picknicking

[dark_light]

There's something unutterably pleasant about landing in a bit of woods in the middle of Nowhere, Manitoba, removing a sandwich and an apple from her backpack and having a picnic before she's ready to move on. She could eat in midair, but it makes it too likely that she'll drop something and find it unrecoverable.

Path's on her knee, and her cloudpine is propped up against the tree next to her.

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[prodigal_miser]

Adarin takes his share of squab, "Thank you. Do you remember how I explained how magic works in my world?"

[dark_light]

"The diluting hereditary thing, yeah."

[prodigal_miser]

"Yes, well. There were only three sources. One of them was my mother. She is now deceased, and my sister has made it abundantly clear how little she wants to use her power for fixing purposes," he explains. "So I would be taking a very large portion of potential magic with me, considering I've never married or had children."

He shrugs, a little, looking sad. "So I have a lot of weight to throw around for fixing things, and no one else seems able to do it. They're all too intent on killing or outmaneuvering one another for power."

[dark_light]

"Eegh," says Isabella.

[prodigal_miser]

"Yes," he replies.

[dark_light]

"...I wonder if your kids will have daemons, now, even if you have them back in New Kystle."

[prodigal_miser]

"I... Have no idea. I do expect that I have quite some time before I'll find out, though," he says with a bit of amusement.

[dark_light]

"Not keen on being the ancestor of a population of Kystle-type-magic-people anytime soon?" (Om nom squab.)

[prodigal_miser]

"Not keen on having any of the mothers of said population of Kystle-type-magic-people be the type of people that have tried to uh... Help me along with that," he explains, nibbling on squab. Nom nom. "Apparently I am picky. It's almost like I find women trying to drug me unattractive."

He says this is a matter-of-fact manner. It's pretty normal, to him. He's careful, about his drinks and food. He's mastered it the the point of silent spelling. The squab, for example, is free from mind-altering drugs.

[dark_light]

"Trying to drug you? Seriously?"

[prodigal_miser]

"I wish I were joking."

[dark_light]

"That's pretty terrible. I can't claim a better record for witches in general - although not so much within my lifetime. Though drugs have never been a preferred solution."

[prodigal_miser]

"I'm very glad that they haven't been. Though, now that I think of it, the alternatives might have been worse...?" he winces. Eeeugh.

[dark_light]

"It was pretty much 'corner cute mortal at daggerpoint, mortal gets to either die or marry the witch'," sighs Isabella.

[prodigal_miser]

"Ah. So not any better in the slightest," says Adarin. "Just a different flavor of terrible."

[dark_light]

"Yeah. But, we no longer get away with murder, so, that has been on the decline."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin attempts a little smile, and teases, "Careful, I'm supposed to be not running off to your fantastic world of pocket libraries and declining horrific acts towards attractive members of the opposite sex."

[dark_light]

"Oh, well, in that case, the place is a disaster, you'll be well shut of it. After you give me my alethiometer accessories."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin laughs. "Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."

[dark_light]

Presently the squab has been reduced to a skeleton, which Isabella discards. "All right, I suppose I'll get started on that spell I'm going to invent to get me an alethiometer."

[prodigal_miser]

He nods, finishing his own squab section. "I'll start writing down the basic structure for the index spell, then. It will probably take a while to organize - I'm not sure how long it'll take you for your spell. Do you have a general idea?"

[dark_light]

"Depends. I might have to go through a few drafts. Probably not more than a couple days if I can do it at all."

[prodigal_miser]

"Alright. If that fails, I can try my magic to locate one, though we'd have to go and physically retrieve it," he offers.

[dark_light]

"Which could be a problem if it's at the bottom of the ocean or something, although there's probably a way to hire somebody with a separated dolphin daemon or something for exorbitant exchanges."

[prodigal_miser]

"I never said it was a perfect method."