"I think that would be wise." Phocion agreed on the matter of her interest in Elementalism studies. The Crownwyrm had all but explicitly bade her to pursue that path, as it seemed a resistance to high levels of heat would be necessary and Phocion would not be present to serve as her 'steward' at all times.
"Oh, I think you should get started with your preparations with all haste. I was merely suggesting the trip itself might be best held off until after the jubilee. I would not want you to be detained abroad for what promises to be an eye-opening spectacle." He sat back and clasped his hands over his sternum, nodding.
"The High Sentinel is indisposed at the moment, but I've no doubt she'll make time to discuss the relic with you. She takes particular interest in such things, and will doubtless have historical information on top of whatever she can glean through Sembling. I shall put in a request on your behalf."
At the mention of his youngest and most recently introduced brother, Phocion pursed his lips and rose from his chair. He pivoted round to face the window and gazed out at the Umbrium, his eyes trailing toward the very entry point they'd used to pervade the Thalamum Draconum.
"I think he will survive." The Sentinel offered softly, "But that he will be changed. I know not how, nor whether it will be for good or ill, but..." He glanced to his wrist, the silver light of his emblem illuminating as he held it up. It was like a magical manacle counterpart to the collar borne by his brother.
"Put it out of your mind. There is naught you or I can do about it, but wait for news." He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder to the Vastiana, "Was there anything further?"
"Oh, I think you should get started with your preparations with all haste. I was merely suggesting the trip itself might be best held off until after the jubilee. I would not want you to be detained abroad for what promises to be an eye-opening spectacle." He sat back and clasped his hands over his sternum, nodding.
"The High Sentinel is indisposed at the moment, but I've no doubt she'll make time to discuss the relic with you. She takes particular interest in such things, and will doubtless have historical information on top of whatever she can glean through Sembling. I shall put in a request on your behalf."
At the mention of his youngest and most recently introduced brother, Phocion pursed his lips and rose from his chair. He pivoted round to face the window and gazed out at the Umbrium, his eyes trailing toward the very entry point they'd used to pervade the Thalamum Draconum.
"I think he will survive." The Sentinel offered softly, "But that he will be changed. I know not how, nor whether it will be for good or ill, but..." He glanced to his wrist, the silver light of his emblem illuminating as he held it up. It was like a magical manacle counterpart to the collar borne by his brother.
"Put it out of your mind. There is naught you or I can do about it, but wait for news." He cleared his throat and glanced over his shoulder to the Vastiana, "Was there anything further?"