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“The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1f/?
Date: 2013-09-23 06:41 am (UTC)The other man sighed. “Perhaps,” he allowed. He stared around Farengar’s workroom. “Look at this place! You’ve done well for yourself.” He smiled admiringly. “Was that your apprentice outside the keep? I spoke with her for a while.”
Farengar sighed, embarrassed. It would have been better if the woman had given up and gone to waste her coin in the city. “She is, but not for much longer.”
“And why is that? I’d give my left foot for an apprentice half as dedicated as her.”
The court wizard snorted. “She cannot even master the simplest of destruction magics.”
Hallod stared at him a moment. “You’re a fool. You know that, Farengar?” he said. “Too deep into your books and research to notice what is in front of your fat nose.”
Farengar blinked at his colleague. “My nose is not fat.”
“Gods! You meet one Nord, and you’ve met them all.” The man shook his head sadly. “Your apprentice has my deepest sympathies.”
Farengar shot the other man a sharp look. “Have you come here to insult me, or is there really something I am supposedly missing?”
Hallod pulled up a chair and sat down across from the other mage. “Look, if my good-for-nothing student still had any drive to learn how to wield his magicka I would be jumping up and down.” He rolled his eyes. “As soon as he realized how much studying was involved, his interest dwindled. If he practiced half as much as that woman out there, he could actually be good one day.”
Farengar hesitated. What was Hallod’s point? “But you saw her,” he said. “Her spells are weak. I would go as far as to describe them as pathetic. I have had apprentices waltz in here on their first day and burn down my book shelves with barely a thought!”
Hallod studied the court wizard for a solid ten seconds before he burst out laughing. “Farengar, my friend, you haven’t changed a bit.” He wiped tears from his eyes. “This is the main reason we never saw eye to eye when we were apprentices. Just like any Nord, all you wanted to do was kill things. You figured if you couldn’t do that, what was the use of magic?”
“It is true,” Farengar said. “Had I not learned to cast a decent Firebolt by the time I left, bears would have eaten me before I made it to Whiterun.”
The other mage slapped a hand to his forehead. “I have always preferred the other magical streams,” Hallod said. “Illusion. Restoration. Alteration. Maybe your apprentice out there does, too. When I saw her practicing Flames, she looked like she’d rather be halfway across Skyrim than here at Dragonsreach.”
“Probably because she is embarrassed at the poor quality of her spells,” Farengar muttered.
“Oh, for—Farengar, just think about it for a moment, will you?”
Farengar finally set down his book. Hallod could be onto something. Olria had never expressed any interest in the magic she was learning, but her motivation to study proved she still had an interest in magic.
Farengar had been a fool. He shoved his book away with disgust. His student didn’t want to learn destruction magic. That’s why she was so miserable at it. Even with this revelation, Farengar still had half a mind to give up on her. However, she’d done everything he’d asked. There were no grounds on which to dismiss her.
Hallod scrutinized his colleague. “She seemed to me to be a sweet young woman, with such a pretty smile. Maybe you should teach her something that better fits her personality.”
Smile? Olria hadn’t smiled since she walked into Dragonsreach. But no matter. As much as Farengar hated to admit it, Hallod was right. Farengar folded his hands before him and lifted his eyebrows. “I will take that into consideration. Now, if you are done badgering me about how I teach my apprentices, maybe you can share with me some news from the College.”
“Sure,” the other man smirked. “Still stash wine in the bottom drawer of your desk?”
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Re: “The Spring Wind That Blew Through Dragonsreach” F!OC/Farengar Secret-Fire, 1f/?
Date: 2013-09-23 05:47 pm (UTC)