Oh dear...seems no one has told you that all elves - especially mages - are at least half magpie; I'm afraid I must take this back to my nest, never to be seen again except when I remember how shiny it is!
[ Her expression is so seamlessly somber she must be joking as she slides the ring onto her thumb; as a mage who favors her staff but still makes use of orb and dagger the muscle in Argent's dominant hand is a little thicker, meaning the ring fits with much less danger of sliding off. She experiments with different holds as she listen to him speak, pausing a moment when a way to at least even out the wild disparity in their heights occurs to her. ]
Here: [ If Emmrich will oblige her, she holds her staff out to him to take in his own grip at first. ] It's mostly in how it's weighted. The quartermaster at Weisshaupt just adored me.
[ The quartermaster thought she was a pain in the ass, but not more difficult than adjusting his specs to work with dwarves. ]
Right. I guess I mean necromancy, but I've seen enough Southern magic to know we think of it differently--it's not just making evil undead to eat whole villages and that kind of dastardly thing. I get it, I think--grinding little people - live ones, dead ones - under the heels of the mighty only works so long. Even little people have a breaking point.
[ If Emmrich's had enough time to familiarize himself with the material differences of their respective staves, she takes it back and wraps the ring-bearing hand around about three-quarters up. ]
From here? Good! But we'll see what happens once I start swinging this beautiful lady around.
[ Yes, she is referring to her staff. Its name is Princess Von Zappenkirk. Esquire. ]
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[ Her expression is so seamlessly somber she must be joking as she slides the ring onto her thumb; as a mage who favors her staff but still makes use of orb and dagger the muscle in Argent's dominant hand is a little thicker, meaning the ring fits with much less danger of sliding off. She experiments with different holds as she listen to him speak, pausing a moment when a way to at least even out the wild disparity in their heights occurs to her. ]
Here: [ If Emmrich will oblige her, she holds her staff out to him to take in his own grip at first. ] It's mostly in how it's weighted. The quartermaster at Weisshaupt just adored me.
[ The quartermaster thought she was a pain in the ass, but not more difficult than adjusting his specs to work with dwarves. ]
Right. I guess I mean necromancy, but I've seen enough Southern magic to know we think of it differently--it's not just making evil undead to eat whole villages and that kind of dastardly thing. I get it, I think--grinding little people - live ones, dead ones - under the heels of the mighty only works so long. Even little people have a breaking point.
[ If Emmrich's had enough time to familiarize himself with the material differences of their respective staves, she takes it back and wraps the ring-bearing hand around about three-quarters up. ]
From here? Good! But we'll see what happens once I start swinging this beautiful lady around.
[ Yes, she is referring to her staff. Its name is Princess Von Zappenkirk. Esquire. ]