Re: The Reception
Al leaned forward, absorbing information as if during any useful lecture.
If he had bigger pieces of paper than un-transfigured rose petals, he would take notes, but without the paper, he was limited to contribute with oral response.
"Fascinating," he muttered, pulling out his quill and balancing it over his thumb and index finger just by habit. "Balance is important in writing instruments as well, otherwise your wrist and palm does feel the difference after a few hours. The grip is important too. It makes sense to optimise the shape of the handle, as well as the distribution of weight in a tool one frequently uses for an act that demands precision."
Al tapped the dull quillpoint with his finger. "Both ends of the feather can be used for varied tactile sensations, I suppose. This one pinches the skin, just a bit. But it's what the quill can leave behind that is the most fascinating." He smiled suddenly. "Symbols, words. Inked or invisible. Shapes of words left by an ordinary communication device on one's body can leave a powerful impression."
He ran a knuckle over the soft edge of an owl feather, and it seemed like a caress, precise and measured. "One to be used wisely."