That torture thing was more complicated than that. It's insane bullshit, but they ain't just torturin' anyone they could catch. And Free Cities is fuckin' enlistin' us! Thorne wants us alive, they need us to get the Singularity. Free Cities wants cannon fodder.
[ And she doesn't know what Solvunn wants -- it kind of sounds like they just didn't want to be left out of the fun. Either way, it's where everyone else she knows decided to stay, so it doesn't feel like there's much of a choice, unless she makes a whole bunch of other close friends within the next few days. Maybe they can at least leave Cadens if things get bad, go to one of the other cities.
But she nods; it could be worse. From across the room, a small stack of papers, wrapped in string, floats toward them, carried by her third hand. She sets them down in front of herself, and the top sheet is tightly written script. Notes. ]
So, I have these... I wrote down everythin' I was able to learn from Polly, and the stuff I learned on my own. [ The innkeeper's wife, Julie's boss, had been her main source of magical guidance, had taught her the basics of better directing the magic once she'd managed to harness it. She'd told Julie the methods that the natives of Nott used to teach their children to control their magic, the little techniques and tricks to regulate themselves while they learned. In the other cities, she'd said, they taught their children to suppress the magic, to not use it until they were in school and could learn from books, that most of them lost touch with the innate ability to simply do it. Like learning to speak multiple languages, it's something that children simply pick up as they go, but only in Nott do they bother encouraging such a thing. ] It's not like, a lot, but it's what I got. She says that I must have a knack, 'cause she said most people can't find as much magic as I can.
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[ And she doesn't know what Solvunn wants -- it kind of sounds like they just didn't want to be left out of the fun. Either way, it's where everyone else she knows decided to stay, so it doesn't feel like there's much of a choice, unless she makes a whole bunch of other close friends within the next few days. Maybe they can at least leave Cadens if things get bad, go to one of the other cities.
But she nods; it could be worse. From across the room, a small stack of papers, wrapped in string, floats toward them, carried by her third hand. She sets them down in front of herself, and the top sheet is tightly written script. Notes. ]
So, I have these... I wrote down everythin' I was able to learn from Polly, and the stuff I learned on my own. [ The innkeeper's wife, Julie's boss, had been her main source of magical guidance, had taught her the basics of better directing the magic once she'd managed to harness it. She'd told Julie the methods that the natives of Nott used to teach their children to control their magic, the little techniques and tricks to regulate themselves while they learned. In the other cities, she'd said, they taught their children to suppress the magic, to not use it until they were in school and could learn from books, that most of them lost touch with the innate ability to simply do it. Like learning to speak multiple languages, it's something that children simply pick up as they go, but only in Nott do they bother encouraging such a thing. ] It's not like, a lot, but it's what I got. She says that I must have a knack, 'cause she said most people can't find as much magic as I can.