She listened to Palaemon’s explanation, nodding along. Her grandmother had told her that the elemental spirits would sometimes just stop if you were overstepping, though whether it was from a friendly intention to prevent the mage from doing more harm to themselves, or a more irritated attitude towards being overworked, Hilana hadn’t been sure of. Apparently, it could have gone either way. “That makes sense, thank you. If I’d like for them to be friendly with me, then best to be kind to them.”
When Æros scoured Tiaz’s symphony, the python was as relaxed as anything. He did start to reach towards Hilana, though after giving the Starborn Fae a slight squeeze with his muscular length, but that could have also have been because of the sensation that was being inflicted on him. But nothing seemed to change in his manner or movements. But with the serpent extending himself, Hilana leaned forward to receive him, taking the admittedly comforting weight off of her friend and letting the snake settle on her lap, though he was starting to move his way up towards his favourite perch on her shoulders. From there, dark eyes could observe from under her braid, snuggling in and getting comfortable. But Æros was a Master Mesmer, and he certainly hadn’t been mistaking what he had sensed from him due to inexperience.
Hilana had her notebook at the ready, but much to her surprise, the Grandmaster Elementalist made his own paper. And quickly. Her eyes were huge, and she was in awe. It took next to nothing for him and even less time, but when the piece of paper was offered to her, she accepted it, looking over the list of titles. Four books on Elementalism, one on Summoning. Well… that could be very helpful in her endeavours, too, really… but all in good time. The paper was tucked carefully in her notebook so that she didn’t lose it. “That was amazing,” the Vastiana remarked, clearly delighted. “Thank you, Dominus. I’ll go into the Forum tomorrow and find them,” she knew where to go for them, there were enough shops and they were surely readily available. She reached into her bag, though, and brought out two brightly wrapped, loaf-shaped bundles. “For both of you, Dominus,” she extended one to each of them. They definitely smelled of dates and honey, and inside they would find date and walnut sweetbreads. They wouldn’t accept money, but Hilana could offer baked goods instead. And seeing how much Palaemon liked plants, just like Æros… perhaps she could intersperse the foodstuffs with plants next time.
