[ Kahlil has kept his word since their first meeting, showing up to each of their sessions on time. Somehow he managed to power his way through the books she originally gave him, and through these two months - barring the interruption of the omens, he's managed to make progress. Whenever a rune or phrase in Ancient Thornean turns up in a spell, he copies it down with a little scribble about the spell its used for.
He fails a lot in those first weeks of practical spellwork. But he's stubborn and quick-witted, and his penchant for language means he's undeterred.
Unfortunately, he quickly learns what he expected about his original motive for learning: the wards and protections around the castle are far too complicated for him to figure out how to dispel on his own. This, though, he keeps to himself.
He's managed to perfect a simple protection spell, at least. A single use casting that mitigates some of the physical damage done to the one protected. It drains him horribly, though, and he ends up napping after nearly every class.
This time he finds her after she's done with her last class of the day. He knocks on the open door to announce himself. In one hand is a bottle of blackberry mead. He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. ]
A thank you, for all the lessons. [ He lifts the bottle with a wry grin. ] To share, if you have a moment to spare - and drinking with students isn't against your rules.
[ He's always been friendly in their interactions, carefully reading her mood. ]
yennefer;
He fails a lot in those first weeks of practical spellwork. But he's stubborn and quick-witted, and his penchant for language means he's undeterred.
Unfortunately, he quickly learns what he expected about his original motive for learning: the wards and protections around the castle are far too complicated for him to figure out how to dispel on his own. This, though, he keeps to himself.
He's managed to perfect a simple protection spell, at least. A single use casting that mitigates some of the physical damage done to the one protected. It drains him horribly, though, and he ends up napping after nearly every class.
This time he finds her after she's done with her last class of the day. He knocks on the open door to announce himself. In one hand is a bottle of blackberry mead. He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. ]
A thank you, for all the lessons. [ He lifts the bottle with a wry grin. ] To share, if you have a moment to spare - and drinking with students isn't against your rules.
[ He's always been friendly in their interactions, carefully reading her mood. ]