Tseranc
Lost, Pondering.
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He nearly dropped his water skin when she brought out the largest emerald he'd ever seen, and he'd seen a princess wear them once!
He took the necklace into his hand, and examined every bit of it, and discovered that the size of the stone was not the most important part of it. On the back of the silver, and along its edges, was writing he recognized as the old tongue. He could not read it, but recognized the unmistakable style.
And only one group of people wrote in that language; the wizards.
“It's a pendant, likely magically imbued in some way,” he handed it back to her as fast as he could, not wishing to hold it longer then needed., despite it's beauty. “Only the wizards use that language, and they mark their creations with words. Could be a spell or ward, only they would know.”
He sighed, trying to ignore the rift, a world wide, that would one day exist between them. She was a practitioner of the Arts, and he a lonely man in the woods. Her world would come to claim her, if she did not discover it herself, and he'd be swept aside. The best he could hope for was surviving it all.
He took the necklace into his hand, and examined every bit of it, and discovered that the size of the stone was not the most important part of it. On the back of the silver, and along its edges, was writing he recognized as the old tongue. He could not read it, but recognized the unmistakable style.
And only one group of people wrote in that language; the wizards.
“It's a pendant, likely magically imbued in some way,” he handed it back to her as fast as he could, not wishing to hold it longer then needed., despite it's beauty. “Only the wizards use that language, and they mark their creations with words. Could be a spell or ward, only they would know.”
He sighed, trying to ignore the rift, a world wide, that would one day exist between them. She was a practitioner of the Arts, and he a lonely man in the woods. Her world would come to claim her, if she did not discover it herself, and he'd be swept aside. The best he could hope for was surviving it all.