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Ale'Ephirium
On the one hand, it ought to be gratifying that Lyra trusted Finn to stand guard at the desk while she saw to something important in her laboratory. On the other hand, he was still supposed to keep his hands to himself except when it came to things that were clearly non-magical in nature: mundane papers, parchments, inks, and implements. Of course, safety was important to him, who knew little of magic beyond the use of his own Rune of Mesmer, which laid invisibly under his hair. But bringing her some scrap of information from the archives or running things around the city were more exciting than sitting there, his fertile imagination any number of things that could go wrong in her absence, even though she wasn't entirely absent.
He tidied up the desk a bit, but Lyra wasn't terribly cluttered or messy. But he did some nosing around and found some cleaning supplies and began to polish the desk for her so he would be leaving it in better condition than he found it, at least.
For all that her shop was an uncommon thing in Kalzasi, there wasn't a lot of custom going through to keep Finn occupied. It was just another jewel in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches.
"Place of Curved Gems," he said in Vallenor. He thought he was translating the neighborhood's name, though Lyra wasn't present to correct his mistakes. He would have to ask her later as learning the dead language had become a bit of a hobby for him. Language was a sort of music all its own and that was something he needed to understand better if he was going to become a bard of any note.
Finn was about to say another few phrases in the language to accustom his mouth to making the proper shapes, but the doorknob began to turn and he froze, wondering what dread wizard was about to walk through the door and prove Finn unsuited to the responsibilities Lyra had left him.
Ale'Ephirium
On the one hand, it ought to be gratifying that Lyra trusted Finn to stand guard at the desk while she saw to something important in her laboratory. On the other hand, he was still supposed to keep his hands to himself except when it came to things that were clearly non-magical in nature: mundane papers, parchments, inks, and implements. Of course, safety was important to him, who knew little of magic beyond the use of his own Rune of Mesmer, which laid invisibly under his hair. But bringing her some scrap of information from the archives or running things around the city were more exciting than sitting there, his fertile imagination any number of things that could go wrong in her absence, even though she wasn't entirely absent.
He tidied up the desk a bit, but Lyra wasn't terribly cluttered or messy. But he did some nosing around and found some cleaning supplies and began to polish the desk for her so he would be leaving it in better condition than he found it, at least.
For all that her shop was an uncommon thing in Kalzasi, there wasn't a lot of custom going through to keep Finn occupied. It was just another jewel in the Plaza of Jeweled Arches.
"Place of Curved Gems," he said in Vallenor. He thought he was translating the neighborhood's name, though Lyra wasn't present to correct his mistakes. He would have to ask her later as learning the dead language had become a bit of a hobby for him. Language was a sort of music all its own and that was something he needed to understand better if he was going to become a bard of any note.
Finn was about to say another few phrases in the language to accustom his mouth to making the proper shapes, but the doorknob began to turn and he froze, wondering what dread wizard was about to walk through the door and prove Finn unsuited to the responsibilities Lyra had left him.
