Chance sat still...her silence suggested she was deep in thought, and so she was. It was a quandry.
Unleash a nightmarish bloodsucking creature on Nazareth, but have a chance to SEE and to SPEAK with an immortal creature...or do the sensible thing, leave it buried, and tell Penrose to find someone else to set up his stupid 'warding.'
In fact, more and more she was starting to wonder if their association with Penrose was worth the cost. Magellan had essentially told her flat out that she could learn to do these things without instruction. It might take longer, but she was young, right? And if there were wizard governments and factions and so on, there must be quite a few of them, even if they scattered thinly.
It wasn't like Penrose was the only one who could do this.
What if he wasn't teaching them things, and because they limited themselves to his lessons they'd never find out for themselves? What if some of what he was teaching them was wrong? Was he paranoid enough to build flaws into his lessons, to ensure that the young mages would always be vulnerable to him?
Chance thought maybe he was. In some ways it would even make sense. He came to Nazareth to be alone and apart from mages...and suddenly a slew of them appear out of nowhere. He wasn't a murderer, so what to do? Clip their wings, of course. While they're young and can't stop you. Before they get a taste for flying, and can hate you for what you did.
"You guys," she said. "What do you think about meeting sometime, all of us, on our own? Not at the bookstore, but some other place, and just practicing and trying things out?"
Unleash a nightmarish bloodsucking creature on Nazareth, but have a chance to SEE and to SPEAK with an immortal creature...or do the sensible thing, leave it buried, and tell Penrose to find someone else to set up his stupid 'warding.'
In fact, more and more she was starting to wonder if their association with Penrose was worth the cost. Magellan had essentially told her flat out that she could learn to do these things without instruction. It might take longer, but she was young, right? And if there were wizard governments and factions and so on, there must be quite a few of them, even if they scattered thinly.
It wasn't like Penrose was the only one who could do this.
What if he wasn't teaching them things, and because they limited themselves to his lessons they'd never find out for themselves? What if some of what he was teaching them was wrong? Was he paranoid enough to build flaws into his lessons, to ensure that the young mages would always be vulnerable to him?
Chance thought maybe he was. In some ways it would even make sense. He came to Nazareth to be alone and apart from mages...and suddenly a slew of them appear out of nowhere. He wasn't a murderer, so what to do? Clip their wings, of course. While they're young and can't stop you. Before they get a taste for flying, and can hate you for what you did.
"You guys," she said. "What do you think about meeting sometime, all of us, on our own? Not at the bookstore, but some other place, and just practicing and trying things out?"
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