Dangers Unknown {Closed}

[Aaron Winsett]

The green haired sage marked down her comment her reasons. It seemed to indicate a purpose behind her journey, but she didn't elaborate on it yet. He wondered what it may be, but her next comments garnered even more attention. The statement about the wants of the convent vs its needs was more powerful than it at first appeared to be. She'd considered such things before, and speaking it aloud led to the belief that she was or had been a person of significance in this cabal of mages from the western wilds. Her offer to answer whatever he asked grabbed his attention even more so.

The green haired sage paused as he considered. What even was there to ask? Where did you begin with a people like this? History was an intriguing piece of study, but it was far from his forte. "Hah... I guess I'm not sure what to ask now that you've offered." Aaron grinned. "For, now that you've put such a test to me, I must beware, lest I bring destruction upon the world by bringing to light one of your people's deep and dark world-shattering secrets." He laughed, poking a little fun at the nature of how they'd stayed hidden.

He picked up a stick from a small pile of firewood nearby, and reached out to poke the small campfire and give it some room for air. "Shall we make a game of it then? For every question you answer me, I'll answer you one. And if one of us doesn't want to answer, the other can ask again until answered."

Aaron reached up and stroked his chin in thought. Might as well start at the beginning. "So, where did this convent originate?"

[Morrigan Reid]

Morrigan couldn't help but giggle a bit at Aaron's response. She was willing to satisfy his curiosity, yet now he knew not where to begin his questioning. Morrigan understood, but it did still seem amusing. "World shattering secrets? Perhaps some among us wish that were so, but we're not quite so impressive." Some of the secrets the convent had shattered Morrigan's world upon their discovery, but that was personal. Her entire world had been the convent, after all.

Aaron had made up a game of sorts. An answer for an answer sort of deal. Morrigan recalled playing a game similar to this when she was a child...with Raine and Fergus, of course. She saw no reason to decline, and swiftly began to think of what she would ask him first before giving a nod. "Sure. I'm fine with playing this game."

It seemed Aaron began with the beginning itself. Where did the convent originate? The deeper history was still unknown to Morrigan, leaving the question a difficult one to answer even for her, but she decided to share what she could nonetheless. "Though I cannot confirm how accurate this is, I can say that the convent originated in the far north-west of the Western Isles, and has stood their for nearly a millennia if not that. Perhaps even longer."

Morrigan gave a sheepish smile before looking into the campfire. "I apologize that my answer is not concrete, but only a couple of years ago did I discover that the convent's history runs longer and deeper than most of us ever knew." It wasn't much of an excuse, but it was the only one she had. It was also the truth.

Looking up from the fire and straight into the eyes of Aaron, she put forth her own question. "From where did you first learn to practice magic? From family, or some manner of academy?"

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