Emily doesn't have magic? Harrowheart raises his eyebrows in surprise, but his blank stare that follows doesn't suggest any sort of pity. He's processing the information, and when he has he returns to a pleasant expression.
"On my world magic don't work like it works on yours. On Azeroth almost anyone can learn to cast if they study hard 'cause it comes from outside, not inside. I didn't have magic when I was alive, but now I'm a magical... Creation?... And so I do today. And lots of warriors on my world who can't cast do just fine only wearin' their enchanted armor." With a little laugh he concedes, "Not that you strike me as an enchanted armor gal, much as I bet your lady wishes you were."
He stands on the balls of his feet then and uses that extra leverage to look around. He quickly spots the person he's searching for -- a tall, blonde woman in a cyan dress -- and gestures her way.
"That's my sister, Anna. She ain't magical. My whole family ain't magical." He's going to pointedly ignore any mentions of Light-slinging brothers. "You said you're a curator? Of books and relics, I bet? I think y'all would get along real good. She's read so many books, I think she could tell you everything about everything on my world. And she'd be more than happy to hear about what you do. In fact, I think she'd be relieved to meet you. Ever since we got our invitations she was worried she might not fit in. I'll be happy to tell her that the nicest lady I met at this party is just like her. How 'bout I go get her?"
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Date: 2017-06-23 01:52 pm (UTC)"On my world magic don't work like it works on yours. On Azeroth almost anyone can learn to cast if they study hard 'cause it comes from outside, not inside. I didn't have magic when I was alive, but now I'm a magical... Creation?... And so I do today. And lots of warriors on my world who can't cast do just fine only wearin' their enchanted armor." With a little laugh he concedes, "Not that you strike me as an enchanted armor gal, much as I bet your lady wishes you were."
He stands on the balls of his feet then and uses that extra leverage to look around. He quickly spots the person he's searching for -- a tall, blonde woman in a cyan dress -- and gestures her way.
"That's my sister, Anna. She ain't magical. My whole family ain't magical." He's going to pointedly ignore any mentions of Light-slinging brothers. "You said you're a curator? Of books and relics, I bet? I think y'all would get along real good. She's read so many books, I think she could tell you everything about everything on my world. And she'd be more than happy to hear about what you do. In fact, I think she'd be relieved to meet you. Ever since we got our invitations she was worried she might not fit in. I'll be happy to tell her that the nicest lady I met at this party is just like her. How 'bout I go get her?"