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Another Story Segment
Oct. 9th, 2014 09:25 pmExcerpt from a fantasy novel in progress (61k words now):
"What is the story behind their hair and this 'Brother' business?" said the Prince, quietly, to the chi master, while the others planned.
"Many magical healers go through a sort of mystical evaluation ceremony, where they are presented with multiple paths." Bergen glanced at the two healers, who were chatting away like old friends. Carol didn't seem exactly happy with this, but wasn't objecting. "This usually happens with treateurs, wardein or crafters, though sometimes some other type of magical healer also experiences this trial. Those who choose a particular path get the white hair. Some call those the Children of the Light. They don't use that term, themselves, though. They consider it immodest."
The Prince watched the two healers, his expression difficult to read.
"My instructors keep teaching me that the age of wonders is long past. That today, all is known or knowable, disciplined and tamed, including magic... With those two men, though... and there's more than the white hair and calm manner. Much more."
Bergen was impressed. She'd already figured out that the Prince was no shallow, spoiled brat of a high noble. Now she was starting to realize he was both observant and insightful. Far more like his grandfather than his father. The elf woman looked back at the pair of healers.
"I once heard someone unusually perceptive say that even without those clues, the light behind their eyes gives them away."
"What is the story behind their hair and this 'Brother' business?" said the Prince, quietly, to the chi master, while the others planned.
"Many magical healers go through a sort of mystical evaluation ceremony, where they are presented with multiple paths." Bergen glanced at the two healers, who were chatting away like old friends. Carol didn't seem exactly happy with this, but wasn't objecting. "This usually happens with treateurs, wardein or crafters, though sometimes some other type of magical healer also experiences this trial. Those who choose a particular path get the white hair. Some call those the Children of the Light. They don't use that term, themselves, though. They consider it immodest."
The Prince watched the two healers, his expression difficult to read.
"My instructors keep teaching me that the age of wonders is long past. That today, all is known or knowable, disciplined and tamed, including magic... With those two men, though... and there's more than the white hair and calm manner. Much more."
Bergen was impressed. She'd already figured out that the Prince was no shallow, spoiled brat of a high noble. Now she was starting to realize he was both observant and insightful. Far more like his grandfather than his father. The elf woman looked back at the pair of healers.
"I once heard someone unusually perceptive say that even without those clues, the light behind their eyes gives them away."
