"An island north of Iskiela?" Loros parroted, his face lighting up at the mystery, "Really?! And not from the 13 Melodies?" It was plain as day, the cogs turning in his mind as he thought up another devious plan. "I'm quite familiar with the charters and the maps north of Iskiela, of course, but outside of the Melodies and the frozen bits we claimed half a century ago, nothing should be growable!
"How interesting!", Loros said with a smile, pausing long enough only to take a few more bites of stew. "If we enjoy our travels down south, why don't we travel north, next? After we get things settled in the Melodies? A thesis, perhaps, on unexplored and unchartered waters."
He smiled wistfully, but returned to the matter at hand after half his bowl was finished.
"We'll start easy, of course, with magic." Loros reached forward and placed a hand atop hers, "It can be tiring, so please, don't fret if you need to take breaks. The difficulty rises with age; summoning the magic from within.
"Do you have any inkling on what your innate magic could be? What do you feel strongest about? What moves you to tears or laughter with only the slightest provocation?"
"How interesting!", Loros said with a smile, pausing long enough only to take a few more bites of stew. "If we enjoy our travels down south, why don't we travel north, next? After we get things settled in the Melodies? A thesis, perhaps, on unexplored and unchartered waters."
He smiled wistfully, but returned to the matter at hand after half his bowl was finished.
"We'll start easy, of course, with magic." Loros reached forward and placed a hand atop hers, "It can be tiring, so please, don't fret if you need to take breaks. The difficulty rises with age; summoning the magic from within.
"Do you have any inkling on what your innate magic could be? What do you feel strongest about? What moves you to tears or laughter with only the slightest provocation?"