the descendant alatar

"Love, is a distraction." Alatar librarian in training sorcerer with a proclivity for mind tricks "Sorcery requires complete focus."

It's very minimal when it comes to shifting your feet. More hand gestures and sturdy follow through.

Right... Not human. Still a bit odd to think about. "Yes well," best not make it awkward, "If you see a popsicle wandering around, please— tell them to give the books back."

"Oh I—," "I don't mean to frighten you, not at all. It's just the explanation I was given by my teacher. I suppose it would be good to find a different one..."

Well, everyone starts somewhere... If he changes his mind— Alatar wouldn't mind showing him a few basic moves.

Freezes. Would... Would be like to participate?

Training

Wonders what kind of peace he could find, if even a library is not silent.

It did fall through the portal, though it managed to smack against the shorter man's shoulder before tumbling to the ground. "Ow f—!" His sling ring'd hand clapped over his mouth, eyes going wide as he shouted. In a Library. "(I am not apologizing.)"

The tome falls through a small portal before dropping into Alatar's empty hand. "Stop it."

"Well—." Drop a fish into the sea, they will swim. It's natural for them... Magic is— (not) natural to humans. Threaten a man with death, he will find a way to freedom. Including breaching the wall between perceived reality and grasping what exists around us."

The gasp that escapes him is Utterly horrified. "You wouldn't."