[ an understatement if ever ness has heard one, but she just smiles, because—yes. very different priorities, indeed.
she doesn't bother to pretend that she has to think about the answer to his question. ]
There was the elf, Tav, Captain Baudin, the Warden von Skraedder, the Griffon Keeper, and the giant qunari. None seemed terribly perturbed by it, and it has been long enough they could have certainly said something if they'd a mind to, but. That's still more than I'm comfortable with, and I'd like to make sure the number doesn't grow any larger.
[ A longer list than he’d expected or hoped for, either; this is the sort of secret that ought to stay on as short a leash as possible, particularly around the locals. Von Skraedder could be a problem; he doesn’t know her well enough to say. But the rest are fine: rifters all, and then Gwenaëlle. He trusts her more than himself, some days. ]
Hmm. Yeah. That’s a lot of rifters, which gives you a leg up in terms of acceptance. And Riftwatch as a whole has gotten accustomed to stranger magic than anyone else you’ll run into on the street. But we can work with that. We’ll want to get you in enough control that the list doesn’t get much longer.
[ And they start to delve into it, their training starting in earnest: forging that link and Strange counting the seconds for how long it lasts, until Ness gets tired, until the connection peters out and she slumps in her seat. Magic and telepathy is a muscle like any other; it needs practice. They work, her reserves run low, they try again. They part for food and he summons her the next day for more: straightforward, business-like, occasionally sprinkling his own insane anecdote into the conversation so she feels better and less alone about her own circumstances, but he carves out the time for her as surely as if it’s scheduled office hours.
Can’t have the locals tarring and feathering the nice young scholar from Candlekeep, after all. ]
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she doesn't bother to pretend that she has to think about the answer to his question. ]
There was the elf, Tav, Captain Baudin, the Warden von Skraedder, the Griffon Keeper, and the giant qunari. None seemed terribly perturbed by it, and it has been long enough they could have certainly said something if they'd a mind to, but. That's still more than I'm comfortable with, and I'd like to make sure the number doesn't grow any larger.
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Hmm. Yeah. That’s a lot of rifters, which gives you a leg up in terms of acceptance. And Riftwatch as a whole has gotten accustomed to stranger magic than anyone else you’ll run into on the street. But we can work with that. We’ll want to get you in enough control that the list doesn’t get much longer.
[ And they start to delve into it, their training starting in earnest: forging that link and Strange counting the seconds for how long it lasts, until Ness gets tired, until the connection peters out and she slumps in her seat. Magic and telepathy is a muscle like any other; it needs practice. They work, her reserves run low, they try again. They part for food and he summons her the next day for more: straightforward, business-like, occasionally sprinkling his own insane anecdote into the conversation so she feels better and less alone about her own circumstances, but he carves out the time for her as surely as if it’s scheduled office hours.
Can’t have the locals tarring and feathering the nice young scholar from Candlekeep, after all. ]