Shiro's Magical Undertakings | 119 4A+
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Shiro's Magical Undertakings | 119 4A+
by Nara-pyon Tue Feb 16, 2016 9:23 pm
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Re: Shiro's Magical Undertakings | 119 4A+
by Nara-pyon Tue Feb 16, 2016 9:23 pm
Location: The Druids’ Suite, The Tent, Eastern Keliac, Arkandia
Date: Late Winter, 119 4A
The Project: Shapeshifting
Shiro was glad that the group had acquiesced to his request to set up the tent at lunch so that he, Cael and Lancaeriel could go back inside. He hoped everything would go well while they traveled the rest of the day – not that he would ever be of much help if anything did happen, but Lancaeriel and Cael would be very helpful, he was certain, if anyone else did show up. Still, they had all been disguised, just in case, so he doubted there would be any real trouble.
“I know you live the life of a researcher,” Cael said as he led the way to his and Lancaeriel’s suite, “but you’ve never studied magic, right?”
“Twice,” Shiro replied, his eyes taking in the way their rooms had been set up. It was his first time being in there – so few people ever went into the bedrooms of others. “The other day, when Lancaeriel taught me how to disguise someone, and once when I was young … though that was more of an accident. I didn’t even know what I was doing. Just trying to understand the words – I was just learning Latin at that point.”
At Cael and Lancaeriel’s confused looks, he explained how he had simply been reading aloud from a book, trying to understand the words that had been written in it, when Ura had appeared in front of him in a swirl of smoke or fog.
“It terrified me,” he admitted. “I had felt safe reading the book aloud because in its opening lines it explained just how much magical power was required to activate any of the spells. So when simply reading it summoned a living being …” He shrugged. “Since then, I refused to have anything to do with magic … until you taught me to disguise people. And I have to admit … reluctantly, yes, but I have to admit it … it didn’t feel bad to use it.”
“It does feel good, when you do something right,” Lancaeriel beamed. “Here, this way.”
She motioned for Shiro to follow her into a room to the right. It was a fair-sized room, but very simply furnished: a massive desk, centered, with a comfortable chair behind it. The desk had a massive tome on it, opened to somewhere in the middle; a few quills; a pot of ink, corked at the moment; a blotter; a small knife for sharpening quills; a sharpening stone; slivers of quill that had been shaved off; and a few loose sheets of paper with notes scribbled on them.
On the two side walls of the room there were long bookcases, two levels high, both of them with more thick tomes on them. Some were old, some newer, and some were visibly ancient.
“What is all of this?” Shiro asked, genuinely interested, despite having a pretty good idea.
Lancaeriel smiled and gestured for him to make himself at home. “Our research,” she replied simply. “It was hard finding some of it, and I think I may still be missing a tome or two, but for the most part it’s everything we’ve done, everything we’ve learned, since we first began to study magic.”
“What alphabet is it written in?” Shiro asked quickly, his red eyes gleaming brightly at the thought of so much information to learn.
Cael leaned against the doorway and chuckled. “That’s why we’re going to have to help you. It’s in a number of different alphabets, as you call them, including some that are no longer in use.”
Shiro’s mind was awhirl. “Once we get this bit figured out,” he murmured, “do you think you could teach me all the different kinds of writing that you know?”
Perhaps he could create a program to translate the books into the alphabet he knew and loved. Then he could learn everything the two had compiled over the course of their many lives. Well, maybe eventually – that was a lot of years to catch up on, after all.
Even as the two were about to agree, Shiro questioned, “Lancaeriel, wouldn’t it be similar to the magic you used to change Iorlas from a dragon into an elf?”
His comment caused the two to look at each other, Lancaeriel’s eyes wide with surprise that she hadn’t thought of it, and Cael’s expression one of apprehension.
“Do you know,” Lancaeriel murmured, her tone filled with wonder, “I have no idea how, but I must admit I had forgotten about that entirely.” It seemed to jog her memory, however, as she turned now and headed directly towards a specific book. She tugged on it gently to ease it out from between the tomes on either side of it, then hefted it in her arms and carried it to her desk.
“Cael,” she murmured, nodding at the volume that was already open.
Without hesitation, her husband hurried over and moved the book, clearing space for the one she now had in her arms. Carefully, Lancaeriel lowered the tome to the desk, then straightened slowly, running her fingers caressingly over the book’s worn leather cover.
Shiro watched the motion and smiled. “Memories, huh?” he said softly.
“Yes.” Lancaeriel smiled warmly, her eyes bright. “Many. But they are unimportant right now.” Moving decisively, she opened the tome and started to turn the pages slowly, searching through it for the page she needed. “It will probably take a while to work it out …”
“Have you ever summoned a living soul into being?” Shiro asked flatly.
Lancaeriel looked up and blinked. “Um … no.”
Cael frowned gently and leaned against the doorway again. “I have to admit, I’m very curious about you now, Shiro,” he said seriously. “Andarien sees magic, yes? And yet it was not until meeting Lancaeriel that he met anyone who was very bright in his eyes.”
“He knew Lancaeriel before he knew me,” Shiro pointed out.
“Regardless,” Cael went on as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “it makes me wonder just how much power you have. At such a young age, without any study, to have done something so … difficult … and without having studied or done any magic at all …”
Shiro just shrugged.
“We should ask Andarien later,” Lancaeriel suggested. “Now I’m curious, too.”
“Later,” Shiro murmured, his eyes on the book Lancaeriel was still looking through. “Let’s get this figured out first.”
Date: Late Winter, 119 4A
The Project: Shapeshifting
Shiro was glad that the group had acquiesced to his request to set up the tent at lunch so that he, Cael and Lancaeriel could go back inside. He hoped everything would go well while they traveled the rest of the day – not that he would ever be of much help if anything did happen, but Lancaeriel and Cael would be very helpful, he was certain, if anyone else did show up. Still, they had all been disguised, just in case, so he doubted there would be any real trouble.
“I know you live the life of a researcher,” Cael said as he led the way to his and Lancaeriel’s suite, “but you’ve never studied magic, right?”
“Twice,” Shiro replied, his eyes taking in the way their rooms had been set up. It was his first time being in there – so few people ever went into the bedrooms of others. “The other day, when Lancaeriel taught me how to disguise someone, and once when I was young … though that was more of an accident. I didn’t even know what I was doing. Just trying to understand the words – I was just learning Latin at that point.”
At Cael and Lancaeriel’s confused looks, he explained how he had simply been reading aloud from a book, trying to understand the words that had been written in it, when Ura had appeared in front of him in a swirl of smoke or fog.
“It terrified me,” he admitted. “I had felt safe reading the book aloud because in its opening lines it explained just how much magical power was required to activate any of the spells. So when simply reading it summoned a living being …” He shrugged. “Since then, I refused to have anything to do with magic … until you taught me to disguise people. And I have to admit … reluctantly, yes, but I have to admit it … it didn’t feel bad to use it.”
“It does feel good, when you do something right,” Lancaeriel beamed. “Here, this way.”
She motioned for Shiro to follow her into a room to the right. It was a fair-sized room, but very simply furnished: a massive desk, centered, with a comfortable chair behind it. The desk had a massive tome on it, opened to somewhere in the middle; a few quills; a pot of ink, corked at the moment; a blotter; a small knife for sharpening quills; a sharpening stone; slivers of quill that had been shaved off; and a few loose sheets of paper with notes scribbled on them.
On the two side walls of the room there were long bookcases, two levels high, both of them with more thick tomes on them. Some were old, some newer, and some were visibly ancient.
“What is all of this?” Shiro asked, genuinely interested, despite having a pretty good idea.
Lancaeriel smiled and gestured for him to make himself at home. “Our research,” she replied simply. “It was hard finding some of it, and I think I may still be missing a tome or two, but for the most part it’s everything we’ve done, everything we’ve learned, since we first began to study magic.”
“What alphabet is it written in?” Shiro asked quickly, his red eyes gleaming brightly at the thought of so much information to learn.
Cael leaned against the doorway and chuckled. “That’s why we’re going to have to help you. It’s in a number of different alphabets, as you call them, including some that are no longer in use.”
Shiro’s mind was awhirl. “Once we get this bit figured out,” he murmured, “do you think you could teach me all the different kinds of writing that you know?”
Perhaps he could create a program to translate the books into the alphabet he knew and loved. Then he could learn everything the two had compiled over the course of their many lives. Well, maybe eventually – that was a lot of years to catch up on, after all.
Even as the two were about to agree, Shiro questioned, “Lancaeriel, wouldn’t it be similar to the magic you used to change Iorlas from a dragon into an elf?”
His comment caused the two to look at each other, Lancaeriel’s eyes wide with surprise that she hadn’t thought of it, and Cael’s expression one of apprehension.
“Do you know,” Lancaeriel murmured, her tone filled with wonder, “I have no idea how, but I must admit I had forgotten about that entirely.” It seemed to jog her memory, however, as she turned now and headed directly towards a specific book. She tugged on it gently to ease it out from between the tomes on either side of it, then hefted it in her arms and carried it to her desk.
“Cael,” she murmured, nodding at the volume that was already open.
Without hesitation, her husband hurried over and moved the book, clearing space for the one she now had in her arms. Carefully, Lancaeriel lowered the tome to the desk, then straightened slowly, running her fingers caressingly over the book’s worn leather cover.
Shiro watched the motion and smiled. “Memories, huh?” he said softly.
“Yes.” Lancaeriel smiled warmly, her eyes bright. “Many. But they are unimportant right now.” Moving decisively, she opened the tome and started to turn the pages slowly, searching through it for the page she needed. “It will probably take a while to work it out …”
“Have you ever summoned a living soul into being?” Shiro asked flatly.
Lancaeriel looked up and blinked. “Um … no.”
Cael frowned gently and leaned against the doorway again. “I have to admit, I’m very curious about you now, Shiro,” he said seriously. “Andarien sees magic, yes? And yet it was not until meeting Lancaeriel that he met anyone who was very bright in his eyes.”
“He knew Lancaeriel before he knew me,” Shiro pointed out.
“Regardless,” Cael went on as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “it makes me wonder just how much power you have. At such a young age, without any study, to have done something so … difficult … and without having studied or done any magic at all …”
Shiro just shrugged.
“We should ask Andarien later,” Lancaeriel suggested. “Now I’m curious, too.”
“Later,” Shiro murmured, his eyes on the book Lancaeriel was still looking through. “Let’s get this figured out first.”
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