Fauntleroy purses her lips and forces herself to recall the sigils needed in a ritual to detect magic. It helps disappointingly little to soothe her temper as Carwyn heads her way. She sits up, straight backed, and adjust her glasses to glare up at the cleric.
“This is, by my count, the second time in an hour or so that you interrupt me, Master Gwirionedd,” she says, trying to keep her voice measured— yet she makes no effort to keep her voice quiet.“What is so pressing that you suddenly need to talk to me about it? If it is about the mists, I am well aware. Anything else can wait until I have finished up my class, I’d say.”
She resolutely turns back to her spell book. “Now where were we...Ah, yes. It will take a bit before you’ll be able to cast your first spell properly. Unlike ‘Divine’ magic or even worse sorcerers, a wizard doesn’t cheat. They get where they are through thorough study and discipline.”
“This is, by my count, the second time in an hour or so that you interrupt me, Master Gwirionedd,” she says, trying to keep her voice measured— yet she makes no effort to keep her voice quiet.“What is so pressing that you suddenly need to talk to me about it? If it is about the mists, I am well aware. Anything else can wait until I have finished up my class, I’d say.”
She resolutely turns back to her spell book. “Now where were we...Ah, yes. It will take a bit before you’ll be able to cast your first spell properly. Unlike ‘Divine’ magic or even worse sorcerers, a wizard doesn’t cheat. They get where they are through thorough study and discipline.”