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* Glossaria sits perched on a stool at the bar, her feet curled around the rungs. A half-eaten sandwich sits on a plate at her elbow, and a heavy book lies open in front of her. * Aeryn walks up to the Meade Hall's door, stopping briefly to whisper something. Opening the door slightly, he slips inside and shuts it behind him. * Glossaria reads to the end of the page and turns it before glancing over her shoulder and nodding to him politely. "I believe Summer is in her room." <Aeryn> ::slightly startled:: Oh... Good afternoon, Lady... Glossaria, if I recall correctly? * Aeryn removes his outer cloak and hangs it neatly over the back of a chair before hesitantly approaching the bar. <Glossaria> ::looks up from her book again, cocking her head at him:: Aye. You were here last Monday, and have visited since to pay calls on Summer. My apologies if I incorrectly assumed an association. <Aeryn> ::smiles slightly:: Aye, of a sort. Although I believe she is somewhat regretting asking me for something to do. <Glossaria> ::raises an eyebrow:: Something to do, Master...? I'm sorry, I don't believe I've heard your name. <Aeryn> ::glances up the staircase:: Hmm. Maybe better if we take today off... ::looks back at Gloss:: My apologies. I am Aeryn, a ranger by training. <Aeryn> And Summer, being confined here to the Meade Hall with naught to do, took my offer of bare-hands training. ::he grins:: <Glossaria> ::nods to him:: Master Aeryn. ::she raises an eyebrow:: I would think Summer would be better served in attempting to perfect her own abilities. <Aeryn> ::nods:: Aye, she would indeed. However, she said she could not practice here. I *did* tell her that her hands should be used as a last resort, and her magic first... <Glossaria> ::shaking her head:: The Hall is sacred to Lord Erdian as well. If Yb could not harm it permanently, I believe the probability that she could is quite low. ::smiling slightly:: At what point did you suggest she use her feet? * Aeryn blinks. "Well... I usually prefer not to use kicks. Too risky on the balance, and easier to turn against the user. Definitely nothing above the waist..." <Glossaria> ::tilting her head:: Although perhaps she referred to a difficulty concentrating in this environment. <Glossaria> ::laughs and shakes her head:: You are most decidedly a fighter by trade, Master Aeryn. <Aeryn> ::shakes his head slightly:: No, she was worried about disturbing the wards around here or something like that, and what Rhys would say about it. * Aeryn looks surreptitiously over at the staircase. <Glossaria> Ahhh, a point. ::nods:: It is... unwise to practice magic here without the Hallmaster's permission. ::grins suddenly:: <Aeryn> But aye, I am primarily a fighter, as I have yet to find a teacher of Fenmarel or Mielikki. <Aeryn> I am told that there are some few spells or enchantments that rangers may learn from them. <Glossaria> ::nods:: I've heard that as some rangers grow in experience, they begin explore the spiritual side of their chosen profession, and are sometimes granted the favors of the deities of nature, yes. ::smiles and shakes her head again:: But that wasn't precisely what I meant. When I said "use her feet"-- hm. ::nods to his feet:: What purpose do your feet serve for you at this moment, Master Aeryn? * Aeryn blinks again uncertainly. "Well... I am standing on them?" <Glossaria> ::nods:: Very good. And by what method did you reach the Hall this afternoon? <Aeryn> I walked, I suppose. <Glossaria> ::nods again and smiles:: There, you see? Your feet serve you as a method of support, as conveyance, they deliver tactile messages from the ground to your head.... Some can even perform massage or express an art form with them. And yes, they can be used in combat. <Aeryn> Where might you be going with this line of questions, lady Glossaria? ::he takes a seat on one of the stools:: <Glossaria> ::continuing:: And yet when I suggested that you tell Summer "use her feet" in a threatening situation-- in exactly the way she *did* use them, I believe, to achieve the safety of the Hall-- your first thought was to use them *in* combat, rather than to *escape* combat. ::smiles:: <Aeryn> Oh! I see... <Glossaria> And so I say that you are a fighter, Master Aeryn, because you appear to think as one. <Aeryn> ::nods thoughtfully:: Aye, I see what you mean. You are indeed correct--running from a fight is not what I would consider unless I had a reason. * Glossaria smiles and picks up her sandwich to have another bite. "One's head is one's most powerful tool in almost any situation, Master Aeryn." She blinks thoughtfully. "I refer to its use for thought, not to as a bludgeoning weapon." <Aeryn> ::grins at her:: Aye, the head is of some small use in that way, although I prefer to use it to think. <Aeryn> Some men have very thick skulls, and I see no reason to risk mine in collision with theirs. Much simpler to get out of the way. <Glossaria> ::chuckling:: Even simpler not to provoke confrontation in the first place. ::sighing a little:: Although... I admit, such can be difficult. Especially with a belligerent opponent. ::flicks her eyes towards the door, looking rueful:: * Aeryn follows her glance. "Aye, when attacked one often has little choice in the matter, nor time to escape. It is for such I thought Summer could use what little I may have offered her, for when there is little else." <Glossaria> ::nods thoughtfully:: Mistress Zoya can defend herself physically. And she spars from time to time, to keep in practice... <Aeryn> ::looks at Gloss:: And you, lady Glossaria, of which profession are you? <Glossaria> Me? I am the Tower-- ::looks briefly sad, and sighs:: Well, I suppose you might say I am a Librarian without portfolio, at the moment. * Aeryn raises an eyebrow. <Aeryn> You are a librarian? Of what kind of library? <Glossaria> I am a resident of the Tower of Erdian. But the Tower is... in a stalemate, at the moment, and we wished to help our friends. So here I am, and here I stay until the situation is resolved. <Aeryn> ::nods slowly:: As am I, here in this city. Until we throw out our unwelcome guests, at any rate. And I do not believe I have heard much of this Tower you speak of. <Glossaria> Ah, you're a recent visitor to Marsember, then? * Aeryn nods. "I arrived with a recent caravan, only to be caught here when the orcs took the city." <Glossaria> Ah, I see. The Tower of Erdian is the holy place and former home of Lord Erdian, the god of chaos magic. <Aeryn> 'Former'? <Glossaria> Lord Erdian Ascended. He no longer dwells on this plane on a permanent basis. Mistress Zoya-- High Priestess Zoya Natovna-- resides there now. As do I, and my husband, assorted pets, and the gnomes. <Aeryn> I see... so besides librarian of the Tower, you are also a practitioner of chaos magic, perhaps? <Glossaria> ::nods:: I am a priestess of Erdian. Well... in training. ::takes another bite of her sandwich:: <Aeryn> ::curiously:: Can any learn magic? Or does it require some innate talent? <Glossaria> ::blinks and cocks her head:: I believe, with sufficient comprehension, applied study, and devotion to the task, any can learn standard magic. Chaos magic requires... ::tilts her head thoughtfully:: a certain strength of will, a love of experiment, and an ability to view the world in a certain way. ::smiles:: As well as the above-listed qualities. <Aeryn> ::smiles:: You mean like not minding when things become a little... well... chaotic? <Glossaria> ::blinks:: Almost everything contains chaos, Master Aeryn. A chaos mage merely recognizes and takes advantage of the possibilities that such a truth presents. <Aeryn> I see... ::he covers a yawn with the back of a hand:: I would love to discuss this further, but... <Glossaria> ::smiles:: It's alright. You're on a work crew? * Aeryn nods. "Aye, together with Kevil and Diya. It is heavy work, although not as hard as some of my teachers could be." <Glossaria> ::nods:: I'll let Summer know you stopped by to see her. * Aeryn stands slowly and stretches. "Aye, please do. Have a good evening, lady Glossaria." He bows slightly to her. <Glossaria> Stay safe, Master Aeryn. ::smiles and goes back to her book, absently picking up her sandwich and taking a bite out of it backwards:: |
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