-29-2016, 04:18 PM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 09-30-2016, 01:04 AM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by megs - 11-01-2016, 10:15 AM
RE: Blood Rites [Closed] - by Blade - 03-15-2017, 09:40 PM