S3E3-EdricQuinys

Edric Crestrun

Late into the night, long after the alcohol had worn off, Edric was working on the scrolls. He was nearly finished, putting the finishing touches on his spellbook as he looked over his work with a bit of pride. These were the first spells he had found out in the world, or, well, from a magical robe, but still. It was a real accomplishment. Only a few more marks with his quill, and he would be able to harness the power of their magic any time he wished. One day, his spellbooks would be full to bursting with this kind of power.

Quinys Forgedawn

Quinys slipped from her room and stood outside of Edric's door for a moment, clad only in her nightgown. She looked at the door for a long time, almost knocking, then turning away, then just standing like the dunce she felt like. Eventually she knocked lightly at the door, almost hoping he wouldn't answer and she could just pretend this whole thing never happened.

Edric Crestrun

A mistake. That knock was enough to distract his intent for just a moment, and while he could fix it, it would take more than twice as long as this one line took alone. It was fine, he told himself. He had time. Just needed to see who was here at this hour. The door opened to him looking…haggard for once, having not had the impulse to keep his appearance up with prestidigitation. "…Quin? What is it?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"Were you sleeping? I'm sorry, I'll go. We can talk tomorrow." Quinys turned and started back toward her room. "Goodnight Edric, sleep well."

Edric Crestrun

An illusory wall appeared in her way, just a few inches taller than she was. "No time to sleep. What did you need." Another spell brought his appearance back to it's usual quality, his hair reshaping back into long straight lines and his robes unwrinkling. "Because I'm already gonna be up for another hour."

Quinys Forgedawn

"I was just, you know, thinking…" She toyed with the ends of her hair and looked at her feet, unsure of how to approach this, then deciding that being direct would probably be best. "You guys are all so cool, and I want to be cool, and I really think, like really really, that if I knew some magic I could be better at what I do. Could you teach me some? Or do you need some kind of natural talent that I probably don't have?"

Edric Crestrun

At first he seemed a little…stunned. He blinked once, then twice, before stepping back into his room and gesturing her inside. "So…you want to learn magic, did I hear that right, or did you put something in one of my drinks?" Pulling his chair out from the desk, he turned it around and sat in it backwards. "Yeah, something like that. Do you know, well, anything about how magic works?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"I don't, I just know it's useful…and I want to be more useful. And I think that a few different spells could help me and you guys. Look at that slippery thing you did earlier, that was amazing, I want to do things like that." She sat on the floor across from him, legs tucked under her.

Edric Crestrun

"Well, you're kind of right about one thing, you do need some natural talent, or the willingness to work hard enough at it to overcome a lack of." He'd had to do both, but that was besides the point. "There are a lot of different kinds of practicioners. Wizards, Sorcerers, Warlocks, Bards, and that's just arcane magic. As you've seen from our new friends, there are other forms of magic too, which come from completely different places. What all of it requires, unless you're a fucking sorcerer, is a lot of hard work and sacrifice. You think you're capable of that?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"I have worked every day of my life, and none of it has been easy." Quin sat up a bit and twisted her fingers around, tangling and untangling them out of lack of other things to do with them. "Just tell me where to start, and I will. I'm used to all kinds of things: tight spaces, long waits, absolute silence for hours…just tell me where to start." Training to be who she was had been difficult, and fairly traumatic at some parts, but she'd do it again.

Edric Crestrun

"Well, I was actually about to get to that. You're really good at what ya do, Quin. There's no need throw yerself into the practice of the Art as hard as someone who relies on it." Standing up, he grabbed his still unfinished spellbook. "For example, this ain't gonna do you any good. This thing alone takes hours a day just to maintain properly, it's a pain in the ass. To teach you how to 'properly' use magic, the way I do, it'd take fuckin' years." He tossed it back onto the table. "But…I can teach you some shortcuts. Enough to make what you do even better, with a little more versitility. You interested?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"Of course I am!" Quin stood, excited and ready to begin at a moment's notice. "What do I have to do, I mean, how do you even know if people have natural talent?" She looked around the room and chewed her lip, wondering what all these things were for.

Edric Crestrun

First off, he grabbed the Robe of Useful Items, and tossed it onto her."Wear that. I can't take ya seriously in a night gown. Then tell me if you can tell me anythin' about that robe." This was the same kind of test his mentor had used on him, throw a magic item at the prospect and see what they could tell you.

Quinys Forgedawn

She slips the robe on, feeling like it was made for someone far larger than herself…probably because it was. The sleeves drape comically over her hands and the excess length pools around and behind her almost like an ill-tailored gown. She looked at it and felt the urge to pick at the patches. They seemed ill sewn and like they were hiding things. "I think these need re-sewn, I could do that if it'll help." She could find someone to do that, she meant. "Are there spells in these? Or are they secret pockets, I feel like pulling them off."

Edric Crestrun

"Yeah, don't pull on those, that one will summon an entire horse, and I ain't gonna spend my night coaxin' it downstairs." He grinned, she definitely had a sense for it. "What yer feelin' is the Weave. It's what makes up all magic in the whole of the multiverse, you can thank Mystra for that. Magic is basically a matter of messin' around with the Weave in just the right way to get the results you want. That item, for example, is simple cloth, but the Weave is real strong in it." He gestured for her to give it back, because she looked even sillier now, although it was still a bit less distracting than the night gown. "What I'm gonna teach you is how to tinker with a pair of needles, without actually teachin' you how to sew."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Um, aright." She took the robe off and handed it back, feeling strangely better and slightly colder. "So playing with needles without sewing? That sounds dangerous. I didn't even know you sewed."

Edric Crestrun

"I dabble, but it was a metaphor. If sewing is what I do, you're gonna be playing with the yarn like Catbird when he's bored. Okay, it ain't a great metaphor, but I didn't major in creative writin'. Point is, you ain't gonna be able to do everything I can do, you just ain't got the time right now. Maybe when this is all done, you can spend a decade or two and get decent at it, but right now you want results."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Yes, so where do I start? Do I need to buy things for spells, or read some books?" Quin twirled a bit of hair as she walked over to his stack of books and picked one up. "I'll study all night if I have to, I'm used to functioning on super low sleep, it was part of my training."

Edric Crestrun

"Yeah…no." He walked over and picked the book from her hand and set it down carefully, before taking her hand in his. "Before anything else, yer gonna have to focus on cantrips. Yer gonna learn one basic spell over, and over, and over again until it's stuck in your head and you can't get it out. Then you're gonna learn another one. It's gonna be boring as hell and you're gonna hate it, and me, but then it's just gonna click. Soon you'll just be doin' it without even noticing." Moving his hand from hers, her nails were now painted with intricate designs of delicate weaves and patterns, representing the Weave itself. "See?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"That's so pretty!" She couldn't remember having her nails painted in, well, ever…She smiled up at him, looking almost elated as her nerves burned with energy. "Can I learn that one? Or the Catbird one?" She squeezed his hands for a moment, trying to keep a mental image of what his face like when he did that. "That was so awesome."

Edric Crestrun

He smiled down at her, feeling a little strange being the teacher instead of the student. "It's a basic spell, and it's something you should be able to master in a short amount of time. We call it prestidigitation, and it can do…well, pretty much anything. You know how I'm always using a little magic on everything, food, my clothes, my hair, etcetera? That's all the same thing, it's just messing with the Weave enough to not expend any real potential." With another gesture, all the candles in the room lit one by one, until the room was cast in soft flickering light. "Uh…you can let go of my hands now."

Quinys Forgedawn

She dropped his had quickly and stepped back, nodding and…almost bouncing? Jeez she was wound tight tonight. "I'm sorry, I'm just, this is amazing." Adonis didn't know any magic. Finally, something she didn't owe him. This was bigger than she thought it was, and it made her smile seem a bit more exhilarated. "When can we start?"

Edric Crestrun

He sighed, how could she possibly be this energetic? Oh right, they didn't sleep. If only. "Tomorrow. I need to finish the two spells I fished out of this robe before tomorrow already, and I've got an hour of work ahead of me." He sat back down in his chair, before looking back at her. "But uh, before we finish tonight, I'm gonna answer your question from before, just so there ain't any misunderstandings."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Okay." She walked over and looked at the spell he was working on, reaching to pick it up. What were those notes, what was he doing, this is soooo coooooooool.

Edric Crestrun

He looked a little frustrated, as he grabbed his papers and notes and stacked them up. "This spell will make you laugh uncontrollably, falling to the ground and unable to stop yourself as you laugh yourself hoarse. Don't be messin' with it."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I will be calm. My question? What question?" She sat on the edge of his desk, next to his chair, in a semi cleared spot. "And I won't touch anything."

Edric Crestrun

"Good. Don't." He tried to regain his composure. "Ya don't remember askin' me why I didn't take up Erys on her offer? Right after she propositioned you and you didn't even notice?"

Quinys Forgedawn

"That didn't…she…you are frustrating." Quin sighed, crossing her arms and looking down at him for once. It was different, but kinda fun being the tall one for once. She shifted a bit and cleared her throat, before putting her hands in her lap. "Yes, I know what one you're talking about."

Edric Crestrun

He glared at her for a moment before clearing a spot on his desk and put his feet up onto it, leaning back in his chair. He was tired, damn it."Let me just explain where I come from first. My last name ain't really Crestrun, for one. It's Serall."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Serall? Why'd you change it, that's a perfectly fine last name. Wait, are you in hiding?" She whispered this last part, looking around. Throughout her life Adonis had introduced her to a variety of people, and once or twice a man who eventually became drunk enough to divulge that he was running from some very bad men.

Edric Crestrun

He grinned, shaking his head. "Nothin' that dramatic. Just was tired of gettin' called the son of a whore, so I changed it up a little. Gave myself a sailin' name." He sighed. He couldn't really remember her face anymore, could he? "Point is, my dad was a sailor who was, let's just say, a fan o' whores. Wouldn't know if I had a bunch of siblings across the seas, but it's definitely possible, he was a real piece of shit."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quin nodded silently, tilting her head to the side a bit and chewing her lip. She didn't have much to say to this, she was glad to have him confide in her but his story was anything but.

Edric Crestrun

He stopped for a moment, noticing her bit of discomfort. "Yeah, I know, I'm rambling, but you're technically my student now, and my old teacher rambled to me about god damned everything." It was more that he needed to talk to someone about it, and she was the one he trusted most. "Anyway, I swore I wouldn't ever make the same idiot mistakes as my dad, lest I leave behind another forgotten bastard somewhere who'd be just as pissed off. So, I, uh, don't."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Well, that's…that's really admirable." Quinys nodded a bit and kicked her legs, hopping off the desk after a moment and patting his shoulder. "But you're better than your dad, he didn't care. You would."

Edric Crestrun

"Yeah, well…before I ended up doing this whole deal, I was a sailor. I traveled across most the world at one point or another. Point is, if I'm gonna be movin' from place to place, I can't exactly guarantee I'm gonna be there for some poor girl I knocked up, or even know about it in the first place." He shrugged. "So, I figured doin' without was the safest way. Not that I haven't been tempted, because it's not fuckin' easy stayin' celibate as a sailor."

Quinys Forgedawn

"See, I'd think it would be easier, more time spent around men and less around women…do women really like sailors that much?" Quin leaned back against the desk, she had never really pondered what occupations were the most attractive. "What jobs do men find attractive?"

Edric Crestrun

He looked at her a little strangely "Uh…I can't really speak for anyone but me, but generally we're a lot more shallow than that, from my experience. Personally, I like a girl who's confident, little shorter than me, and knows how to punch a guy in the face. Not that it does me any good, y'know? Most girls ain't interested in a guy who doesn't put out."

Quinys Forgedawn

Quinys just shrugged and toyed with her hair, not sure of how to respond. "Lots of girls are looking for someone who's about so much more than sex. You just have to find the right one."

Edric Crestrun

He smiled, and stood up, yawning. "Yeah maybe. But Erys is definitely interested in one thing, and no matter how careful she is, I ain't gonna break the promise I made to myself. Maybe when I can settle down one day I'll give it a shot, but I don't even know if I'll live that long. I see nothin' but danger in my future, and lots of it, always have." He looked outside at the moon, trying to gauge the time until sunrise and groaning at his realization. "Anyway, I need to finish up and get some sleep. We'll get started on your cantrips tomorrow, okay? Thanks for listening to me ramble on."

Quinys Forgedawn

"I'm always here for rambling." She loved to hear the rambling. If someone's rambling to you, they trusted you. And it's nice to be trusted. She picked up a book about flowers and held it up. "Can I take this one? I'll probably return it tomorrow, nights get so boring sometimes. If you ever get insomnia…"

Edric Crestrun

"Yeah, go ahead, it's Yannick's anyway. Already read it, so feel free." Leading her to the door, he opened it for her and felt kind of happy he had someone to trust like this again, even though the relationship was now flipped. He used to talk like this with his old master. Now I guess he was the master? "Feel free to drop in whenever, I'm just full of useful magical tricks."

Quinys Forgedawn

"Goodnight Edric." Quinn turned for her room and paused, turning back to face him before giving him a quick hug and scampering off to her room. She closed the door, latched it, and slipped a crowbar through the loop before collapsing on her bed and beginning to flip through the book.

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