[Again, silence, and she's still stuck for a moment before shaking herself out of it.]
Hold on a second, you reveal to be you're a dragon - and nevermind the fact that you look nothing like the dragons I've seen so there's that - and then just casually switch to talking about wand cores again?!
This is my visage. It allows me to interact with mortals, and not destroy the furniture inside their houses.
[ Also, wear fashionable. He turns sideways and loosens his robe, shrugging it off one shoulder. The curse scratches along his back have started to seep blood in places, and the blood is... not quite red. It has a faint, molten glow.
Like magma. ]
It is, however, causing me problems when it cannot be healed. If these get worse I'll be destroying clothing.
[So - so - where he's from, which he has mentioned a few times, dragons are shape shifters? It explains the red eyes, it also explains the extremely high body temperature and the growling, but it doesn't explain why he's taking his robe off.
She relaxes a little bit when he doesn't, actually, take it all the way off, but then she sees the scratches and frowns, suddenly both worried and curious enough to want to touch it and see if it burns.]
I don't know if any of my potions would work on you, then - but it's worth trying. You'll need to wait a few days, the poultice that heals cuts requires more time to brew here. Must have to do with the replacement I'm using for Murtlap.
[A pause after that, and she glances up.] I would never want to see you caged, for the record.
[She is going to do the very British thing here, and resort to the comfort of tea in order to calm her own nerves down. Because, the truth is, this conversation has been a lot.
Her heartbeat is pouding - so she can only hope that keen senses don't count among the skills of a dragon in disguise.
(Does he have a hoard? No, I can't ask that, it'd be rude.)
The line of thought goes towards his blood again, and the possibility of him using it for a wand is just out of this world, so it flies right over her head.]
For the poultice? [Actually considers this.] Maybe it might - I don't think I've brewed anything like that.
[She knows of nine uses for dragon blood and she is not going to start thinking about them, because - because what was once a comfort (the ability to memorise homework) feels tainted now. Feels wrong, in light of these revelations, to even know that you can use dragonblood to get rid of verrucas.]
Ah - I did bring a healing potion with me. [She does reach into her bag now, summons it into her hand and holds it out, bottled inside a perfume bottle from the palazzo.] It is magical, but I'll grant you it might not work. Maybe just take a sip and see?
[ Properties for the wand, you see. Still, he sets aside his tea and reaches out for the potion bottle. His hand is very slightly unsteady, but he's maintaining a dignified air and pretending it isn't. It's hidden quickly once he grips the bottle and begins to inspect it. ]
Anduin found none of his most powerful healing spells could touch them, and normally there is little he cannot heal.
[ Anduin Wrynn, blessed by the light, should be able to bring people back from the brink of death. Strange that a few scratches would stop him. Wrathion uncaps the bottle and sniffs it curiously, trying to get a read on what she's put in it. Curiosity more than suspicion. ]
[And here she foolishly believed that she couldn't be surprised any further today.]
You...want to make me a wand still? With...your blood? [Her voice does go slightly up on those last few words, because the statement is not fully sinking in.
Oh - oh. She sees it now. He's not very clear on rules of social interractions with humans, is he? That makes more sense.]
[ He takes a small sip of the potion, sets it down and waits -- one hand reaching under his robe and over his side to tentatively feel for the scratches. To see if they will begin to heal. ]
I've been crafting a backup communicator for Anduin. It contains my blood. Do you believe he is exploiting me?
[He might find that for a few seconds, the cuts don't sting. It won't last, and she will be expecting this. Her cuts aren't healing either.]
Of course not - no. I don't have a better word for it. [Intimate? Maybe it'd be just very intimate.
The dragon heartstring core of this wand, and the one of her wand, they belonged to faceless, nameless, long gone dragons. She cannot imagine how having a different wand will feel. What if it doesn't work? What if that potential wand does not, in fact, choose her?]
I don't know what...dragonblood in a wand...would do to my magic.
[ He moves his hands from his back to pick up his tea again, something to do with his hands. Something to focus on. ]
If your previous source did not have the same gifts I have, the natural magic in it may be less... potent. If that is the case, but the concept is sound, we could adjust the quantities or use something else. A scale, perhaps.
[ He takes a sip of his tea, lets the cup rest on the desk with his hands laced around it. ]
The items I make do not require magic to use because they contain so much. Someone with no talent at all could activate a spell I weave into something, the same way anyone can drink the potions you make. Even if this does not work the way you want, there is a chance I could still make you something else as an... alternative.
[And that sinks in, the dots connected.] A wand that could...do all the spells I tell it to, even if my magic gets taken away?
[Wasn't that the biggest fear? Not being able to fend for herself without it, in this unforgiving world she's been pulled into? Not being able to make it back home? She draws in a breath, looking down at her tea cup as if it will reveal some secrets to her.
She frets in place, worries her lower lip between her teeth.] I...I want that. [Glances at him quickly, almost embarrassed to admit to that kind of desire. The desire to stay powerful, and safe. To save herself, at any point.
Still.] But - I thought I'd disappointed you. Why offer this still?
I have disappointed people in the past, and learned from my mistakes. None of us are perfect.
[ His mistakes, in fact, were far more fatal than not criticising the source of a wand core. He sets aside his cup, turns one hand palm up. ]
The magic I use is different to yours, if I weave a spell into something it won't be your magic anymore. It will be mine, your control will be... limited.
[ His fingers shift, barely perceptibly, and a flame conjures into his hand, dances, vanishes. ]
It would need a stronger conduit, too. Something to bind the magic to, to store the spells. I usually embed gems into things. A focus to channel through is different to something that holds magical potential ready to cast.
[But - he hasn't really explained what he thinks her mistake was. Coming from a world where dragons grew in the wild, and some on reservations? Not somehow knowing to fight against magical creature abuse when she was barely eleven?
What was the whole core of this?
No, it's easier to let him talk for a change. When he produces a flame, she startles, the motion subtle enough that she nearly missed it. Wandless magic? No - just magic. His magic.]
I've never seen you cast before. [That one's whispered, almost fascinated, before his words make sense.] Oh - I see. So you would. Hm. I'm not sure I like the idea of it being out of my control.
[ When you've had fine control of your magic, losing it isn't ideal. ]
Perhaps seeing if you have any affinity for mine would tell us if it would be useful in a wand.
[ He twists sideways and leans to snag a bag closer, digs a small pouch and tips a series of small gems out onto the table. There are a mix of colours, but the largest quantity seem to be shades of blue. Which is nothing to do with it being Anduin's usual colour, total coincidence.
He studies her a long moment, then shifts his hand and picks up one with a reddish hue. He flicks it into the air and then channels magic into it thoughtfully, causing it to hang in the air and rotate slowly, suspended by the fiery beams spilling from his hands. ]
[That sounds like a challenge and an interesting thing to try and figure out, so of course she is interested. As he rumages through his bag, she takes another few sips of tea, simply watching him for a few moments, in silence with her own thoughts.
A dragon.
Using a human body to walk among them all, undistinguishable from a regular human aside from the eyes. And even those...] I thought you were a vampire. [She isn't very aware she said that out loud, before he starts to float a gem in front of her.]
No, no - [Well.] They're unsettling, to be sure. They made me curious, I suppose, is a way of putting it. [A little smile. Awkward.] I've been accused of being nosey.
[But - anyway. She reaches out and plucks the gem from his hand, clutching it in her fist. It feels warm to the touch. The fact that he is not, in fact a vampire, but that he is a dragon (fire and earth are his affinity, apparently) makes her think that the gem would be useful with fire spells. Not that she wants to set this house on fire.
She casts a quick glance about the room, and settles on the candle lit between them on the table. Leans forward, and blows it out, plunging them into darkness. With the gem warm in her hand, she thinks incendio, and the wick goes alight with a small flame.]
[She hasn't cast Incendio wandlessly before, and it fills her with a sort of unexpected joy, which cuts through the bubble of anger that's been festering since the time she drank from the villagers' vial. So yes, she is grinning, proud of herself, when she drops the gem back in his hand.]
That was impressive nevertheless. I would very much like to see how you create enchanted objects.
It depends on the property you are trying to imbue and the type of object. Some volatile or more powerful magics require a stabilising element.
[ He begins packing the gems carefully back into the pouch, thinking that over. His eyes flit sideways to the potion bottle as he ties the pouch closed, and he slips a hand underneath his robe again to run along his side and over the skin his back. The slight quiver of unsteadiness has, at least, left him now.
Talking about nerdy magic theory is comforting. Wrathion is not a cool kid at all. ]
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Hold on a second, you reveal to be you're a dragon - and nevermind the fact that you look nothing like the dragons I've seen so there's that - and then just casually switch to talking about wand cores again?!
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[ Also, wear fashionable. He turns sideways and loosens his robe, shrugging it off one shoulder. The curse scratches along his back have started to seep blood in places, and the blood is... not quite red. It has a faint, molten glow.
Like magma. ]
It is, however, causing me problems when it cannot be healed. If these get worse I'll be destroying clothing.
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She relaxes a little bit when he doesn't, actually, take it all the way off, but then she sees the scratches and frowns, suddenly both worried and curious enough to want to touch it and see if it burns.]
I don't know if any of my potions would work on you, then - but it's worth trying. You'll need to wait a few days, the poultice that heals cuts requires more time to brew here. Must have to do with the replacement I'm using for Murtlap.
[A pause after that, and she glances up.] I would never want to see you caged, for the record.
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I'm glad to hear it.
[ He's just going to sip this tea, and try to slow the racing of his heart.
He'd maybe lost his cool. This had been a very alarming series of revelations. The tea is helping him not panic over having just outed himself. ]
My blood has powerful magic properties. My natural affinity is earth and fire, if that will make a difference.
[ You know, if he bleeds into a wand for you. Like friends do.
Is it better or worse if your friends blood is powering your wand? ]
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Her heartbeat is pouding - so she can only hope that keen senses don't count among the skills of a dragon in disguise.
(Does he have a hoard? No, I can't ask that, it'd be rude.)
The line of thought goes towards his blood again, and the possibility of him using it for a wand is just out of this world, so it flies right over her head.]
For the poultice? [Actually considers this.] Maybe it might - I don't think I've brewed anything like that.
[She knows of nine uses for dragon blood and she is not going to start thinking about them, because - because what was once a comfort (the ability to memorise homework) feels tainted now. Feels wrong, in light of these revelations, to even know that you can use dragonblood to get rid of verrucas.]
Ah - I did bring a healing potion with me. [She does reach into her bag now, summons it into her hand and holds it out, bottled inside a perfume bottle from the palazzo.] It is magical, but I'll grant you it might not work. Maybe just take a sip and see?
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[ Properties for the wand, you see. Still, he sets aside his tea and reaches out for the potion bottle. His hand is very slightly unsteady, but he's maintaining a dignified air and pretending it isn't. It's hidden quickly once he grips the bottle and begins to inspect it. ]
Anduin found none of his most powerful healing spells could touch them, and normally there is little he cannot heal.
[ Anduin Wrynn, blessed by the light, should be able to bring people back from the brink of death. Strange that a few scratches would stop him. Wrathion uncaps the bottle and sniffs it curiously, trying to get a read on what she's put in it. Curiosity more than suspicion. ]
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You...want to make me a wand still? With...your blood? [Her voice does go slightly up on those last few words, because the statement is not fully sinking in.
Oh - oh. She sees it now. He's not very clear on rules of social interractions with humans, is he? That makes more sense.]
Isn't that exploitative?
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[ He takes a small sip of the potion, sets it down and waits -- one hand reaching under his robe and over his side to tentatively feel for the scratches. To see if they will begin to heal. ]
I've been crafting a backup communicator for Anduin. It contains my blood. Do you believe he is exploiting me?
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Of course not - no. I don't have a better word for it. [Intimate? Maybe it'd be just very intimate.
The dragon heartstring core of this wand, and the one of her wand, they belonged to faceless, nameless, long gone dragons. She cannot imagine how having a different wand will feel. What if it doesn't work? What if that potential wand does not, in fact, choose her?]
I don't know what...dragonblood in a wand...would do to my magic.
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[ He moves his hands from his back to pick up his tea again, something to do with his hands. Something to focus on. ]
If your previous source did not have the same gifts I have, the natural magic in it may be less... potent. If that is the case, but the concept is sound, we could adjust the quantities or use something else. A scale, perhaps.
[ He takes a sip of his tea, lets the cup rest on the desk with his hands laced around it. ]
The items I make do not require magic to use because they contain so much. Someone with no talent at all could activate a spell I weave into something, the same way anyone can drink the potions you make. Even if this does not work the way you want, there is a chance I could still make you something else as an... alternative.
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[Wasn't that the biggest fear? Not being able to fend for herself without it, in this unforgiving world she's been pulled into? Not being able to make it back home? She draws in a breath, looking down at her tea cup as if it will reveal some secrets to her.
She frets in place, worries her lower lip between her teeth.] I...I want that. [Glances at him quickly, almost embarrassed to admit to that kind of desire. The desire to stay powerful, and safe. To save herself, at any point.
Still.] But - I thought I'd disappointed you. Why offer this still?
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[ His mistakes, in fact, were far more fatal than not criticising the source of a wand core. He sets aside his cup, turns one hand palm up. ]
The magic I use is different to yours, if I weave a spell into something it won't be your magic anymore. It will be mine, your control will be... limited.
[ His fingers shift, barely perceptibly, and a flame conjures into his hand, dances, vanishes. ]
It would need a stronger conduit, too. Something to bind the magic to, to store the spells. I usually embed gems into things. A focus to channel through is different to something that holds magical potential ready to cast.
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What was the whole core of this?
No, it's easier to let him talk for a change. When he produces a flame, she startles, the motion subtle enough that she nearly missed it. Wandless magic? No - just magic. His magic.]
I've never seen you cast before. [That one's whispered, almost fascinated, before his words make sense.] Oh - I see. So you would. Hm. I'm not sure I like the idea of it being out of my control.
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[ When you've had fine control of your magic, losing it isn't ideal. ]
Perhaps seeing if you have any affinity for mine would tell us if it would be useful in a wand.
[ He twists sideways and leans to snag a bag closer, digs a small pouch and tips a series of small gems out onto the table. There are a mix of colours, but the largest quantity seem to be shades of blue. Which is nothing to do with it being Anduin's usual colour, total coincidence.
He studies her a long moment, then shifts his hand and picks up one with a reddish hue. He flicks it into the air and then channels magic into it thoughtfully, causing it to hang in the air and rotate slowly, suspended by the fiery beams spilling from his hands. ]
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A dragon.
Using a human body to walk among them all, undistinguishable from a regular human aside from the eyes. And even those...] I thought you were a vampire. [She isn't very aware she said that out loud, before he starts to float a gem in front of her.]
Um. Alright - what am I meant to do?
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My eyes? Do they bother you?
[ He tilts his head, thoughtful, then releases the gem and catches it with one hand. He holds it out to her. ]
I've infused this with fire magic. See if you can feel it, then see if you can use it.
[ The kind of instructions given by someone who just expects people to work it out. ]
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[But - anyway. She reaches out and plucks the gem from his hand, clutching it in her fist. It feels warm to the touch. The fact that he is not, in fact a vampire, but that he is a dragon (fire and earth are his affinity, apparently) makes her think that the gem would be useful with fire spells. Not that she wants to set this house on fire.
She casts a quick glance about the room, and settles on the candle lit between them on the table. Leans forward, and blows it out, plunging them into darkness. With the gem warm in her hand, she thinks incendio, and the wick goes alight with a small flame.]
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It relights, and he flickers a small smile. ]
Well, that proves the base concept. Now we just need to see how well we can make it work on a grander scale.
[ He holds out his hand for the gem again, tilts his head thoughtfully. ]
And with other types of magic. That was likely the easiest.
[ Fire with dragon blood is very much a given. ]
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That was impressive nevertheless. I would very much like to see how you create enchanted objects.
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[ He begins packing the gems carefully back into the pouch, thinking that over. His eyes flit sideways to the potion bottle as he ties the pouch closed, and he slips a hand underneath his robe again to run along his side and over the skin his back. The slight quiver of unsteadiness has, at least, left him now.
Talking about nerdy magic theory is comforting. Wrathion is not a cool kid at all. ]