As they walk and talk Weir finds himself rather enjoying their little hike. The boy shows him the lay of the land, and provides ample conversation. Just the thing to pass the day, as he has a look at the Valley. True he was familiar with them, perhaps that is why he followed Elysteria in the first place. The lands would be similar of course, to that of his own home. As similar as they could be, without being the same, of course. Because you see, they were not the same, and you would do very well to remember.
He thinks the discussion turns rather serious on the boys part. He is forwardly asked if he would join a caste. Would he? Dare he? Well, he knew he ought lend his hand, earn his keep. Usually he did, in different ways. Depending on where exactly he had travelled off to. Sometimes he was a teacher, the youth entrusted to him for learning. You can imagine how touch or go the opinions on his lessons might be. Weir could be an acquired taste at times, for those who had no desire to know more than what was at the tip of their nose. Of course, he could too be exciting, to babes who sought to know the world. To grasp on to that which was bigger than themselves. There was a whole world out there, waiting to be discovered. Other times he was a man of a different type of language. The one of politics. Of treaties, and alliances. Friends and foes, discussion and decision . Adding his little obscure tidbits until a consensus was reached, ones that could forever make or break an existence. Still there was a time when he had been a leader, a fighter. Herds often sought this type of commitment from him, he was useful in a pinch. Well, if that pinch happened to be your lack of good favor from a magician. Or anyone who held a ‘magic’. ”I would be happy to help, what needs doing my fine young friend?”
What an oddly important question to ask. Especially, to a child, but as he has said many a time. If you want to know the true nature of things, ask a child.
He was giddy with the boys response. Seeing is believing. It is something he may have even said himself. How astute, he thinks as he smiles and nods in response.
The knowledge of his gifts being past to what seemed open, and eager ears. What was this? Talk of magicians? ”Well I thank you Ramiel. It is indeed a powerful gift, if one can wield it well. I must say though sometimes it is much a hindrance rather than a help. Magic is a tricky thing. Changing the course of it, it’s nature. Well it can be certain to cause the opposite reaction if one isn’t careful. It is good to be traited child, but it is also good to remember what that use does in the end. Who did it help? Who did it harm? Is the outcome worth it end the end, and are you ready to take it that far?” What deep words to impart on a young black boy. What a statement that could take years to fully discuss, to really let set in.
”I would be pleased to meet these rulers though. I am afraid though very few have any inclination to keep my company for long. How about you? Some sort have metal manipulation?” He wouldn't even be surprised.
