Write, write, write. Their hand was starting to cramp. They'd never written this much down this quickly; it had always just been orders for merchants or notes to someone else (or a quick list for themselves). They shook their writing hand out a little, careful not to drop the pencil.
There was a cold little core forming in Quanil that promised death to any paper wasps they should happen to encounter. But the lecture moved on, and so Quanil shelved that promise away for later. Now was for learning. They did wonder, idly, if they could volunteer for controlled testing of Sentient Book adventures. But that was yet another thing for the mental shelves.
ROUSes both looked and sounded horrifying. Dirty, nasty things. They had the Ruins high on their list of "places to look for Freina" and they made a side note to maybe not go down there alone. And definitely not unarmed.
They might have had more questions about the Stone Golems if they knew more about magic. Their parents had had a hard enough time with their voracious intellectual appetite as it was; if they'd been caught learning about magic, there would have a been a row like no other. So Quanil wasn't really up on all the various magic "schools" or whatever they were called. But a couple of questions did present themselves, so they raised their hand again.
"Do Stone Golems need to eat? Do they seem to want anything other than to be left alone in a dark place?"
There was a cold little core forming in Quanil that promised death to any paper wasps they should happen to encounter. But the lecture moved on, and so Quanil shelved that promise away for later. Now was for learning. They did wonder, idly, if they could volunteer for controlled testing of Sentient Book adventures. But that was yet another thing for the mental shelves.
ROUSes both looked and sounded horrifying. Dirty, nasty things. They had the Ruins high on their list of "places to look for Freina" and they made a side note to maybe not go down there alone. And definitely not unarmed.
They might have had more questions about the Stone Golems if they knew more about magic. Their parents had had a hard enough time with their voracious intellectual appetite as it was; if they'd been caught learning about magic, there would have a been a row like no other. So Quanil wasn't really up on all the various magic "schools" or whatever they were called. But a couple of questions did present themselves, so they raised their hand again.
"Do Stone Golems need to eat? Do they seem to want anything other than to be left alone in a dark place?"
