03-06-2015, 03:52 PM
Bel chuckled slightly, the Scry floating down into his hands. Looking down at the cover of the book, he allowed his fingertips to gently run over it. The Scry had been with him since the beginning, well, mostly. He had been given it when he was about seven, when he was allowed to begin harnessing his magic. He had been told that the Scry’s age was something no one knew, nor did they know how it was originally created. It held within it, information from all over the world, and could call upon knowledge of just about anything it was asked for. Quite the dictionary and resource for a magic wielder. The Scry could be a very powerful tool, and in the right hands, something that could make a master of magic quite easily.
He had spent days with it, learning, evolving himself. It had become a sort of companion for him, since no one else there was really of his age. Many of the sages were always busy as it was, so they never had time to simply play with a child. Not that he had much time himself, since most of his life was spent around learning and taming the beast within. The Scry warmed a bit in his hands, as if sensing the thoughts that were moving through his mind. They shared a deep bond, the book belonging to Bel now. It was hard to explain, similar to a contract or a blood oath, but different all the same. The book was a part of him, only responding to him, unless he willed it. That was why only he heard its voice, or why others could not use or read from it, unless by his will.
Some commented on the book being more like a pet, but treating it like that, Bel found insulting. He smiled once more, the Scry seeming to calm enough, to where he thought it might in deed apologize. He turned to return to the tent’s interior, when a slight voice and movement caused him to pause. He turned his frame a bit, catching sight of the fire wielder. He must have interrupted her with the conversation with the Scry. Turning to face her completely, he gave a slight bow to the female. “Forgive us if we interrupted you. Scry was just in an uproar about the new comer” he smiled. The Scry slipped from his hands, floating over around Faie for a moment, before hovering in the air by her. Bel crossed his arms slightly, “practically everyone is inside….there seems to be something more going on now however...” Bel had heard the rise in commotion from within the tent to.
Had that been what had drawn her here? It seemed something other than the Scry was causing distress. “Shall we see what all the fuss is about?” he asks, before brushing aside one of the flaps to the tent. The mess caught his attention first, the plates and food sprawled out upon the floor. He raised an eyebrow, not faltering as Adira made the mess about to strike her and another vanish. The new girl had seemed to have gotten herself to be the center of attention once more. The Scry floated into the tent, hovering by him for a moment. Seeing the scene, it gave a few glows, almost like it was laughing. Bel frowned, pulling the book from the air.
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