childrenofbahamutlogs | [winter catch all] Ignis

"You understand correctly."

That much, at least, Lahabrea is perfectly willing to acknowledge, and the nod that accompanies his answer only serves to further show off the pair of horns that are growing in at his hairline. And the only outward suggestion that he is in any way turning into a dragon, though presumably he does have scales somewhere under his robes.

Still, he passes no judgment on either what Ignis has chosen to wear nor the clawed hand that comes to rest against his chest.

"I am Lahabrea." There are no pleasantries that follow, save for another brief nod. "What is the nature of the magic you had mean to ask of?"

He is no Elidibus, it is true. But he is yet more than skilled in magic besides - if not more so, within his particular area of focus.

"A magic that could create light, simply put." He has no idea how complex or simple that might be, for these particular individuals. After all, magic as they know it is absolutely incomprehensible to him from a world where magic is restricted to royalty and deities.

Even if he, or Gladio, or Prompto can all use magic, it is primarily because Noct can put it into forms that allow them to use it.

"To be more specific, I was wondering if there would be a way to use such magic to put lights as decoration for the beginning of winter. It is part of a holiday in my homeland when the months have longer nights, and I thought that perhaps it would be of use here."

"The creation of light is simple enough."

It is, perhaps, not a spell Lahabrea has commonly thought to turn to. But that hardly means that it's difficult. Merely that it is not often something he has cause to turn to.

Nor, for that matter, is he entirely unfamiliar with celebrations during the parts of the year where the nights grow longer. The solstice celebrations he knows might well be nothing at all like the celebrations with which Ignis is familiar, but the idea of light to balance out the darkness is one he understands well enough. A reminder of that which was and will be again, as the seasons turn.

"Nor would it be particularly difficult to create a more lasting enchantment of the sort you have described."

A pause.

"Though had you any specific wish as to how they should appear, I will listen."

He cannot, after all, be certain that the nature of the lights he knows and the ones Ignis has in mind are similar.

Ignis is always very careful to keep his expectations low. Other people can be terribly unpredictable, after all, and there's no point in getting disappointed when there's not even a promise of something. Besides, people can often tell when expectations are being pushed on them. Sometimes it's subconscious but they can tell. Best to stay reserved and realistic.

It sounds like a rather dull way to live, but the upside is that when those low expectations are exceeded, it's delightful.

Just the show of interest in a request is enough to rouse him, a bit of light sparking in his own eyes. (Metaphorical. They aren't glowing, not for him.) "I appreciate your generosity. In truth, my own culture tends to favor paler lights in small clusters. A representative of the little actions which light up our existence." Or, at least, that was what he was told as a child, and he always rather liked the idea. Of each small decision contributing to a path of light.

"With that in mind, having them decorated about the town center is what I was thinking of in particular... Would it be much trouble if I were to accompany you to see how you create these lights?" His hand moves away from holding his cloak shut tight, and one claw points towards his temple.

"The individual who is accompanying me has said that there is magic here as well which could craft such effects into existence, but I have not been able to weave such thingss into reality myself." So perhaps learning other magics would prove enlightening.

Not to mention he's simply just curious.

There's a brief shrug at the acknowledge of his generosity. Not enough to suggest that he isn't - or can't be - but enough to suggest that he doesn't feel his gesture particularly warrants it. That or he's inclined to downplay his effort, and at this point it might be hard to tell which it is.

"The spell is simple enough, and even maintaining it for some time will not be much of a drain. Less so if it is wrought into something nearer an enchantment on whatever is to bear them."

Still, there's a nod at the explanation of the lights.

"Paler lights are likewise common in my own experiment, though less so in clusters. Still, I see no reason these cannot appear in such a manner. Both will serve to mark the season."

And neither is likely to be more difficult to arrange, either.

"Nor would it be any trouble for you to accompany me. The spell itself will require some amount of focus, but beyond that there is nothing that would require I do so alone."

Ignis takes in the brief explanation of the spell - or at least how it functions. It's good information to have, knowing what will make a spell last longer or be less of a bother, both as someone who is hoping to figure out spells for himself and for the more immediate matter at hand.

"Thank you. Then, shall we go, since you have no pressing matters at hand?" It may be a little tricky since it is daylight still, so not the best time for viewing small lights, but it will be a good time to at least see where they are going and what they are doing.

Fortunately, perhaps, Lahabrea is more than willing to discuss the finer points of how spells happen to work. It may not be something he is going to turn to just at the moment, given that there are yet lights to manage. But in general he has never much minded discussing such things and there will no doubt be time after he has finished with his spell.

As such there is simply a nod at the question.

"I presume you had wished for them to be in the nearest there is to the center of town?"

Lahabrea is already starting to head in that direction, but not so quickly that he wouldn't be willing to start elsewhere instead.

"Yes. It would be a pity to simply keep the isolated. The entire purpose of things such as these are to be shared with the community, after all." He's not so heartless or selfish as to want to do otherwise. It might be a nice bonus, but that's it.

So Ignis follows along, content to keep conversation minimal if Lahabrea shows no interest in it, and simply points along to some of the areas that he thinks would make fine places to place the lights. He certainly keeps in mind what Lahabrea said before, about them doing better with something to attach themselves to in these estimations.

That's all, before he lets Lahabrea get to his work, watching in clear curiosity.

There's a nod at the answer, but other than that, Lahabrea seems to be largely disinclined to casual conversation. Should Ignis have any further questions he does his best to answer them, but otherwise he is content to simply fall silent until they arrive at their destination.

"A moment."

It is, perhaps, the first thing he has said for a while, as his eyes take in the available places lights may be put. He knows what to expect out of the center of town the same as anyone else who has lived in Town for even some small amount of time. But it is one thing to be familiar with it and quite another to actually look for suitable places for the manner of spellwork he means to use.

A moment later, he begins. As far as spells go, it is not particularly flashy either - as he has said, the creation of light is indeed a simple spell. There are a few brief gestures as he defines the spell and holds in mind that which he wishes it to do, and then the feel of rising aether before all at once little clusters of pale lights begin to bloom across trees and buildings.

Ignis of course is somewhat more familiar with the concept of magic than the average person in Lucis would be. While it is something generally restricted to two very important bloodlines, with the connections of the Oracle and the weight of the crown, well... That is all the more reason why he should be aware of it as Noctis's retainer.

Yet thanks to the abilities which come with the crown, that means being more aware of what bits of magic can be shared... Simple in comparison to what he's come to learn about, and yet the simple pure force of fire in one's hand is still impressive in its own right.

From the little bit he's managed to see of it... It's just as quiet and unassuming an effort as what Lahabrea demonstrates right now. No words, just a gesture or so, and then..

Lights.

There's an eager sort of bubbling in his chest, and it's actually hard for him to tell if it's purely from him or if some of Sveargith's own curiosity pressing in against him. "It appears quite simple," Ignis says, still quiet and calm as he has been for the entire walk here. "May I ask about how the process works?"

With the spell finished (at least on his end; the lights continue to bloom across the available surfaces for a bit longer), Lahabrea is more than willing to turn instead to the discussion of how the magic works. Not for nothing has he spent much of his time in the halls of Akadaemia Anyder, after all. To say nothing of the fact that he has spent so much of his life focusing on the ins and outs of magic.

(Creation magic, mostly, true. But that makes him no less qualified to speak on any other sort of magic.)

"You may."

There's a nod with the answer, before Lahabrea gets on to the actual explanation.

"All magic is born of aether - an energy that exists in abundance both in my own world and within all living beings. It is through concentration and focus that aether is than shaped into whatever one should wish. A simple spell, such as a simple elemental spell, or that which has created these lights takes but a small amount of aether. A larger spell, such as that required to shape furniture would require both more focus and a greater quantity of aether."

A pause, and then he continues.

"However, as this world is not as replete with aether as my own, I am limited to that which resides within my own body."

Which is no small amount, not that he says as much.

Ignis is at least a good student. He listens with clear full concentration, hands still where they fold over one another to only keep his cloak in place, and nods when Lahabrea is finished.

"I see... I imagine then that different creatures, much like different worlds, also possess different concentrations of aether." So what may be trivial for Lahabrea may not be so for another person. Ignis is thinking of himself, of course, but he has to admit it could be anyone. Even the Lucis royal lineage doesn't quite make magic out of nothing. All the energy drawn out from elemental deposits comes from them, and is simply placed into something convenient for later use.

Although he does wonder about their warping and the Armiger....

"Is the process behind a simple spell and a larger one similar, or are there distinct differences?"

"That is correct. Even on my own star, the amount of aether present within any living being varies, and there is no guarantee that every being will be capable of harnessing that aether to any meaningful degree."

Some can, certainly. But not all of them, by a long shot. Admittedly the fact that most creatures are something that has been deliberately created does play a role in that but that's normal enough to Lahabrea that he doesn't see any particular reason to mention it.

"The basic requirements are the same. All spells require concentration and aether. More involved ones may either require longer periods of focus, or have specific gestures that are necessary to call the invocation into being. Some may require both."

"I see... I had hoped that there could be a way to see how much aether I might possess myself, yet it seems as though the chances are unlikely I would be able to do anything with it." Either because of the amount or what his body is capable of.

Oh well. He'll find other ways to manage or look for other avenues in magic. "I thank you for the explanation alongside the lights. They really do look lovely." And he imagines they will look even better when it becomes darker. "May I treat you to tea, or a meal? As thanks."

"It would not be impossible to learn, should you wish. However, Hythlodaeus or Emet-Selch would be better suited to judging how much you possess. My sight is not so keen as theirs."

He is more than willing to teach, certainly. But he is not the best judge of how much aether any one person should happen to possess. Still, neither does he dwell on the idea overmuch. Should Ignis wish to follow up on the suggestion he is free to do so, and if not it matters little enough to Lahabrea.

Instead there's a nod at the question.

"I would accept tea, should you wish to offer."

Their sight is better... Distantly, Ignis recalls how one of the bakers - Mithrun - had been quite upset when told of their particular situation and how dragon souls were bound to theirs. Indeed, Emet-Selch had been the one to step forward to speak with him about something. And if he recalls some posts on the network...

"I suppose it is worth inquiring about if they have the capability," he affirms. "Still, for now, I believe the bakery should have access to some lovely tea..."

Which is where he'll take Lahabrea. If nothing else, Ignis can appreciate someone else so committed to his place in life like the local baker is.

"They should."

Getting Emet-Selch to agree to do so is a task Lahabrea will leave in Ignis' hands, but that he doesn't mention. He is not the one who wishes to know, and though he is capable of seeing aether to an extent, his skills are not sufficient to tell what sort of capability one might have. Not if he wants to have any degree of accuracy.

Still, he turns his attention instead to the bakery and the promise of tea besides. There will be time to continue discussing aether and the possibility thereof later. For now, he has earned at least a brief moment of relaxation and conversation that is at least less immediately aimed at celebrating the end of the year.

Edited 2025-01-23 03:21 (UTC)

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