Peony/Foxe | After "How to Train Your Scholar" | G?
"Thank you," she said. In truth, she doubted much of use had been gleaned by the man; the audience had been full of instructors and young students looking for new approaches, but she had to assume that the theory behind lighting a candle was about as interesting to Ade as a lesson in how to hold a halberd might be for her. "I do hope you were not too bored," she said, lowering her voice so as not to scandalize any of the lingering instructors; it seemed to be an unfortunate side effect of the study of magic that many mages believed one must be daft not to enjoy the craft, when instead it appeared to her to be a matter of personal opinion.
The world was made up of myriad types of people with a variety of skills, after all. That was what made it interesting.
"I am doing well, as you can see," she responded. "And yourself? I am at the Fighters Guild guildhalls more often now, but I have not seen your face in some time. Have you been traveling?"