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I haven't used my magic is sometime. I have to admit it's more painful than I imagined. (He likens it to moving a limb after an injury has mostly healed. It's safe to use his powers and he won't injure himself further if he's careful, but there's that deep-seated soreness that never goes away.) Vanyel has told me that there are other magic users around. If you have experience in being injured by magic, I would like to speak to you. I'm curious how you deal with the discomfort.

(Until he gets better answers, he is going to suck it up and bear it.)

Also, is it possible to wish for pets? Nothing too big, of course. I don't want it crowding Van out of the room. (Can you sense the amusement behind those words? He thinks the image is a little funny.) And maybe something that likes music?

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Those without magic don't have the same channels I do. Or, if they do, they don't use them. Healing a Herald-Mage isn't as simple as healing anyone else.

(That isn't pride talking. He wishes his body were less complicated. How many days had he spent confined to his bed after his powers went haywire? Goddess, he had nearly killed Van with them...twice!)

Are all creatures from your world frightening?

... I would have to see if I can find what would need to be healed. If I can, then I can do something. Your magic works differently than that which I am familiar with.

Not all. There are cats and dogs, seafowl and songbirds. But there are odd ones as well - I had never heard of a 'horse' until we came here, for example. We used another creature. One is in the stables, if you would like to meet her.

It would take...mental strength on your part. If you can reach my channels, I can help guide you. (They would have to connect on a deeper level and Tylendel isn't sure he would be comfortable with that.) I can ensure you it would tire you.

I would very much like to meet her. What is she like?

I do function primarily as a mage. [ He sounds a little amused. Sure, he might be older than most of the mages of the castle, but that doesn't really mean anything. ] If it means being of some use, I do not mind falling asleep immediately after, .... aside from any embarrassment that might provide.

[ Because falling asleep on someone would be weird and awkward.

Duke falls silent as he picks up his journal and starts walking. ]

She is a little headstrong, which I do not find terribly surprising as the one who hatched her was particularly... [ Lawful Stupid? Naive? ] stubborn. She gets along well enough with the other stable inhabitants, and is willing to follow directions when I bring up alternatives that would occur should she not.

I'll make sure you have a safe place to sleep. (He isn't going to let Duke fall over or cause them to be in an awkward position.) On the bright side, it might be give you some really deep sleep.

(Which is hard to come by most of the time. ~~At least it's hard to come by when he isn't entangled with Van.~~)

So was Gala. It's a nice trait. (He might be biased, but having a headstrong companion can be an enjoyable - if not frustrating - experience.) I'd rather not have some poor creature who can't think for themselves.

It will be some time since the last time I have done anything that resulted in me being asleep, though.

[ No, the last time he worked on something tricky, he ended up with a sword wedged in his ribs. Completely different from falling asleep. ]

It is, although not so much when one would like to be moving rather than standing and eating grass. But will is appreciated, as it can allow for noticing what a rider doesn't and acting on it.

I'll do everything in my power to not attack you. My powers haven't gone awry since I arrived, but that's not terribly comforting, is it?

(No swords. He might have to deal with lightning bolts, fire and terribly, destructive wind, though.)

What does she like? What makes her happy? Maybe you could find a way to work together?

I have a formula - spell - that allows for dispersion of magic. Testing that - if you are able to try - could provide safety regardless of accidental magic. Worst case, I heal myself as well.

[ Sounds like a Mordio - likely to knock him about and probably burn his clothing. ]

Generally, normal things. Carrots, sometimes apples. Believe she likes the beans that produce the drink coffee as well, otherwise I can't figure out why she's named as a variant. We get along well enough, but speed is an of and on thing.

I would be willing. My teacher used to call me her demon-child. You might get to see one of the reasons she used that oh so affectionate terminology.

(Savil is one of a kind. She isn't his biological mother, but she is the mother of his heart.)

Cocoa? That is a strange craving for a...well...whatever she is. Does she look like a horse?

I do not know if any nicknames were given to me, aside from variations of stubborn with some unflattering nouns.

[ Granted, he'd been fighting those nicknaming him. It might have something to do with it. ]

I assume so. Horses seem to lack the facial armoring or exact hoof shape similarity, and their hair seems thicker along the back and the tail is of a different construction. And ... Cappuccino, is her name.

You sound like the perfect man for the job, then. (With Duke and Van on the case, he might just become comfortable being a Mage again.) Facial armoring, hm? Cappuccino sounds like quite the lady. I would like to see her sometime. I like hanging around the stables as it is.

[ Duke doesn't exactly have anything to say to that. There's an awkward attempted start to something, then he falls silent again. What would be a proper reaction? ]

... Thank ...you? [ He definitely sounds confused about it though. ]

A related - generally wild - breed has golden horns. If you don't have plans for today, other than seeking out aid for your magic.... could meet there?

[ He never knows when he's moving too fast or too slow. ]

(That causes him to smile.)

I'm only telling you what I see. (And he needs someone stubborn because, let's face it, he's stubborn.)

I'd be happy to meet you there. (A distraction from his own guilt would be nice.) Would I make a better impression if I brought along some cocoa beans?

[ Duke doesn't reply to that, because he's stupidly literal at times, and he's fairly certain that he's never met Tylendel, and thus there's no 'seeing' going on but-

oh well. He'll give himself a headache thinking too hard on it. ]

Plain sugar or carrots are also acceptable. Occasionally sweet onions as well, although I tend to avoid those simply for the scent it gives her breath.

[ Duke will just... be in the stables, journal out of reach of the tan-brown creature, which is half interested in eating some of his hair. ]

(Tylendel meant "seeing" in a metaphorical sense, but the literal will be quite true as soon as he makes his way to the stables. He makes note of the other foods Cappuccino likes and settles on wishing for some sugar cubes. He puts the sugar cubes in a bag and strides over to the stables - he wasn't that far away considering his propensity for loving the outdoors.

Upon spotting Duke, he walks up and smiles.)

No one likes onion breath.

[ duke turns and takes a half step to allow Tylendel to reach the quietta without duke being terribly in the way. ]

True enough. Believe garlic is worse, but those generally are without hint of sweet to entice her to eat them.

[ But the vaguely horse-like creature has spotted Tylendel and is curious, leaning out. Other than the horn-like plating that goes down its muzzle a bit and back off to shelter its neck, it looks like maybe someone crossed a deer with something that had a thick coat and more lionlike tail. ]

(Tylendel steps up beside him, at a loss for words when he finally sees Cappuccino. After a long pause, he lets out a breath.)

I'd say give her whatever she wants. She's definitely one of a kind.

(Quite artistic, really.)

Can you really ride her?

[ Duke... just needs to give Tylendel a particularly tried look. Its a look of 'Do I look vaguely incompetent or something'. ]

Quietta are what horses are in other worlds. ... Possibly most worlds. I wouldn't have been much of a knight if I couldn't ride.

[ He turns back toward Cappuccino, finding where armored face meets with snout and rubbing. ]

... and holding onto something that goes across the ground is far easier than anything that flies.

(It seems to Tylendel that one would have to be more than competent to ride such a mare, but he'll keep that to himself.)

It's hard for me to imagine knights riding out on... (He shakes his head and opens the bag, offering Cappuccino a sugar cube.)

I've never been flying, though it feels like you're flying when you're riding a Comapnion.

[ Usually there is someone more interested in training them for a more mellow attitude than Duke keeping track of the quietta. Duke just.. generally doesn't care, so long as they listen. ]

If you're imagining full armor, that may be part of the problem. [ Cappuccino is very interested in that sugar cube. Tylendel may be relieved to find that those are some very horse-like teeth. ]

.... That fast? [ That's the only thing Duke can think of to make something 'feel like flying'. ]

(Tylendel isn't someone who likes completely mellow horses. Though Gala could hardly be compared to a horse - besides her shape - she was very hard-headed and mischievous, which matched his own personality almost too well. He has humbled a lot since then.)

What do you wear? (His expression softens and he strokes over Cappuccino's muzzle.) You are a unique lady, Cappuccino. I'm beginning to see your beauty.

(He nods faintly.) Companions can go over the roughest terrain as if it's nothing and they can run exceptional distances without tiring.

Plate is reserved for limbs - legs and arms, occasionally shoulders and helm. A layering of cloth and woven metal that covers the torso. The exact amount of cloth varies uniform by uniform... [ Duke grimaces. ]

There was a man who went about with his chest bared in the shape of a heart. How he survived as long as he did as captain I will never know.

That sounds very helpful for.. [ he pauses, trying to remember the word Vanyel had used. ] ... Circuits?

That's more than Heralds wear. (They're usually just in their Whites with a sword or some other weapon for protection.)

Really? (He blinks and frowns a little. That sounds weird.)

Exactly. (Duke nails one of the main duties for Heralds.) We go where we're told and do what we're told. The journey isn't easy by a long-shot when you're talking about riding to the borders.

He was... unsavory. [ Duke's way of saying "a creep". ]

Sounds similar, although without the monsters to make anything slower. Although your actions seemed to be less of .... military aim than otherwise. [ A guess, but Tylendel said 'we' so. ]

Sounds like it. I wouldn't want to be seen beside someone like that. (Even his beloved peacock had better taste than that.)

There are rival Mages who can summon all sorts of beasts. (Like he had.) Companions can fight for their bonded. You never want to anger a Companion. They are intelligent and quick with those silver hooves.

Heralds can fight if needed, but we're mainly used by the monarchy to bring messages and peace to the kingdom.

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