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Who: Enno Diederich and Lioriley
Where: Fayren
When: April 26th, Noon-Early Afternoonish.
What: MAGIC CLASS!
Warnings: Nothing yet. Language, maybe? Also might roll for magic mishap so maaaaaaaaaaaaaybe detailed injury stuff.

[Today, Enno is enjoying the weather, at least that was the plan. He allowed himself to sleep in on account of his arm, having the day off for sick leave, had started making a simple brunch, and was debating if he could actually successfully lift a weight without opening the sores on said arm when Deva beeped, reminding him that he had scheduled something, a private lesson with the one similar to a Nai'Sar; Lioriley.

Which, apparently a great thing he had taken the day off, Deva also decided to wait long enough that Enno was going to be at least fifteen minutes late by now, which resulted in the knight hastily throwing on some pants, a shirt, and his new jacket before stomping into his boots down the stairs and grabbing his starstone sword on the way just in case some Unseelie or such thought it was clever to greet him. Ignoring the yelling from his landlord as he was disturbing the festivities of the pub with his loud stomping. It could wait for a moment as he had business and perhaps pay an apology later.

Sprinting as fast as his feet could carry him while the Partner Machine lazy hovered behind, silently flinging reprimands about managing schedules and such while Enno narrowly dodged every attempt to master himself in his day-to-day here, a place that warranted some measure of relaxation. It turned into around 25 minutes after the decided time that Enno finally appeared, stumbling through some bushes to the clearing that had been decided upon and almost losing his footing as he came to rest his hands on his knees, panting as he worked for breath.]

Hello! Hah. I--hah--apologize for the lateness. I had to collect my bearings and hurry here. Nonetheless, unless you are angered, I am ready to begin.

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[ Lioriley had not anticipated his late arrival, but she had fortunately brought a book along with her just in case she had time to spare. She's reading that book — a romance novel from the look of the cover, with a bare chested man and a woman prostrating before him — when he finally makes his way to their designated meeting spot. The Lunari looks up, surprised by Enno's sudden appearance from the hedges. ]

Are you late? [ She asks, glancing up to the sky like it will somehow indicate how much time has passed. She hadn't noticed, and she had been early. ] Unless you have somewhere else to be in a hurry, there is no need to concern yourself overmuch. Have a seat. [ Anywhere. She motions to the clearing before them as she puts her book down and dusts herself off. ]

[This is hardly the reaction Enno expected. Though he had questioned what sort of person she was, and thought he merely caught her in an exceptional mood. Irregardless of such matters, he inclines, flashing her a smile for her welcome. Though...That book.

The book winds up raising a few questions as he does as bid, taking a seat in the clearing, his partner machine beeping gently after a few seconds]. No, I am free as long as you are, it would seem.

[Granted, he hasn't touched on her reminding him of a Nai'Sar, yet not, but he tends to let himself get distracted by such and didn't want to detract from their time until it was time perhaps for a break. He plans to be a model student]

Might I ask about the book you were reading? [Of course, try as he might, sometimes he had more questions on a subject that deep down, he knew well enough to leave alone.]

[ She moves to sit in front of him, laughing at the inquiry. ]

One of the novels I found in the Genessia library that caught my eye. A guilty pleasure, I suppose — it is a romance novel called Serenade of The Red Dragon. [ It's silly, she knows, but there's enjoyment in mindless garbage just the same as stimulating books on history or other scholarly pursuits. At least in her opinion. ] The tale of a young bard who falls hopelessly in love with an assassin called the Red Dragon. I was surprised it was not a little red dragon, though.

Ah.

[It really seems that most pleasures are "guilty", no matter where one was. Still, he listens with interest, chuckling a bit at the title and nodding at her final comment.]

A bit disappointing. [He affirms, and as she has sat before him, he assumes that he should get comfortable and removes his jacket, showing off his bandaged arm before he folds it in half and lays it next to him. Her views on enjoyment would have great merit to him, at least now, given he's more worldly than in days past.] Still, I suppose it is an oddity to write on the affairs of dragons.

[ A twitch of her lips has her smile fading slightly into a look of concern, dark eyes looking to the bandages on his arm before looking again in his eyes. ]

Not entirely. I have read a few that have attempted as much. [ A small laugh this time. After a moment of consideration she finally asks: ] What happened to your arm?

[He ignores the consider briefly, touching more on the subject of dragons.]

That would be a read worthwhile, to me at least. [He replies with a chuckle, and finally acknowledges the question without looking at his arm.]

This would be part of why I asked for magic lessons. I tend to injure myself due to how I use magic.

Should I happen upon any here, I will be sure to show you.

[ She's on the verge of apologizing when he answers, her brows furrowing slightly. ]

How is it you use magic, then?