Adam's loss echoed through the bond, a reminder that no matter when it happened, the marriage would be missing a key participant. Worse, though, would have been if Adam had survived while Peter had not, the bard suspected. He would never think that Adam was better off dead, but if he had to go, at least he and the man he loved had been able to travel to Mort's hall together.
Few lovers could be so lucky.
He made a face at her amusement, teasing back. "Helping our newest - and youngest - Loreseeker find a missing sister," he explained. "My part was, unfortunately, to serve entirely as a boggart chew toy until Sam and... I think her name was Weaver? Chased it off with a combination of Sam's barrier and her fire magic." His smile was rueful, but there was a bitter twinge of failure and disappointment beneath the humor. "The stronger I get, the less able I seem to become at actually using that power wisely or well." Remi's words rang clearly in his memory, the misunderstanding of others that greater physical and magical strength equated to any sort of competence or superiority when all too often it seemed to come with the opposite.
Her suggestion for their training was met with an eager nod, and he watched her manipulating the strange magic of her bracer avidly. "I've always wondered how Remi did that," he murmured, curiosity sparking hard within his breast. Fire sparked alongside it, dancing around his hands in subconscious response. He shook his head to focus on the task at hand, gathering the fire into a ball the size of his head, nurturing it between his hands as he tried to think of how Deimos controlled it so effortlessly. "Ready?" When she was set safely in the water he hefted the weightless sphere of twisting flames and then threw it towards the Shield's shield, intending for the burning ball to hit the center of the metal disc squarely. "Well... maybe it will come out under pressure?" he suggested, wondering what new surprises the day would hold for them both.
Few lovers could be so lucky.
He made a face at her amusement, teasing back. "Helping our newest - and youngest - Loreseeker find a missing sister," he explained. "My part was, unfortunately, to serve entirely as a boggart chew toy until Sam and... I think her name was Weaver? Chased it off with a combination of Sam's barrier and her fire magic." His smile was rueful, but there was a bitter twinge of failure and disappointment beneath the humor. "The stronger I get, the less able I seem to become at actually using that power wisely or well." Remi's words rang clearly in his memory, the misunderstanding of others that greater physical and magical strength equated to any sort of competence or superiority when all too often it seemed to come with the opposite.
Her suggestion for their training was met with an eager nod, and he watched her manipulating the strange magic of her bracer avidly. "I've always wondered how Remi did that," he murmured, curiosity sparking hard within his breast. Fire sparked alongside it, dancing around his hands in subconscious response. He shook his head to focus on the task at hand, gathering the fire into a ball the size of his head, nurturing it between his hands as he tried to think of how Deimos controlled it so effortlessly. "Ready?" When she was set safely in the water he hefted the weightless sphere of twisting flames and then threw it towards the Shield's shield, intending for the burning ball to hit the center of the metal disc squarely. "Well... maybe it will come out under pressure?" he suggested, wondering what new surprises the day would hold for them both.
