Nausicaa expected to feel frustration at her lack of magic knowledge, but what she found bubbling inside her instead was excitement. Pela's willingness to share what she knew helped, too. The young queen might not be able to digest everything at once, but she'd be walking away with new learnings. Magic drawn from the stars. Why wards could survive even if their casters did not. Linking wards together to make them stronger and cover a larger area.
But one piece of information struck her the most: To try and cast a single ward over an area the size of the palace, for example, would cause such an enormous drain that it would likely kill its caster, no matter how practiced they were.
She'd always suspected that Uriel's mother hadn't really died from the Plague. Before today, she'd believed it was a covered up assassination. But here was another angle now. Though if the late queen did die from reworking the palace wards, why did she decide to do that in the first place? Had she discovered something in Galenaea that made it necessary? Did she know, as someone originally from Chrysocolla, that there would be unrest and the threat of war in their future?
She watched the flowing swirls of light with fascination, suddenly seeming a couple of years younger than she initially appeared. This was who she'd been, back in the day, before the burden of the Crown. She'd wanted to see the world, ask all the questions, learn about everything she could.
"How long will it take for you to cover the entire palace?" Realizing she might sound impatient instead of thrilled, she quickly added, "I do not wish for you to overexert yourself. We can accommodate you for as long as you need... though the Council, I suppose, will wish for you to hurry." She did not sound pleased by that, but she would deal with the lords herself then.
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But one piece of information struck her the most: To try and cast a single ward over an area the size of the palace, for example, would cause such an enormous drain that it would likely kill its caster, no matter how practiced they were.
She'd always suspected that Uriel's mother hadn't really died from the Plague. Before today, she'd believed it was a covered up assassination. But here was another angle now. Though if the late queen did die from reworking the palace wards, why did she decide to do that in the first place? Had she discovered something in Galenaea that made it necessary? Did she know, as someone originally from Chrysocolla, that there would be unrest and the threat of war in their future?
She watched the flowing swirls of light with fascination, suddenly seeming a couple of years younger than she initially appeared. This was who she'd been, back in the day, before the burden of the Crown. She'd wanted to see the world, ask all the questions, learn about everything she could.
"How long will it take for you to cover the entire palace?" Realizing she might sound impatient instead of thrilled, she quickly added, "I do not wish for you to overexert yourself. We can accommodate you for as long as you need... though the Council, I suppose, will wish for you to hurry." She did not sound pleased by that, but she would deal with the lords herself then.