Quenten Delacreaux (theblindmage) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-21 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, cid istrad, quenten delacreaux |
Who: Cid & Quenten
What: Magical Experimentations (muahahaha)
Where: Cid's laboratory
When: Today
Rating: PG, probably
Status: In Progress
Quen was now less than two months away from her Black Mage exam, and she spent as much time as possible studying. She reread all of the magic history, theory, and practice texts she'd studied throughout her six years in the Tower, recording audio notes on memstones and playing them back. She reread the spell scrolls for the spells she knew and the ones she had yet to learn, and used her network device to outline the procedures for each. She had the younger scholars read the books to her that she couldn't find in Braille, putting those readings on memstones for her perusal later as well. She booked the practice rooms outside of her daily work with Peony to practice the spells she already knew. She trolled the libraries and bookstores obsessively for new material to study.
Her plan had been to learn everything she possibly could about black magic in preparation for her test. What she hadn't expected was that to some degree, her research would bring up more questions than answers. The more she read, the more ideas she had, and the more she found to research further. It was one of the reasons she'd reached out on the network. Her elder mages should know more about these things than she did, after all.
She'd been thrilled when Cid had replied to her post. Cid wasn't just a spellcaster like some of the other mages. He was like her, full of curiosity and ideas, always looking for new ways to solve problems and new things to try. He wouldn't dismiss her ideas as stupid or impossible out of hand. If it had never been done before, he would be open to trying it. If it couldn't be done, he would explain why.
With any luck, she thought as she stood outside his house, she could make a good impression and they could continue to work together in the future. Now that Quen was looking at the end of her Scholar years, she felt that making good connections with people she could ostensibly work with as a Black Mage was something she ought to be doing.
Wiping her sweaty palms on her scholar robe, she knocked.