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[fiendennor]

Do you believe in magic?
If so, what do you know about it?

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[fiendennor]

[What is it with you men who can't figure out how to turn the caps off?] May I ask what kind of magic? I'm curious how it works in other places.

[bruxisms]

FIRE MAGIC, I SUPPOSE. I SAW VISIONS IN THE FLAMES THAT WERE LATER CONFIRMED AS TRUE. AMONG OTHER THINGS.

[ and many things that he probably should not speak of again. ]

[fiendennor]

So by "fire magic" you mean magic that allowed fire itself to act as a divining tool?

[bruxisms]

SOMETHING AKIN TO THAT. I KNOW NOT THE FULL DETAILS OF HOW IT WORKED. THE LADY MELISANDRE COULD TELL YOU MORE, BUT SHE STILL SLEEPS. HER POWERS WERE OF A SORT THAT I HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE.

[fiendennor]

I understand. It's perfectly fine to not be an expert. This "Melisandre" was the one who cast this magic? You say she's asleep?

[bruxisms]

YES, ON THE STATION. SHE BELIEVED HER POWERS CAME FROM HER GOD, BUT GIVEN THAT HE COULD NOT SAVE OUR REALM, I HAVE TO QUESTION THE TRUTH OF HER BELIEFS.

[ not that he had much cared for her God to begin with, but he had been useful, if nothing else. ]

[fiendennor]

I don't know if I'd slight her in particular. Many realms with many gods seem to have fallen just as easily.

[bruxisms]

THERE ARE GODS AND GODS, SO THEY SAY. BUT IT WAS NOT GODS WHO SAVED US, BUT THESE ORBITERS. THOUGH THEY MAY BE WORSHIPED AS SUCH, THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT SO.

[fiendennor]

No, I think that from what we've seen, there's no reason to treat them as gods. It does make me wonder what the definition of a god is, if they're so fallible. I've actually spoken to a very kind woman here who told me she met hers in person.

[bruxisms]

IF THERE ARE SUCH A THING AS GODS, THEN THEY ARE CRUEL AND UNFEELING. IT WOULD PERHAPS BE FAR MORE ACCURATE TO SAY THAT THERE ARE BEINGS THAT POSSESS A GREATER AMOUNT OF POWER, BUT THEY ARE STILL FALLIBLE, AND DO NOT GUIDE THE ACTIONS OF OTHERS.

WHAT WAS THE WOMAN'S NAME?

[fiendennor]

That may be the case. I am not a particular student of theology myself, to be honest. Her name was Pike Trickfoot. She was very pleasant to speak with.

[bruxisms]

AN INTELLIGENT CHOICE. IF THEY ARE REAL, GODS ARE UNCARING BEINGS.

I WILL HAVE TO SEEK OUT THIS WOMAN.

[fiendennor]

Most of the religions where I'm from would disagree.
But I prefer to put my faith in things I can see, and test, and research.
My studies.

I'm certain you'll have a conversation with her that will be invigorating if nothing else.

[bruxisms]

YOU SOUND LIKE AN INTELLIGENT GIRL.
YOUR LORD FATHER MUST BE PROUD OF YOU.

[ certainly, he thinks of his own daughter, still asleep aboard the Station. ]

DO NOT PLACE YOUR FAITH IN ANYTHING YOU HAVE NO EVIDENCE OF.

[fiendennor]

Thank you. I hope that he and my other would be. [It's a matriarchal household, oddly enough. Also they're dead.] If you are going to place your faith in something... You should have a good reason for it.

[bruxisms]

[ he could relate. his parents died when he was only thirteen. ]

THERE ARE TRUTH TO YOUR WORDS.

WHAT MANNER OF SKILL DO YOU HAVE IN MAGIC?

[fiendennor]

I'm quite familiar with it.
The Cavendish household has a long magical lineage; my mother taught me all she could of our forebears' ways when I was small.
I was accepted into Luna Nova Academy and continued my studies there.
My professors seem to think I show promise.

[By which she means she's far and away the top of her class, but he doesn't need to know that.]