Graydon let go the book, pleased to see it could fly on its own without bumping into things; really, despite the frankly ludicrous naming, it was clear his new familiar did have some wits about it. I should hope so; glad you're coming to your senses about that little fiction. Shall I leave off the 'All-Seeing' part as well? It might have worked better if you had been bound into a spyglass, shall we say. Wordless amusement passed through the bond, but at least there wasn't any chortling this time.
Given how an 'All-Seeing' mage must have specialized, I'll take that as a compliment. Surnames are for people I can trust, and my schoolmates and I decided titles were more than a little absurd; not only do the self-bestowed ones sound absurdly grandiose, proudly trumpeting your skills- and by inference, where you can be found LACKING- just seemed the height of idiocy to us. When you're unknown, your name won't mean anything no matter how many curlicues you add; when you rise far enough, your name alone should say it all. So why ornament it? ...Unless you're one of those jackass evokers, of course. UGH, damned blasty-mages. There's so much more to wizardry than just throwing fireballs around!
As to my studies, I did fairly well in divination, but the main bent of my studies has long been toward illusion. Admittedly, they're often seen as opposing schools- but I like to think that truth and lies fit together like hand and glove. He shot Shandrizar a sly grin. Besides, what's a bigger falsehood than an incomplete truth?
Still, we've been in here long enough; let's head back out toward cleaner air and the people who seemed to congregate around me. I'd especially like to find out what that wonderful music was about...
Graydon opened up the locked stall and went through- but held the door open behind him, so that Shandrizar wouldn't have to start experimenting with altitude.