“Thank you“, the alchemist replied as Llyr told him that he would write him of the theory before he turned to inspect the other man’s solution once more, cocking his head a little to the side as he did so. “Interesting”, he murmured as Llyr explained what he was making. While most would have scoffed and thought Llyr’s experiment simple and pointless, he didn’t. In his opinion, a substance that essentially absorbed other substances would be quite useful. “How did you come up with this?” he wanted to know.
Unlike some of his colleagues, the son of Ziell was not only interested in the finished products, but in the process that led up to them as well as in the thoughts behind a certain research.
Llyr, the alchemist observed, seemed to be somewhat prone to blushing, when he was embarrassed, when he was uncomfortable and when he was being praised. It was a kind of behaviour that he found slightly amusing as well as peculiar, but he didn’t say anything, considering such to be unnecessary and, perhaps, even harmful. Instead he inclined his head. “Feel free to stay here as long as you want”, he remarked. The hint of a smile flickered across his face for a moment.
It was testament to how enjoyable he considered the situation at hand to be.
“They do”, he informed as Llyr asked if the libraries organized their shelves by topics. “I’ll acquire those books for you as soon as possible”, he assured him, momentarily furrowing his brow as Llyr stated that he would leave the list by his bedside. The thought that someone might stand next to him while he was asleep made him somewhat uneasy, even though Llyr had turned out to be quite trustworthy so far. Besides that, he also couldn’t help but wonder what kind of books the younger man wanted from him.
He considered asking him about what would be on the list, when Llyr suddenly wanted to know if he possessed blood. He turned to face the other man rather abruptly and met his gaze for a moment, considering him, before he replied, “Of course I possess blood. Most living beings possess blood, apart from the Yludih, but I’m not one of them, I assure you. If it is human blood that you need though, Mister Magpie …” He paused briefly, searching Llyr’s face for any signs that he might know more than he let on.
When they had first met, he had briefly wondered if the other man already knew that he was a Mortalborn, if that was in fact one of the reasons that he had entered his dreamscape and offered to initiate him. It seemed as if he did at least suspect something, he decided, otherwise he would probably not have asked such a strange question.
“… I’m afraid that I cannot help you. I’m no more human than you are, probably less, in fact. Understand that I do not want to talk about this further in Emea though, although I might be willing to share my story once we meet in the waking world”, he spoke. The tone of his voice remained relatively calm, but his heart beat a bit faster for a moment, against his will – his body’s reactions were something he had not learned to control entirely yet.
He had told a few people what he was recently, Sintih, his former apprentice, and Caius Gawyne, his nephew, among them. He was more open about what he was these trials – and excessively proud of that which elevated him above mortalkind – but he would not reveal his divine nature to a man whose real face he had never seen. That would be rather … foolish.
“I’m afraid that this blood here”, he finished, gesturing towards the vial whose contents he had been purifying. “Is all that you have, for now. Who knows, it might still be of some use.”
Unlike some of his colleagues, the son of Ziell was not only interested in the finished products, but in the process that led up to them as well as in the thoughts behind a certain research.
Llyr, the alchemist observed, seemed to be somewhat prone to blushing, when he was embarrassed, when he was uncomfortable and when he was being praised. It was a kind of behaviour that he found slightly amusing as well as peculiar, but he didn’t say anything, considering such to be unnecessary and, perhaps, even harmful. Instead he inclined his head. “Feel free to stay here as long as you want”, he remarked. The hint of a smile flickered across his face for a moment.
It was testament to how enjoyable he considered the situation at hand to be.
“They do”, he informed as Llyr asked if the libraries organized their shelves by topics. “I’ll acquire those books for you as soon as possible”, he assured him, momentarily furrowing his brow as Llyr stated that he would leave the list by his bedside. The thought that someone might stand next to him while he was asleep made him somewhat uneasy, even though Llyr had turned out to be quite trustworthy so far. Besides that, he also couldn’t help but wonder what kind of books the younger man wanted from him.
He considered asking him about what would be on the list, when Llyr suddenly wanted to know if he possessed blood. He turned to face the other man rather abruptly and met his gaze for a moment, considering him, before he replied, “Of course I possess blood. Most living beings possess blood, apart from the Yludih, but I’m not one of them, I assure you. If it is human blood that you need though, Mister Magpie …” He paused briefly, searching Llyr’s face for any signs that he might know more than he let on.
When they had first met, he had briefly wondered if the other man already knew that he was a Mortalborn, if that was in fact one of the reasons that he had entered his dreamscape and offered to initiate him. It seemed as if he did at least suspect something, he decided, otherwise he would probably not have asked such a strange question.
“… I’m afraid that I cannot help you. I’m no more human than you are, probably less, in fact. Understand that I do not want to talk about this further in Emea though, although I might be willing to share my story once we meet in the waking world”, he spoke. The tone of his voice remained relatively calm, but his heart beat a bit faster for a moment, against his will – his body’s reactions were something he had not learned to control entirely yet.
He had told a few people what he was recently, Sintih, his former apprentice, and Caius Gawyne, his nephew, among them. He was more open about what he was these trials – and excessively proud of that which elevated him above mortalkind – but he would not reveal his divine nature to a man whose real face he had never seen. That would be rather … foolish.
“I’m afraid that this blood here”, he finished, gesturing towards the vial whose contents he had been purifying. “Is all that you have, for now. Who knows, it might still be of some use.”