[ It comes out a little defensive, though he knows Jaskier doesn't mean anything by it. He seems to understand, in fact.
Rhy sits down at the work bench, grabbing one of the small, sharp knives nearby. He addresses the block of wood, slowly. ]
Still, he is different enough I think some people forget that all too easily. Or they decide it does not matter, because he is also more than that.
You see, Kell is what is known as an Antari. One blessed by Magic, the strongest kind of magician -- and the rarest. He is the only one left in all the worlds. [ A beat. Rhy seems to realize something, and corrects himself very softly. The knife cuts into the wood, one small chip at a time. ] Him and one other.
Antari can wield all elements, and command blood magic. They can do things nobody else can. They can cross worlds.
[ He looks up at last at Jaskier, and gestures vaguely at his face (by necessity, with the lumpy block of wood). ]
Antari are marked. They're always born with one black eye.
[ Completely black, no white, no iris, all shiny obsidian. Jaskier has seen it. Perhaps has been unnerved by it, or maybe it didn't really make much of an impression. Rhy doesn't ask him. ]
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[ It comes out a little defensive, though he knows Jaskier doesn't mean anything by it. He seems to understand, in fact.
Rhy sits down at the work bench, grabbing one of the small, sharp knives nearby. He addresses the block of wood, slowly. ]
Still, he is different enough I think some people forget that all too easily. Or they decide it does not matter, because he is also more than that.
You see, Kell is what is known as an Antari. One blessed by Magic, the strongest kind of magician -- and the rarest. He is the only one left in all the worlds. [ A beat. Rhy seems to realize something, and corrects himself very softly. The knife cuts into the wood, one small chip at a time. ] Him and one other.
Antari can wield all elements, and command blood magic. They can do things nobody else can. They can cross worlds.
[ He looks up at last at Jaskier, and gestures vaguely at his face (by necessity, with the lumpy block of wood). ]
Antari are marked. They're always born with one black eye.
[ Completely black, no white, no iris, all shiny obsidian. Jaskier has seen it. Perhaps has been unnerved by it, or maybe it didn't really make much of an impression. Rhy doesn't ask him. ]
As you might imagine, kind of difficult to hide.