I understand completely. Lady Fern considers it embarrassing when I speak too highly of her, but she is the first person I think of when I see some great feat of physical prowess.
[ It's not quite the same, but Adrian doesn't know that. Even if Fern hasn't accomplished great heroic feats like G'raha's friend, she's so often been vital to their success as a party, if not the very reason for that success. He's still often impressed by her skills, even after being so accustomed to them. He's never seen anyone else react so quickly, and with such acuity.
Like G'raha, he understands that it's best not to dwell eternally on such things, regardless of how much they might wish to. ]
Oh, that is a bit like the way my magic works, actually. "Expensive" spells—
[ The sever appears in that moment and Adrian feels a bit bad for immediately dragging G'raha into such an involved conversation. He ought to know better than to forget his manners. ]
Have you had horchata before? It's made with cinnamon and rice. I tried it here for the first time some months ago. Or if you're feeling very adventurous, you can try the 'daily surprise.' It's usually quite impressive. [ But, unfortunately, not always caffeinated. Adrian smiles at the server. ] I'll have a mocha with four shots, please.
[ Ah, that is a relief. Adrian understands that sometimes you know someone just so amazing that you can't help yourself. But also— ]
Lady Fern? I believe I've met your friend. She was quite adept in combat.
[ Nevermind...he was hallucinating and thought she was a beast, but!! Details. And moreso she has fuzzy ears too which is very cool and neat. So Adrian should absolutely feel free to tell people how amazing she is as it's very clearly rightfully earned!
No dragging was had—they were getting nerdy, something G'raha very easily falls into without prompting. It's clearly just dangerous when these two minds meet. ]
I cannot say that I have, but that does sound lovely.
[ Cinnamon and rice...he does like both of those things. (G'raha likes a lot of tings.) But the idea of a daily surprise is also very appealing. There's a pause as Adrian orders—hes, he notices the four shots— ]
I would like a horchata...and the daily surprise, if you please.
[ He can handle both. He wants to try both! The joolies will be worth it. The server chuckles a little and walks away with their orders. ]
That sounds like her. [ He nods eagerly. ] She can be a bit reserved at first, but you will find no sharper mind or kinder heart than hers.
[ And they were both fanboys.
Adrian waits until the server has finished with both of their orders. Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he could get two drinks at a coffee shop. It feels a bit scandalous, but he makes a mental note to himself to try it next time. ]
Hm? [ He looks baffled for a moment. ] Oh! Don't worry, this is the only one for today. I've been cutting back lately. [ He's very proud. ] I'll still sleep like the dead.
The caffeine was quite handy when I was taking shifts at all hours, but I don't like to worry Lady Fern, and she was getting a bit concerned... [ He makes a vague gesture. ] What were we talking about?
[ Sometimes you just know someone who begs being simped for. Good thing there are people like Adrian and G'raha around to fill that need.
It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
I started with energy drinks. I assumed they were a bit like potions; fairly harmless, since they were so ubiquitous, and I was always so tired when I first arrived so they helped immensely... [ He sighs and makes a vague gesture. It had been his own fault, really. Many of them had warning labels that he simply ignored, knowing he could heal himself of most afflictions. He and Fern had needed the money, and he hadn't wanted to decline any kind of work.
Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
[ Are they...not like potions? G'raha actually hasn't considered that much, these energy drinks. Somehow he put them in a separate category from tea and coffee by the name alone.
Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.
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[ It's not quite the same, but Adrian doesn't know that. Even if Fern hasn't accomplished great heroic feats like G'raha's friend, she's so often been vital to their success as a party, if not the very reason for that success. He's still often impressed by her skills, even after being so accustomed to them. He's never seen anyone else react so quickly, and with such acuity.
Like G'raha, he understands that it's best not to dwell eternally on such things, regardless of how much they might wish to. ]
Oh, that is a bit like the way my magic works, actually. "Expensive" spells—
[ The sever appears in that moment and Adrian feels a bit bad for immediately dragging G'raha into such an involved conversation. He ought to know better than to forget his manners. ]
Have you had horchata before? It's made with cinnamon and rice. I tried it here for the first time some months ago. Or if you're feeling very adventurous, you can try the 'daily surprise.' It's usually quite impressive. [ But, unfortunately, not always caffeinated. Adrian smiles at the server. ] I'll have a mocha with four shots, please.
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Lady Fern? I believe I've met your friend. She was quite adept in combat.
[ Nevermind...he was hallucinating and thought she was a beast, but!! Details. And moreso she has fuzzy ears too which is very cool and neat. So Adrian should absolutely feel free to tell people how amazing she is as it's very clearly rightfully earned!
No dragging was had—they were getting nerdy, something G'raha very easily falls into without prompting. It's clearly just dangerous when these two minds meet. ]
I cannot say that I have, but that does sound lovely.
[ Cinnamon and rice...he does like both of those things. (G'raha likes a lot of tings.) But the idea of a daily surprise is also very appealing. There's a pause as Adrian orders—hes, he notices the four shots— ]
I would like a horchata...and the daily surprise, if you please.
[ He can handle both. He wants to try both! The joolies will be worth it. The server chuckles a little and walks away with their orders. ]
Trouble sleeping?
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[ And they were both fanboys.
Adrian waits until the server has finished with both of their orders. Somehow, it had never occurred to him that he could get two drinks at a coffee shop. It feels a bit scandalous, but he makes a mental note to himself to try it next time. ]
Hm? [ He looks baffled for a moment. ] Oh! Don't worry, this is the only one for today. I've been cutting back lately. [ He's very proud. ] I'll still sleep like the dead.
The caffeine was quite handy when I was taking shifts at all hours, but I don't like to worry Lady Fern, and she was getting a bit concerned... [ He makes a vague gesture. ] What were we talking about?
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It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
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Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
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Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.