The way Valerius was so distant and even a bit cold about poisons. It was a bit off putting to the girl. She was used to the people who associated themselves with poison to be quite eager to speak of them. Of how you get certain rare ingredients, how proud people where to speak of accomplishments in philtering. Some would even discuss the effects of poisons that would cause some sort of delusions. So it made her wonder, was the interest in poisons just an act of this man? Maybe to get to know her father? ”nonsense, a Nitrozian has little to no use of my father” but then what?
Every part of her mind cursed at the Cross, she knew that mentioning magic would be a bad call. She had only heard fairytales of cities where magic is not looked down upon, and Ravok is not one of them. Even if the Stryfe does use offensive magic, even if her father convinces Amelia that almost every member of the Black Sun uses magic, most often hypnotism, it is not a form of art that is appreciated in the city, what is quite natural. After all, it was magic that nearly destroyed these lands so long ago. But all of this, does not help Amelia in her slippery situation. A false word, and she is fallen away from the man’s good grace forever. Even if she was not sure had she gained it.
”Those are the weak, that fall to the temptations, I on the other hand have a strong will, not to mention, I study defense rather than offense” she began, ignoring the fact reimancy was more often considered a battle discipline, Mr.Nitrozian didn’t have to know that, calmly taking a sip of her tea ”Not to mention, I do not wish to be of a danger to this city or its people, I wish to help and protect…the studies in the institute are dedicated to the purpose of preparing me to serve our city, our god” The girl herself was proud of her answer, she saw it as coming dry out of water. Maybe even earning a few points in her favor, as she saw the man as someone who was a proud Ravokian, you could say she saw him as a man who was soaked in the propaganda of this city. So any signs of favoring it, might be good. She hopped good enough that he would not notice that she didn’t name the exact disciplines she studies.
Theoretically, the discussion of free time should have been a lot easier to speak on, but this whole meeting came to be like a game of chess. Every word and move had to be thought over, and while this was a challenge and a fun change of setting to the usual treatment. It was hard to tell was it for the best. ”you must be a gifted scholar, the Ancient tongue, I’ve heard that it’s a challenge to learn ” one of the few honest compliments she gave. Languages were a gift, knowledge beyond your own race and the more you had, the richer you where…the girl herself was not gifted with linguistics.
She didn’t comment on fencing, she found that a boring practice, but better to keep quiet than say that. The Pit had not made a good impression the girl, so she couldn’t really say anything good about that either. Art was near a default interest for someone who lived in Ravok. ”who ever told you, that politics are boring?” she couldn’t help but question, without really thinking along. As she had quite some fun talking and discussing them with her father, though, that was as far as it went.
”Knowledge’s of a language aren’t really something that comes to you along with knowledge of magic, it takes time, so I must admit I have no clue of it as of now. But I intend to pick up its studies once I get to Zeltiva” she explained, and hopped the topic of magic and her not knowing something, was done for…at least for now…”I enjoy a lot of things, though studies are by far a priority…I also love horse-riding and might I say, that the lakeshore is a wonderful place for it. Other than that, I enjoy singing and dancing… theater has a special place in my hearth and…” she wondered, should she mention it or not, fortune telling, it was a good hobby, she didn’t have to say that’s how she earned a living. ”I also enjoy fortune telling, a fun hobby I picked up while traveling”