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[wythersake]

The Orlesian involves a cliff.

[quaestionespatris]

Does it? How does it go then--not, 'Devotion will be your guide off an indifferent cliff,' surely.

[sounds like something he'd find in one of his mother's dense, depressing Nevarran novels.]

[wythersake]

Maker, you have gone native.

[quaestionespatris]

[he chooses to interpret that as a compliment.]

Your turn. Which spirit?

[he's making an assumption here.]

[wythersake]

I do my own work.

[quaestionespatris]

[that takes the wind right out of his sails. and they were getting on so well!! defensive,] What's that supposed to mean?

[wythersake]

You're aware, I trust, that there's more than one method of regenerative magic -

[ did he mean to be a little bitch? yes. is he willing to gaslight about that? also yes. ]

[quaestionespatris]

[predictably, Octavius cuts him off; his vocational pride is at stake here.]

Yes, ser, [snippy once more,] of course I'm aware of that, I'm not some ignorant--[soporatus, he almost says, thinks better of it, and finishes with,]--apprentice.

You truly believe I don't do my own work?

[wythersake]

Enchanter,

[ a neat correction (if we're invoking apprentices) ]

And certainly, Monsieur, I may only speak to my own craft. Do you doubt yours?

[quaestionespatris]

[he very nearly corrects him with my lord, then bites the inside of his cheek instead. what's he lord of without his seat in the Magisterium or his family's estate?]

Presently, I doubt you've got any manners.

[wythersake]

We may pray for a spirit of Courtesy.

[quaestionespatris]

I'd prefer Clarity to be perfectly honest.

Did you really reach out to me just to needle me about my vocation?

[wythersake]

The question was genuine. I've been a healer some - mn, thirty-odd years. I consider it worthwhile to know my limitations, and those of my colleagues. It's proved an issue before.

[quaestionespatris]

[baffled,] You might simply have led with that and saved us both from, [an irritated wave of the hand, not that he can see it,] whatever this was.

[wythersake]

[ mildly, ]

Monsieur, I asked you two questions. I do not presume to control your reaction to them.

[quaestionespatris]

[these bloody rhetorical mind games--]

Is this how you introduce yourself to all your colleagues?

[wythersake]

[ more or less. ]

Perhaps you might clarify how I've given you special offense.

[quaestionespatris]

[incredulous,]

"I do my own work"?

[wythersake]

I do.

[quaestionespatris]

As do I! [indignant as only the very passionate (and/or the very young) can pull off.]

[wythersake]

Is there a reason, then, that you've raised your voice at me?

[quaestionespatris]

✔️ read.

[ugh!!]