[There's plenty to take in over in the Thornean section, though Sypha views it all through a sliiiightly judgmental lens. These are the people who imprisoned Alucard and many others upon their arrival, after all. Not surprising that their mages are mired in pedagogy and reliant on tools.
A line spilling from one booth blocks the aisle, forcing her to slow. She pops a fried cheese curd into her mouth and stretches onto her toes to find the cause of the traffic jam. At her elbow, someone murmurs: I don’t…I’m not sure it actually does anything.
Sypha's gaze flicks between the thin, pale man and the object of his skeptical squint. Some kind of large crystal ball? It looks mundane as anything, minus some arcane sparklies. Pure bunk.
Locking eyes with the stranger, she raises a finger and calls a single spark of lightning to its tip. The glow flickers in her eyes as she grins.] I know one way to test it!
[With a soft zzt! the mote zings into the booth and strikes the orb]
I had to go Orb
A line spilling from one booth blocks the aisle, forcing her to slow. She pops a fried cheese curd into her mouth and stretches onto her toes to find the cause of the traffic jam. At her elbow, someone murmurs: I don’t…I’m not sure it actually does anything.
Sypha's gaze flicks between the thin, pale man and the object of his skeptical squint. Some kind of large crystal ball? It looks mundane as anything, minus some arcane sparklies. Pure bunk.
Locking eyes with the stranger, she raises a finger and calls a single spark of lightning to its tip. The glow flickers in her eyes as she grins.] I know one way to test it!
[With a soft zzt! the mote zings into the booth and strikes the orb]