[ Gray blinks owlishly at Ciel at the suggestion that she learn something she would consider magecraft. While it's true that she has strong magic circuits, and she does know how basic techniques like magical strengthening, the thought of learning something new and magecraft-related beyond pure theory feels feels highly blasphemous to her. If she were successful, her mentor would have a conniption.
But the organization that was the Mage's Association is dead now; she thinks with bitterness, and grief, about how she might be the last person in this world willing to pay a caring thought toward the magecraft her mentor loved, obsessed, and was tormented by. His life's passion, reduced to an intangible afterthought from a clumsy novice from his world.
Gray breathes, staving off the sudden tendril of despair that has no place in this sunny, joyful setting. ]
If you don't mind teaching me, then I'm willing to try... though I can't promise it'll be worth your time.
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But the organization that was the Mage's Association is dead now; she thinks with bitterness, and grief, about how she might be the last person in this world willing to pay a caring thought toward the magecraft her mentor loved, obsessed, and was tormented by. His life's passion, reduced to an intangible afterthought from a clumsy novice from his world.
Gray breathes, staving off the sudden tendril of despair that has no place in this sunny, joyful setting. ]
If you don't mind teaching me, then I'm willing to try... though I can't promise it'll be worth your time.