Ulla tilts her head. "Did you think I would stop you?"
She opens her hands in her lap, voice and body language soft. "My warden's
first promise to me was that he would never take my magic, no matter what I
did. Which is different, of course, in part because it's as deeply a part
of me as blood or bone. And in part because at least my file gave him some
conception of how it worked. What he could expect. He could assess the
danger, to me and himself and everyone else. After that darkness, I worry
about one or both of us not knowing where the hazards are."
Still, "I have no objections. Just a request to understand more, if you
don't mind."
"I wasn't sure what you'd think," he says. "But I can assure you that nothing we've done so far is dangerous."
And he goes on to explain it in more detail—the words and gestures that Strange's world uses, the simple spells he's learned. How to detect magic being used, how to change the temperature of the air in little ways.
Ulla listens, calm and patient and appreciative, with occasional soft
questions or sounds of acknowledgement.
"Thank you," she tells him warmly. "I remember before Warren, and even for
awhile after him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, just waiting for
my magic to be snatched away from me once I'd managed to get it back. I'm
glad you've trusted me with this."
And she does trust him, but she'll ask, "Do you mind if I talk to him, or
to his warden? I believe everything you've told me, but I also know magic
usually goes deeper than the first things you learn. If you'd prefer I
don't discuss it with either of them, I'll ask for a promise you'll keep me
informed as you learn."
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Ulla tilts her head. "Did you think I would stop you?"
She opens her hands in her lap, voice and body language soft. "My warden's first promise to me was that he would never take my magic, no matter what I did. Which is different, of course, in part because it's as deeply a part of me as blood or bone. And in part because at least my file gave him some conception of how it worked. What he could expect. He could assess the danger, to me and himself and everyone else. After that darkness, I worry about one or both of us not knowing where the hazards are."
Still, "I have no objections. Just a request to understand more, if you don't mind."
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Fitzjames exhales, relieved.
"I wasn't sure what you'd think," he says. "But I can assure you that nothing we've done so far is dangerous."
And he goes on to explain it in more detail—the words and gestures that Strange's world uses, the simple spells he's learned. How to detect magic being used, how to change the temperature of the air in little ways.
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Ulla listens, calm and patient and appreciative, with occasional soft questions or sounds of acknowledgement.
"Thank you," she tells him warmly. "I remember before Warren, and even for awhile after him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells, just waiting for my magic to be snatched away from me once I'd managed to get it back. I'm glad you've trusted me with this."
And she does trust him, but she'll ask, "Do you mind if I talk to him, or to his warden? I believe everything you've told me, but I also know magic usually goes deeper than the first things you learn. If you'd prefer I don't discuss it with either of them, I'll ask for a promise you'll keep me informed as you learn."
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"I promise to be more open about it," he says, "but you're welcome to talk to either of them, of course. And ... thank you. For understanding."