Post by Paperbag Fill on Oct 30, 2022 18:00:46 GMT
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Desert country. It made sense, but John had wondered if Silvaria would share her unique experience regarding the area. Perhaps she did not wish to focus on this specific topic too much as part of the conversation, which he could and would, of course, respect. At least, she seemed to have fond memories, although the small inkling of doubt began to seep into his mind as her speech slowed a little regarding her past. Reluctant to share or all not completely as fond as she tried to make it seem.
Well, he wished to keep his past secret. He would do well to respect her privacy and not think too much of it.
Her explanation on magic, however, could not be more enrapturing to him than anything else. The methods of acquiring magic or learning it could be done through multiple avenues, not dissimilar to metahumans. However, there seemed to be two broad categories. Sorcerers and wizards. Sorcerers born with the power innately and worked best with their one method of magic while wizards learn the power through study, often learning multiple different variations of conducting magic.
So would a witch fit into the latter category? His train of thought was interrupted as Silvaria asked her question. John found himself pausing, not quite at a loss for words as much as trying to find the right words. Technically, he could and had done before a lot of moving around. After all, his abilities lended itself to that particular freedom, but Silvaria was asking more about in terms of residence.
And that is how he would choose to answer the question.
"I haven't moved around a lot. Just once to set up shop in Millennium. I am not sure being on the road constantly would be the life for me unless I had someone to share the trip with. All about the journey, not the destination, and all that jazz."
What else should he say? Would Silvaria be fine with that as answer? His hand clutched his drink and took a few sips before settling it down. Had he touched his food at all since he started talking? Would it be rude if he started now? Why was he thinking about it so much? Where he originated before coming to Millennium was his own business. His attention was further stolen by Kore as John turned his head to give a good look at the situation developing. It seems Kore's feline companion and Winston were not completely getting along yet. John smiled. He had faith in Winston's socialization skills. Much more than he had faith in his own skills.
Winston simply let loose a small whine, almost a whimper as the canine noticed how frantic and nervous Shade demonstrated to be by leaping back up into Kore's lap. The canine accepted Kore's hand brushing against his head, chewing on the small piece of breakfast sausage she offered, before lowering himself down. Lying on the floor and resting his head on his two front paws, Winston simply glanced up and did his best puppy dog eyes, nearly forgetting he was a fully grown dog. Another soft whimper before a light and happy bark followed. He just wanted to make a new friend.
However, Kore had a few concerns John needed to address, although he would not say they were unwarranted. How would he explain this one without tipping anything off? Although, a small part of him wondered how much that was of any use at this table. Especially after Carmen had to open her mouth about him. Sacha too for that matter. His eyes quickly shifted to Winston, then back to the cat. It was no ordinary creature, and the way Kore asked that question.
"Winston knows to take playtime outside. If you're asking if he'll get hurt, it's . . . unlikely. I found that out not long after I got him."
Good. That last one was technically not a lie.
John's eyes quickly shifted over to Sacha as she asked Kore for a drink. Not his place or problem but, if things got out of hand with any of them, he would certainly cut off the flow of drinks. Powers and booze do not mix. Not that he would know other than from secondhand experience.
John focused on Silvaria once more, "What you think of Millennium? Swamped in the hero worship culture yet?"
A stereotype for the city but not an unfounded one. John just thought it a little funny.
Well, he wished to keep his past secret. He would do well to respect her privacy and not think too much of it.
Her explanation on magic, however, could not be more enrapturing to him than anything else. The methods of acquiring magic or learning it could be done through multiple avenues, not dissimilar to metahumans. However, there seemed to be two broad categories. Sorcerers and wizards. Sorcerers born with the power innately and worked best with their one method of magic while wizards learn the power through study, often learning multiple different variations of conducting magic.
So would a witch fit into the latter category? His train of thought was interrupted as Silvaria asked her question. John found himself pausing, not quite at a loss for words as much as trying to find the right words. Technically, he could and had done before a lot of moving around. After all, his abilities lended itself to that particular freedom, but Silvaria was asking more about in terms of residence.
And that is how he would choose to answer the question.
"I haven't moved around a lot. Just once to set up shop in Millennium. I am not sure being on the road constantly would be the life for me unless I had someone to share the trip with. All about the journey, not the destination, and all that jazz."
What else should he say? Would Silvaria be fine with that as answer? His hand clutched his drink and took a few sips before settling it down. Had he touched his food at all since he started talking? Would it be rude if he started now? Why was he thinking about it so much? Where he originated before coming to Millennium was his own business. His attention was further stolen by Kore as John turned his head to give a good look at the situation developing. It seems Kore's feline companion and Winston were not completely getting along yet. John smiled. He had faith in Winston's socialization skills. Much more than he had faith in his own skills.
Winston simply let loose a small whine, almost a whimper as the canine noticed how frantic and nervous Shade demonstrated to be by leaping back up into Kore's lap. The canine accepted Kore's hand brushing against his head, chewing on the small piece of breakfast sausage she offered, before lowering himself down. Lying on the floor and resting his head on his two front paws, Winston simply glanced up and did his best puppy dog eyes, nearly forgetting he was a fully grown dog. Another soft whimper before a light and happy bark followed. He just wanted to make a new friend.
However, Kore had a few concerns John needed to address, although he would not say they were unwarranted. How would he explain this one without tipping anything off? Although, a small part of him wondered how much that was of any use at this table. Especially after Carmen had to open her mouth about him. Sacha too for that matter. His eyes quickly shifted to Winston, then back to the cat. It was no ordinary creature, and the way Kore asked that question.
"Winston knows to take playtime outside. If you're asking if he'll get hurt, it's . . . unlikely. I found that out not long after I got him."
Good. That last one was technically not a lie.
John's eyes quickly shifted over to Sacha as she asked Kore for a drink. Not his place or problem but, if things got out of hand with any of them, he would certainly cut off the flow of drinks. Powers and booze do not mix. Not that he would know other than from secondhand experience.
John focused on Silvaria once more, "What you think of Millennium? Swamped in the hero worship culture yet?"
A stereotype for the city but not an unfounded one. John just thought it a little funny.