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๐‘”๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘˜๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘  ([personal profile] corporeity) wrote 2024-01-04 11:10 pm (UTC)

[ Darkly, he expects Astarion is telling the truth, if only due to the state of his skin, flawless beyond the Infernal markings. Something lovely in the air stops him from chasing that line of thought to frightful depths. Whatever soap Astarion has fiddled with, he surmises. Good, that he seems a jot more comfortable than he was when this conversation began.

At the very moment he settles in to work, cheek pulled between his teeth, Astarion surprises him with a follow-up question. Forgetting his modesty, Gale blinks up at him. ]


I wouldnโ€™t say Iโ€™ve a natural talent, but Iโ€™m studied. [ Some spells โ€” healing and its obverse, in particular โ€” require anatomical knowledge. In theory exams, one could expect to sketch the gesture required for a spell. ]

Iโ€™m something of a dilettante. [ He watches a petal drift until it sticks to his skin. Then, with a nod to himself, he returns to writing, brush-strokes delicate. ] Youโ€™ll see, at my tower.

[ Decorated with fine paintings and rare sculptures, acquired by his or Morenaโ€™s hand. Even after he displayed aptitude for spellcasting, his mother ensured he was tutored in a variety of fine arts. One mustnโ€™t rely on magic, she told him once, when heโ€™d asked why she bothered. Sketchwork, piano, cookery. His thirst for knowledge in all things was a pleasant advantage in this regard, though he always liked the artistry of channelling best. ]

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