"I just did!" Jigano pointed out with a laugh. "And of course. Anyone can read it - we just keep it in the Hall since it's useful enough we want anyone who comes by to be able to access it. People are free to copy the information down for themselves though, if they wish." There was too great a chance of the book never coming back if they let it walk out with someone who might lose it or forget it somewhere else, leaving it years or decades before it was found again.
Boggarts were a more serious matter, alas, and he looked over to his friend with concern at the anger in Loren's voice. "We killed the one who did it, if it's any consolation," he said quietly. "If we run into one today it'll take the face of someone you love, most likely, or perhaps someone you've lost. Or me," he added with a brief nod of acknowledgment that he was just as likely to have his memories robbed as the the mage beside him.
They turned and twisted, following the broad, easy paths through the Flowerbirth-ful hedges. The leaves were glossy and bright green with new growth, the grass soft and plush beneath their feet and the squirrels murmured softly around them - but not too close. Jigano glared at one that had hopped into the path about twenty feet ahead of them, the cheeky rodent stopping to watch them get closer before it bounded ahead a little ways, stopping again at the next split in the path before chirping a bright: "Follow me!" and heading to the right.
"One of these days an Outlander over the age of thirty will come through," Jigano said with a grin. "Maybe they'll let us test our magic on them then." He paused thoughtfully, then arched a brow. "Or perhaps we can set up a traveling healing stall in Snowcloak? They seem far less biased against magic there. It might be something to consider, especially for building goodwill between our regions."
The squirrel ahead of them might have been just far enough to avoid his ire, but the ones nearest him in the hedge weren't so lucky, and he grinned wryly at Loren's snort. "I know I shouldn't... but I have no doubt the little bastards would be just as happy to eat me if they could get me down, so I don't feel too bad about it." The circle of life, and all that. Live by the thorn, die by the thorn. Though the weight of beady black eyes on them as they continued further and further in the maze's depths was beginning to grow concerning.
Loren's divine conundrum had a smile quirking at Jigano's lips again at the mention of 'something sexual.' "Using illusion to enhance your... appearance," he said delicately, but with a wicked grin revealing that he was thinking of something more specific, "would certainly count, I'd think?"
Boggarts were a more serious matter, alas, and he looked over to his friend with concern at the anger in Loren's voice. "We killed the one who did it, if it's any consolation," he said quietly. "If we run into one today it'll take the face of someone you love, most likely, or perhaps someone you've lost. Or me," he added with a brief nod of acknowledgment that he was just as likely to have his memories robbed as the the mage beside him.
They turned and twisted, following the broad, easy paths through the Flowerbirth-ful hedges. The leaves were glossy and bright green with new growth, the grass soft and plush beneath their feet and the squirrels murmured softly around them - but not too close. Jigano glared at one that had hopped into the path about twenty feet ahead of them, the cheeky rodent stopping to watch them get closer before it bounded ahead a little ways, stopping again at the next split in the path before chirping a bright: "Follow me!" and heading to the right.
"One of these days an Outlander over the age of thirty will come through," Jigano said with a grin. "Maybe they'll let us test our magic on them then." He paused thoughtfully, then arched a brow. "Or perhaps we can set up a traveling healing stall in Snowcloak? They seem far less biased against magic there. It might be something to consider, especially for building goodwill between our regions."
The squirrel ahead of them might have been just far enough to avoid his ire, but the ones nearest him in the hedge weren't so lucky, and he grinned wryly at Loren's snort. "I know I shouldn't... but I have no doubt the little bastards would be just as happy to eat me if they could get me down, so I don't feel too bad about it." The circle of life, and all that. Live by the thorn, die by the thorn. Though the weight of beady black eyes on them as they continued further and further in the maze's depths was beginning to grow concerning.
Loren's divine conundrum had a smile quirking at Jigano's lips again at the mention of 'something sexual.' "Using illusion to enhance your... appearance," he said delicately, but with a wicked grin revealing that he was thinking of something more specific, "would certainly count, I'd think?"
