Mag/Siana | Lux & Livre | 2:30PM
Getting Siana to agree to a less formal address was a small victory. And Siana seemed like a nice person; it was a shame they hadn't had a chance to interact more often, but perhaps they could remedy that going forward. Mag made a mental note to ask her for a spar sometime; she found for fighters, it was often easiest to break the ice while whacking each other with some sort of weapon.
"I like her writing, but it's been a while since I've read her stuff, too," Mag said. "I mostly read Ordalian authors, like Dumes and Leraux." Her accent thickened over the names; even on purpose, she would never be able to butcher the pronounciation like Valendians did, nor did she want to try. "Reminds me of home, I suppose. Though I was already a fan before I left." With a smile, she nodded at the two books in Siana's arms and said, "Be careful, or before you know it you'll have a dozen books in your arms. Happens a lot here."