Peering up from his spot on the floor, the rifter sorcerer realises he truly seems to have lucked out, because he listens to that amiable explanation from the mage and feels it wash over him like a soothing tide; exactly the sort of contextualisation he appreciates, and the sort of speech Doctor Strange might’ve given on the nature of magic back home, too. It’s been a curious experience, finding himself on the back foot and needing to start again from near-scratch.
“Lyrium,” Strange repeats, his brow crinkling in thought as he combs his memory for that reference. He’s an excellent student, but there has been quite a lot of information to absorb during this introductory period.
“Magical steroids, right?” Are Thedans familiar with the concept of steroids? He adjusts, recites what he remembers: “Processed and used to enchant items, and mages can ingest them to enhance their own abilities? I don’t know yet what’s special about the red kind, though.”
(He also puts a mental pin in the phrase the samples we’re experimenting on, which seems ominous.)
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“Lyrium,” Strange repeats, his brow crinkling in thought as he combs his memory for that reference. He’s an excellent student, but there has been quite a lot of information to absorb during this introductory period.
“Magical steroids, right?” Are Thedans familiar with the concept of steroids? He adjusts, recites what he remembers: “Processed and used to enchant items, and mages can ingest them to enhance their own abilities? I don’t know yet what’s special about the red kind, though.”
(He also puts a mental pin in the phrase the samples we’re experimenting on, which seems ominous.)