Some weights belong only to those who've already weathered their storms. [A category Cantarella seems to index herself in as well, though she doesn't elaborate and moves smoothly to cover the rest. She hms.] Our roles, not just as "betrothed," but in this school, have already been determined for us. But there is much we can still define for ourselves. We may become safekeepers of more than a single missing memory.
[She considers what's written on her own rose-lined gravestone. There's nothing inherently untrue about anything there, but out of context, it's easy to see those words growing legs and heads of their own.]
I can't help but notice that I have yet to hear a question from you.
Mm. We just need to hope those who aren't as steady can trust in those that know they can handle it.
[He'll nod in the affirmative, though.]
You've provided some of the answers I needed already, believe it or not. Maybe I'd just like to keep the conversation going to see if the rest pop up naturally.
[No, Solomon, nosy is somebody else on the forums!]
Why put someone in a position to be on the defensive by asking questions when you can receive the information differently?
[She sets her teacup back down with a prim little clink. For example, she feels no desire to ask him what his impression of her is so far; she can get a sense of that over the course of the conversation, too. It isn't really being obscured that she has a sense of working those greyer areas when clarity isn't possible, and she doesn't like to belabor ineffciently.]
And what of the task to be granted Beautitude? Will you apply the same approach?
[He hums, the ring against his finger tracing idle lines into the side of his cup.]
If there was a way to directly stop it, then I would be direct.
My worry is in the edicts. Not only because of the lure of a Beatitude for the scared and desperate, but also because Father's edict demands a life to be taken. If we do not, who's to say that more aren't punished in the same way Don was?
Do we lose in the end more by complete inaction?
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It was to both our benefit and our detriment that we learned of that collective punishment.
[The lesson won't come later or at a more inopportune time, but everyone has felt that pain and will do what they can do to avoid it—for better or for worse.
For a moment, the taste of tea in her mouth is older, mellower, honeyed, as if she took the cup once again from Hebenon's little, shaking hands.]
The simplest way to keep innocent lives from being trampled is to make sure they never fall beneath a scrutinizing gaze. But I really do abhor senseless sacrifice, all for hollow progress.
Mm. It's a shame that removing said gaze isn't always the cleanest of options, and redirecting that gaze requires accepting the consequences of who it will hit instead.
[A beat, as his own glass is lifted, his eyes settling on her for a little longer than usual. Hm.
He swallows, a hand going up in silent apology.]
I'm sorry to change the topic so, but - the marking, on your tongue. It's striking, isn't it?
[Who needs 20 questions at the party when you can have 20 questions at the cafe?]
Frequencies, to be precise. [He'll likely have noticed from the name and the waveform itself that the tacet mark resembles a soundwave more than anything.]
You've seen something like it before. [Just as assumption, but she does make it rather boldly, without much of a pitch up to her already norally calm voice.]
Unless you're familiar with a catastrophe known as the Lament or its ensuing phenmona, there's likely a divergence from your research forking early down the line. I know less than a scientist could tell you.
[Unfortunately, her experience is more on the arcane side than the research side...and she's getting the sense that he may be prone to tumbling down rabbit holes.
Perhaps another time. and if that time comes to pass, Nik is going to accept me linking a wiki page]
Isn't it a shame, though? Fairytales often have a witch. [And here she is, powerless.]
No pressure at all. [A shake of his head is all he needs to shut that down, as curious as he is. A topic for later, when prying will be more productive.
He chuckles lightly against his cup.]
A witch, a warlock, a graceful god. Who's meant to be the hero, I wonder, when you leave your foes without their weapons?
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[She considers what's written on her own rose-lined gravestone. There's nothing inherently untrue about anything there, but out of context, it's easy to see those words growing legs and heads of their own.]
I can't help but notice that I have yet to hear a question from you.
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[He'll nod in the affirmative, though.]
You've provided some of the answers I needed already, believe it or not. Maybe I'd just like to keep the conversation going to see if the rest pop up naturally.
Call me nosy, if you'd like.
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Why put someone in a position to be on the defensive by asking questions when you can receive the information differently?
[She sets her teacup back down with a prim little clink. For example, she feels no desire to ask him what his impression of her is so far; she can get a sense of that over the course of the conversation, too. It isn't really being obscured that she has a sense of working those greyer areas when clarity isn't possible, and she doesn't like to belabor ineffciently.]
And what of the task to be granted Beautitude? Will you apply the same approach?
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You mean the shedding of blood?
[He hums, the ring against his finger tracing idle lines into the side of his cup.]
If there was a way to directly stop it, then I would be direct.
My worry is in the edicts. Not only because of the lure of a Beatitude for the scared and desperate, but also because Father's edict demands a life to be taken. If we do not, who's to say that more aren't punished in the same way Don was?
Do we lose in the end more by complete inaction?
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[The lesson won't come later or at a more inopportune time, but everyone has felt that pain and will do what they can do to avoid it—for better or for worse.
For a moment, the taste of tea in her mouth is older, mellower, honeyed, as if she took the cup once again from Hebenon's little, shaking hands.]
The simplest way to keep innocent lives from being trampled is to make sure they never fall beneath a scrutinizing gaze. But I really do abhor senseless sacrifice, all for hollow progress.
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[A beat, as his own glass is lifted, his eyes settling on her for a little longer than usual. Hm.
He swallows, a hand going up in silent apology.]
I'm sorry to change the topic so, but - the marking, on your tongue. It's striking, isn't it?
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My Tacet Mark. [It's not so restless here with no access to her Forte, but the mention of it does make it ache and itch in her mouth.]
It's an indicator of my abilities when they are actually under my control.
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[Might wanna rethink him not being nosy.]
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[He is nosy! She knows how to dripfeed nosiness! But at the moment, what doesn't exist need not be discussed.]
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[So long as she's willing to play this game, he'll keep attempting.]
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Frequencies, to be precise. [He'll likely have noticed from the name and the waveform itself that the tacet mark resembles a soundwave more than anything.]
You've seen something like it before. [Just as assumption, but she does make it rather boldly, without much of a pitch up to her already norally calm voice.]
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Sigils are as abundant as they are hard to master, so I was wondering if it fell in the same families of what I normally research.
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[Unfortunately, her experience is more on the arcane side than the research side...and she's getting the sense that he may be prone to tumbling down rabbit holes.
Perhaps another time.
and if that time comes to pass, Nik is going to accept me linking a wiki page]Isn't it a shame, though? Fairytales often have a witch. [And here she is, powerless.]
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He chuckles lightly against his cup.]
A witch, a warlock, a graceful god. Who's meant to be the hero, I wonder, when you leave your foes without their weapons?