Later in the day, when the sun set. Izaneus could still be found rather unconscious, although now he lay somewhat comfortably in a small bed of straw, his face relaxed despite what led to his current state.
The event in particular led Louise to ponder the nature of the familiar, and bonding ceremonies in particular. The commoner in her eyes seemed to be in a spectacular amount of pain…
And then there was that dream she had experienced. Certain things on his person sparked a certain familiarity, such as one of two books strapped tightly to his side.… she'd clearly recognized it in the dream.
In her dream, she'd been studying such a tome, diligently scribing notes and other such texts… Almost as if on it's own, her hand reached for it. Her curiosity more than piqued.
She'd barely been able to drag her fingers across it's spine when a jolt of pain entered her hand. The book was enchanted!! How had he gotten his hands on it?
Brimir forbid… Did he steal it from a noble? Did she summon a thief?? A bead of sweat ran down her face at the thought. It was beyond a terrifying thought.
The other possibility was that he himself was a mage… but- that was simply impossible. Not only was that thought more terrifying. Seeing as she may have ripped a noble from… wherever.
But also, she didn't want that to be true. As it would mean she… someone who could barely perform magic to the extent of a summoning ritual… had summoned someone likely more magically inclined. She couldn't think of a worse outcome.
Aside from actually ripping a noble from somewhere in Tristain
With a sigh, she scrounged her books. Searching for a minor spell of magical dispersement.
With a small smirk after a fair amount of time passed, Louise confidently turned the page to the spell she'd searched for. And pointed her wand at the familiar's book. confidently speaking the incantation aloud, and praying the correct effect would transpire.
Not long after was the imminent blast of magic that usually transpired, and the smoke that soon filled the room.
Coughing vigorously as some dust had found its way to her throat. She opened her eyes to see the man standing up, his back pressed tightly against the wall. Staring. At his book.
The cover of which was now torn to shreds.
Well, Louise surmised optimistically.
It seems she got rid of the enchantment.
A hearty cry of emotional pain erupted from the now awake Izaneus, as he dashed to his text. Running his hand across the torn ruined leather that was previously the cover.
"Why did you do that!?!?" He shouted angrily at Louise. Holding his book tightly. Causing her to flinch slightly at his volume.
"There was an enchantment, I needed to disper-" twas at this point when Louise realized. She could understand him. Had she accidentally cast a translation spell? Then what had gotten rid of the book's protection?
" It was a MINOR Shielding spell!! Any amount of force would have gotten rid of it!!! It was just supposed to protect against thieves!!" He screamed, looking down at some of the ruined pages, tears beginning to well in his eyes.
'Ah- well…' She thought to herself; That explained her previous conundrum.
"What were you doing holding such a tome anyway?" Louise questioned, mightily hoping to make him admit some heinous crime to relieve the guilt growing in her chest.
"The enchantment obviously didn't work, if you managed to steal it." She pressed, crossing her arms. Her emotions, also beginning to rise.
Her insinuations and constant pressuring, making tensions rising higher than before. Iza grabbed his coat and now partially destroyed book, and attempted to bolt out of the door. Immediately running into someone rather tall, knocking him over.
His anger and sadness still burning hot. He didn't even bother to apologize before sprinting in the opposite direction, running down the hallway and to a flight of stairs. Which he nearly tripped and fell down at the rate he was going.
As he reached the end of the staircase his eyes caught a flash of yellow. Which he didn't dare focus on. He quickly did his best to exit this strange building. The architecture, familiar in some regard. But he didn't bother to spend time ruminating on the subject.
As his feet carried him further, a strange instinct to turn around washed over him a moment. Urging him to go back, apologize, and help his master.
He did his best to ignore this feeling. To keep moving forward, however. Shortly after stepping into the outside air. His eyes caught sight of the moons. Plural.
Back home, Izaneus was taught of one celestial moon, the power of which fueled the God of the moon, Laniay.
This sight mesmerized Iza and its implications, that he didn't realize his feet leaving the ground until it was too late.
As his situation caught up with him. He was already several feet into the air. Maneuvering his body to see who'd done the spell, he saw the blonde haired boy from before, holding a rose shaped catalyst with wisps of magic spewing from it.
With a deep breath and a few choice words of incantation to make sure this spell wasn't entirely harmful. Iza slowly began the process of drawing on the source of lightning, only a small amount, just enough energy for what he needed, and not a drop more. Lest he accidentally hurt himself.
After all, he'd never used magic for combat, much less to disrupt someone as precisely as he was attempting to do.
His hand begins to spark with power, taking the form of a blue erratic bolt of lightning. Which he promptly launched at the mage keeping him suspended in air.
The bolt streaked through the air toward it's target… before streaking just passed him, connecting with the ground and leaving a small indentation where it struck. Lovely.
Luckily the shock of having a bolt of lightning fly by him made Iza's captor lose control. Dropping Iza to the ground. Causing him to slam into the ground… Rather hard… Not enough to render him unconscious… Again.
But hard.
Recent blunt force trauma in mind, Iza slowly began the process of standing up. Raising his hand, ready to cast a defensive spell, before he heard them call out to him.
"Wait!! Stop, please!" They called frantically. Well. Two of them did, the pink haired one was still standing there. For whatever reason.
"Please!! Dear sir, I apologize tremendously." The golden haired one stated, acting with a dramatic, theater sense of grace.
"As a fellow noble, I dearly apologize for the mistreatment inflicted upon you. Please allow me to send my deepest apologies." He proclaimed.
Louise held her head in shame. In disgust, and revulsion. In hatred unfathomable.
He was a noble, he was a mage. He wasn't at all her reflection.
Turning heel quickly she sprinted to her room. She needed to be alone. Especially from him
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