She smiled. His joy was her joy; that was how it ought to be between an artisan and his patron. Torin Kilvin would be her first true success as her mother's financial proxy in Kalzasi, her first true success since the Warren March.
"I am glad you will have him and he will have you," she opined. "You are building something and you need people to make it grow." It seemed right to her: she invested in him, he invested in Timon, and perhaps Timon too would one day want to cement a partnership with House Leukos and its strange, old-fashioned zaibatsu. The virtuous circle would complete itself again. Kala liked the symmetry of that.
She smiled as they walked, the warm summer breezes redolent with the floral and spicy scents of the sprawling gardens. He already knew she could assist with elementalism, scrivening, and semblance. She considered for a moment, then shared more.
"I am considering a study of necromancy," she admitted. "In part, I want to understand some of how the Avialae were made. But I also know that while it has a dark reputation, it has entirely beneficial uses as well: medical, for starters. I don't know if that will ever be of help to you, nor whether there are any runeforged tools a necromancer might use, but perhaps when I couple that with some study of anatomy and physiology, I might be of some help if you are ever injured in the line of duty."
Kala certainly hoped it wouldn't put him off. She considered him a good man, and so his good opinion of her ought to be respected. Anyway, she had only just begun to study it in theory, and would be certain to avoid the darker practices unless they were things that could be used for good and not corrupt her soul or her moral compass.
She glanced back at the table and it seemed as though everything was about ready for them to eat. When she turned her gaze upon her brother, she didn't even need to call out to him. Sensing something, perhaps, he looked back at her, then at the table, then smiled and said something to Timon. The two of them turned back toward the table.
"Shall we sup?" she asked, then wondered whether she ought to place the silver lady upon the table like a centerpiece or have the servants bring her a chair to sit on as though she were a person.
"Ealain," she said, and then took Torin's arm so she wouldn't stumble while getting used to the doubled vision as the statue took flight to precede them toward supper.
"I am glad you will have him and he will have you," she opined. "You are building something and you need people to make it grow." It seemed right to her: she invested in him, he invested in Timon, and perhaps Timon too would one day want to cement a partnership with House Leukos and its strange, old-fashioned zaibatsu. The virtuous circle would complete itself again. Kala liked the symmetry of that.
She smiled as they walked, the warm summer breezes redolent with the floral and spicy scents of the sprawling gardens. He already knew she could assist with elementalism, scrivening, and semblance. She considered for a moment, then shared more.
"I am considering a study of necromancy," she admitted. "In part, I want to understand some of how the Avialae were made. But I also know that while it has a dark reputation, it has entirely beneficial uses as well: medical, for starters. I don't know if that will ever be of help to you, nor whether there are any runeforged tools a necromancer might use, but perhaps when I couple that with some study of anatomy and physiology, I might be of some help if you are ever injured in the line of duty."
Kala certainly hoped it wouldn't put him off. She considered him a good man, and so his good opinion of her ought to be respected. Anyway, she had only just begun to study it in theory, and would be certain to avoid the darker practices unless they were things that could be used for good and not corrupt her soul or her moral compass.
She glanced back at the table and it seemed as though everything was about ready for them to eat. When she turned her gaze upon her brother, she didn't even need to call out to him. Sensing something, perhaps, he looked back at her, then at the table, then smiled and said something to Timon. The two of them turned back toward the table.
"Shall we sup?" she asked, then wondered whether she ought to place the silver lady upon the table like a centerpiece or have the servants bring her a chair to sit on as though she were a person.
"Ealain," she said, and then took Torin's arm so she wouldn't stumble while getting used to the doubled vision as the statue took flight to precede them toward supper.
