His eyebrow twitches at the inaccurate moniker, but he lets it slide. Now isn't the time to be nitpicky over such trivialities. Here is a prospective student—a possible new mind to add to their fortress of Arcanum.]
I do suppose one could, but little does that mean one should.
Had you the mind of an artist—well, your options could be nigh limitless. Most lack in such creative wants, looking more to the practical and practiced. Caring far more for their measure of skill, than the folly of aesthetics.
[Which is his nice way of saying making them fluffy is STUPID.]
The colors of each carbuncle correlates to its abilities and function—a haircut less so. The lack of coifed carbuncles is not without reason, I fear.
[ There's a slight pout at that, and for a moment she actually goes back to trying to make sense of the page of symbols and formulae that make up Ruin. For a moment, in part because trying to make sense of it seems a hopeless endeavor but mostly because actually doing what she is supposed to be doing fails to have the immediate desired effect of making an extra-fluffy pink carbunny with a white ear and foot appear. Then she goes right back to asking her countless stupid questions. ]
What kind of food do they like? The carbun...-clies. [ ...closer, at least? ] Do they eat meat? Oh! Could you use one for a ratter? That would be a useful function!
[At her retort, he merely raises his eyebrows in an unamused fashion. Cuteness isn't going to keep pirates in check, nor human traffickers behind bars. When she looks back to the book, Khamu'wo mistakenly assumes she's actually going to do some studying, but before he can even return to his own task—working on a complex formulae for a possible new incantation—she belts him with more inane questions.
Internally, he prays to Thaliak for the strength...]
Seeing as they are aetherial beings, they feed primarily upon that. Through our grimoire's channeling, and the ink in which we inscribe our incantations, we feed a bit of our aether to them in exchange for their servitude.
[A beat as he still processes the idea that someone would think to use a carbuncle for a ratter. In some ways, that isn't inaccurate, particularly when dealing with the Qiqirn, but...]
Perhaps a small feline would be better suited to ratting, than that of an aetherial being such as a carbuncle.
[He closes his book, looking her over with no small thread of skepticism.]
Pray excuse my fordwardness, but are you truly sure this is a discipline you wish to pursue?
Oh, not at all, really. [ If he thought he was being forward... ] It looks difficult. It's all- rules-ish. I thought it'd be- you know. You ask a thing to happen really nicely and then it happens, like conjury is.
[ She shrugs. ]
I just wanted a carbunn- carbuncle. [ SUCCESS! ] They're cute, and they light up, and they have really good ears.
[Khamu'wo's jaw clenches as she answers. His knuckles turn white with how tightly he holds his tome. Is she just here to waste his time? Precious little of it there is...]
I... see.
[The words are strained, as he speaks them through grit fangs. He tries, very hard, to not say something rude or uncouth. The curious are allowed to wander, he tells himself, they are allowed to reach out to that which they do not understand, in ways that they might be able to understand.
The salt in the wound truly is that she's a conjurer. Like a deep wound that's never healed, the word presses a dull ache into his core.]
Arcanima is scant for the ignorant.
[THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DON'T BE RUDE.]
If you wish for a simple animal to fawn over, pray seek an adventurer, surely they have some measure of creature they've excavated from their travels that might entertain that dull mind of yours.
Little is this a place for such thoughtless and frivolous desires.
[ She puffs out her cheeks, more like a child told she can't have what she wants than an adult who has been insulted. She takes longer than is really natural to respond, clearly trying to think up a clever comeback. ]
You don't have to be rude about it. Besides, it can't be that hard. Your books don't even have words in them. [ Those arcane formulae? 100% they are pictures she will not be convinced otherwise. ]
[Khamu'wo lets out a sigh as he tries to center himself, and regain control of his anger and annoyance. He's better than the mindless morons who let their anger and resentment control them, and so he cannot allow himself to lash out thus.
Well, more than he already has, anyroad.]
Mine... apologies. As it is, I have little time, and as such what little I have is rather precious to me, so for one to admit so freely to wasting it... I fear I lost my temper.
[He takes a moment, further regaining himself, trying to approach these responses as if he were explaining things to a child. That always makes dealing with people's ignorance easier.]
Words are not what is needed with arcanima, it's aetherical geometrics, and if you cannot understand that—or are unwilling to learn—then I am afraid a carbuncle will never be yours to obtain.
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His eyebrow twitches at the inaccurate moniker, but he lets it slide. Now isn't the time to be nitpicky over such trivialities. Here is a prospective student—a possible new mind to add to their fortress of Arcanum.]
I do suppose one could, but little does that mean one should.
Had you the mind of an artist—well, your options could be nigh limitless. Most lack in such creative wants, looking more to the practical and practiced. Caring far more for their measure of skill, than the folly of aesthetics.
[Which is his nice way of saying making them fluffy is STUPID.]
The colors of each carbuncle correlates to its abilities and function—a haircut less so. The lack of coifed carbuncles is not without reason, I fear.
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[ There's a slight pout at that, and for a moment she actually goes back to trying to make sense of the page of symbols and formulae that make up Ruin. For a moment, in part because trying to make sense of it seems a hopeless endeavor but mostly because actually doing what she is supposed to be doing fails to have the immediate desired effect of making an extra-fluffy pink carbunny with a white ear and foot appear. Then she goes right back to asking her countless stupid questions. ]
What kind of food do they like? The carbun...-clies. [ ...closer, at least? ] Do they eat meat? Oh! Could you use one for a ratter? That would be a useful function!
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Internally, he prays to Thaliak for the strength...]
Seeing as they are aetherial beings, they feed primarily upon that. Through our grimoire's channeling, and the ink in which we inscribe our incantations, we feed a bit of our aether to them in exchange for their servitude.
[A beat as he still processes the idea that someone would think to use a carbuncle for a ratter. In some ways, that isn't inaccurate, particularly when dealing with the Qiqirn, but...]
Perhaps a small feline would be better suited to ratting, than that of an aetherial being such as a carbuncle.
[He closes his book, looking her over with no small thread of skepticism.]
Pray excuse my fordwardness, but are you truly sure this is a discipline you wish to pursue?
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[ She shrugs. ]
I just wanted a carbunn- carbuncle. [ SUCCESS! ] They're cute, and they light up, and they have really good ears.
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I... see.
[The words are strained, as he speaks them through grit fangs. He tries, very hard, to not say something rude or uncouth. The curious are allowed to wander, he tells himself, they are allowed to reach out to that which they do not understand, in ways that they might be able to understand.
The salt in the wound truly is that she's a conjurer. Like a deep wound that's never healed, the word presses a dull ache into his core.]
Arcanima is scant for the ignorant.
[THAT'S NOT HOW YOU DON'T BE RUDE.]
If you wish for a simple animal to fawn over, pray seek an adventurer, surely they have some measure of creature they've excavated from their travels that might entertain that dull mind of yours.
Little is this a place for such thoughtless and frivolous desires.
[KHAMU'WO!!]
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[ She puffs out her cheeks, more like a child told she can't have what she wants than an adult who has been insulted. She takes longer than is really natural to respond, clearly trying to think up a clever comeback. ]
You don't have to be rude about it. Besides, it can't be that hard. Your books don't even have words in them. [ Those arcane formulae? 100% they are pictures she will not be convinced otherwise. ]
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Well, more than he already has, anyroad.]
Mine... apologies. As it is, I have little time, and as such what little I have is rather precious to me, so for one to admit so freely to wasting it... I fear I lost my temper.
[He takes a moment, further regaining himself, trying to approach these responses as if he were explaining things to a child. That always makes dealing with people's ignorance easier.]
Words are not what is needed with arcanima, it's aetherical geometrics, and if you cannot understand that—or are unwilling to learn—then I am afraid a carbuncle will never be yours to obtain.