"That was hideous and not what I said," Hanna snorts himself, a little smoke coming from his nose as he shakes his head, disgusted. "But I suppose if you have to, yes. You can be a bar-bear-ian King, My Lord."
He noodles past Maurice in the main cavern and was just about to settle back down at his work bench when he caught another glance at Maurice, how lost he looked. "Well..." He considers Maurice, looks to the place he had slept right next to his horde when he'd been so drunk. Perhaps not that exact spot, but...
He moves towards his Horde, the side his head rests at and he considers the space near it. "It's warmer the closer you get to me, so perhaps..." He swallows, staring hard at the cold pile before shaking his head, his tail curling around a spot against the wall near the raised pile of treasure. "Would this spot do?"
"Oh, that was clever and you know it. Don't be such a drag-on." Maurice shot Hanna a smirk before behaving himself. He watched Hanna consider various spots before finding himself incredibly surprised when he suggested a place right next to the pile of gold and trinkets.
OH GOD.
What if he rolled over in the night and touched part of it with his foot? He'd have to have a peg leg made for himself! But...it made him feel important. He made his way over and dropped his furs there. It would be a perfect place for his weird barbarian nest.
"I think this will do perfectly! Thank you." He turned to give Hanna a genuine thankful look before settling down again. He could see the snow drifting by the mouth of the cave from where he sat but didn't suffer any from the breeze that blew past.
"The first one was, I'm definitely not a fan of that last one though." He returns, rolling is eyes as Maurice seemed so pleased with himself. Drag-on. Please. That wasn't even funny.
But, he'll smile when Maurice seems to get how trusting he's being with where he's offered his space to be. His tail flicks excitedly at the look on the other's face before he folds his wings in, settling down and considering his work for the day.
"There is an order I've gotten that's a little more difficult than most. Crafting a new spell takes more time than potion work, and I'm adapting as I go." He shifts, pushing the rather littered paper towards him for him to see. There were somewhat sloppily drawn out diagrams all over the page, his handiwork less precise with his claws than his tail. "Those are roughs, but it's mostly for where I'm drawing power from and the purpose it's being used for." It mostly just looked like the usual of Hanna's runic magic, but he wasn't sure if Maurice had picked up anything from filling out scrolls.
During the first few months, Maurice had functioned quite well as a fleshy Xerox machine, but as the days rolled on and his animosity towards Hannacross disappeared, he started to read what he wrote. He couldn't understand a lot of it but he could pick out patterns.
The prince hummed and tilted his head one way and then the other as if rolling his thoughts around from ear to ear. He rubbed his chin which had finally put out a modest beard. "Is it...some sort of staying spell? A spell to make something keep doing something else?"
Hanna looks down at his rough work and smiles as Maurice puzzles over the paper. To be honest, he wasn't sure if anything he had worked on would be able to tell him any specific details about the runes on the paper, but basics, sure. It wasn't a test per say, more of a curious wonder. Runic work took a bit of a steady hand, but it also took knowledge, an understanding of basics, and if Maurice could get those down, he would be an easy student until they started branching off into more complicated work.
"Almost." The word is practically purred out. What a good little scribe Maurice could be. "It's not to keep something doing something, but to keep something doing a certain thing. This one is rather specific in use though, so it needs some work. Animal husbandry..." Hanna makes a face, shaking his head.
"Apparently this farmer is having trouble getting his best horses to breed. Odd request but, potentially doable? We'll have to see how well it works when I'm finished."
"Ooooh, I see!" Maurice ooh'd at first, pleased with his ability to puzzle out quite a bit more than he originally thought he had. And then "OH. I see."
The dragon snorts at the face he makes, laughing before turning his head and nodding to the rough drafts. "Its not sex magic, I can't do that. It's more of a lure. Like I said, it's request but I'll see if tweaking it some more will work."
He didn't often try and aid farmers in their breeding efforts but it was an order and he would try and fill it.
"What kind of magic do you think interests you most, my lord?"
The prince kept his face. "That's not much difference!"
At least in his mind it wasn't. He readjusted himself in his little bearskin nest and though.
"Well...I don't know. Before coming to you, the only real magic we had in the court was our healer. I don't really know what magic can and can't do. In my scrolls it could do anything but you've taught me different."
"Its intended for animals that are born to be bred, though I understand it might seem off..." he'd certainly not go handing it out to anyone of poor character that's for sure, but in the tweaking and specifics he's trying to make it as harmful as possible. People did weird things with power at times.
"In any case, healing magic is...a very important school, though as I've mentioned, not my best talent." Or even one he possessed. "There are so many different things it can do, but everything has limits. Runic magic is used mostly for offense and defense, simple tasks that are repetitive or basic as well. Or illusion, which is a favorite of mine." He explains, tail swishing back and forth. "If I found the proper books we could go outside the realm of runic magic too, but it would be harder for me to teach if you were at all interested."
Maurice reached up to brush the hair out of his eyes.
"You really think someone like me can learn magic?"
It was really the first time the prince had spoken lowly of himself, but in the trying months he had learned that his own breeding didn't actually make him special. At all. His only trick was with bow and arrow. How weird it was that favoring the scrolls over his own passions had led him here.
The sudden self doubt was something the dragon keyed in on right away. He wouldn't say that Maurice was entirely arrogant...perhaps to start with, but he had confidence. He enjoyed proving himself. That he would ask in such a way was surprising.
"beg your pardon my Lord, but with an attitude like that I'm sure that you will not accomplish much." He raises an eyebrow at him, but smiles snorting a hot breath his way.
"You will never know until you try and even then, time will tell whether you are good at it or not. To want to learn is to want to commit yourself." He lifts a wing, his little clawed fingers aiding in pushing his hair out of the way gently, so he could see his blue eyes clearly, "but from what I've seen of you, what you can do when you put your mind to it? You'll do just fine."
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He noodles past Maurice in the main cavern and was just about to settle back down at his work bench when he caught another glance at Maurice, how lost he looked. "Well..." He considers Maurice, looks to the place he had slept right next to his horde when he'd been so drunk. Perhaps not that exact spot, but...
He moves towards his Horde, the side his head rests at and he considers the space near it. "It's warmer the closer you get to me, so perhaps..." He swallows, staring hard at the cold pile before shaking his head, his tail curling around a spot against the wall near the raised pile of treasure. "Would this spot do?"
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OH GOD.
What if he rolled over in the night and touched part of it with his foot? He'd have to have a peg leg made for himself! But...it made him feel important. He made his way over and dropped his furs there. It would be a perfect place for his weird barbarian nest.
"I think this will do perfectly! Thank you." He turned to give Hanna a genuine thankful look before settling down again. He could see the snow drifting by the mouth of the cave from where he sat but didn't suffer any from the breeze that blew past.
Central Dragon Heating. Nice.
"What were you working on today?"
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But, he'll smile when Maurice seems to get how trusting he's being with where he's offered his space to be. His tail flicks excitedly at the look on the other's face before he folds his wings in, settling down and considering his work for the day.
"There is an order I've gotten that's a little more difficult than most. Crafting a new spell takes more time than potion work, and I'm adapting as I go." He shifts, pushing the rather littered paper towards him for him to see. There were somewhat sloppily drawn out diagrams all over the page, his handiwork less precise with his claws than his tail. "Those are roughs, but it's mostly for where I'm drawing power from and the purpose it's being used for." It mostly just looked like the usual of Hanna's runic magic, but he wasn't sure if Maurice had picked up anything from filling out scrolls.
"Can you guess what it's for?"
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The prince hummed and tilted his head one way and then the other as if rolling his thoughts around from ear to ear. He rubbed his chin which had finally put out a modest beard. "Is it...some sort of staying spell? A spell to make something keep doing something else?"
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"Almost." The word is practically purred out. What a good little scribe Maurice could be. "It's not to keep something doing something, but to keep something doing a certain thing. This one is rather specific in use though, so it needs some work. Animal husbandry..." Hanna makes a face, shaking his head.
"Apparently this farmer is having trouble getting his best horses to breed. Odd request but, potentially doable? We'll have to see how well it works when I'm finished."
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He made a face.
So magic could do that. Of course it could.
"I'm sure he'll...appreciate it."
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He didn't often try and aid farmers in their breeding efforts but it was an order and he would try and fill it.
"What kind of magic do you think interests you most, my lord?"
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At least in his mind it wasn't. He readjusted himself in his little bearskin nest and though.
"Well...I don't know. Before coming to you, the only real magic we had in the court was our healer. I don't really know what magic can and can't do. In my scrolls it could do anything but you've taught me different."
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"In any case, healing magic is...a very important school, though as I've mentioned, not my best talent." Or even one he possessed. "There are so many different things it can do, but everything has limits. Runic magic is used mostly for offense and defense, simple tasks that are repetitive or basic as well. Or illusion, which is a favorite of mine." He explains, tail swishing back and forth. "If I found the proper books we could go outside the realm of runic magic too, but it would be harder for me to teach if you were at all interested."
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"You really think someone like me can learn magic?"
It was really the first time the prince had spoken lowly of himself, but in the trying months he had learned that his own breeding didn't actually make him special. At all. His only trick was with bow and arrow. How weird it was that favoring the scrolls over his own passions had led him here.
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"beg your pardon my Lord, but with an attitude like that I'm sure that you will not accomplish much." He raises an eyebrow at him, but smiles snorting a hot breath his way.
"You will never know until you try and even then, time will tell whether you are good at it or not. To want to learn is to want to commit yourself." He lifts a wing, his little clawed fingers aiding in pushing his hair out of the way gently, so he could see his blue eyes clearly, "but from what I've seen of you, what you can do when you put your mind to it? You'll do just fine."
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"O-oh! Well...I guess the best thing to do is to try a little bit of everything."