She didn't allow much to settle upon her face, but Virara's narrowing eye was the look of a girl unamused. With a tilt of her head, she glances up at him grudgingly, rubbing her neck. Her nose twitched; perhaps a sign of relief that Jana wouldn't be able to suffuse her sinuses with the stench of alcohol.Â
"No 'Lady.' Such formality, for my sake. It is a waste."Â
Her flat voice emitted sound in stops and starts. Virara's sentences seemed to become truncated haphazardly when guarded or anxious, as if dictating from a tattered letter. Her face affixed John with a curious stare, watching his face as he appraised the inactive wand. Having watched Chachanji's work with perhaps excessive attention, she was transparently dubious of his familiarity with bone working. Yet he'd surprised her before. Additional study was commendable. She did not consider "Chagenji" someone who could only specialize in one talent, or one career. A variety of skills, so that one would never be truly without an answer, was its own manner of mastery. With her mind woven tightly around her hands, such mastery was, by her reckoning, beyond Virara.
"... Scaled-one horn?"Â
Her silky voice unfurled to reveal an outrageous leap of logic. The term she used was the one the girl often attached to Au Ra. Virara was not beholden to common sense. By her reasoning, if Spoken blood was used in the baffling rituals common in Eorzean aetheric craft, why not flesh, or bone? The legal restrictions and cultural taboos that might have put blood magic out of consideration for an Eorzean did not exist for her.
"No 'Lady.' Such formality, for my sake. It is a waste."Â
Her flat voice emitted sound in stops and starts. Virara's sentences seemed to become truncated haphazardly when guarded or anxious, as if dictating from a tattered letter. Her face affixed John with a curious stare, watching his face as he appraised the inactive wand. Having watched Chachanji's work with perhaps excessive attention, she was transparently dubious of his familiarity with bone working. Yet he'd surprised her before. Additional study was commendable. She did not consider "Chagenji" someone who could only specialize in one talent, or one career. A variety of skills, so that one would never be truly without an answer, was its own manner of mastery. With her mind woven tightly around her hands, such mastery was, by her reckoning, beyond Virara.
"... Scaled-one horn?"Â
Her silky voice unfurled to reveal an outrageous leap of logic. The term she used was the one the girl often attached to Au Ra. Virara was not beholden to common sense. By her reasoning, if Spoken blood was used in the baffling rituals common in Eorzean aetheric craft, why not flesh, or bone? The legal restrictions and cultural taboos that might have put blood magic out of consideration for an Eorzean did not exist for her.
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AV by Kura-Ou
Wiki (Last updated 01/16)
My Balmung profile.
AV by Kura-Ou
Wiki (Last updated 01/16)
My Balmung profile.
