As Clyde answered the question Ricky had asked the there came a feeling Ricky wasn’t sure he liked when the answer more so reflected on a personal question, not that it came off as rude or anything on Ricky’s behalf but it more so brought to attention an outlook of perspective the fisherman never really thought of before. Sure the logical questioning behind it all made the very concept of trying to learn magic bad for Ricky, almost rather inconsiderate on his behalf as he may have come off selfish and thoughtless for the family he clung tightly to when he was home. The truth behind it was that this magic wasn’t necessarily a gift on this behalf, but it wasn’t a curse for him either. It simply was what it was, an ability that granted Ricky the means to protect the ones he loved most.
As they walked Clyde seemed to reach a stop before Ricky and looked him dead on in the eyes, which intimidated Ricky to be the truth. They were both practically strangers and knew almost nothing about one another, yet the fact Clyde could see into Ricky right into the eyes put the fisherman in almost a mind numbing disposition. There was the worry, the anxiety that the mage could not only see into Ricky for he was… but the greatest risk of all would to be able to notice what vulnerability the fisherman had, what hope and passion still remained in the deep blue orbs that attempted to avoid eye contact. There was little to be done now though, Clyde had taken that step over the boundary and may have done so without notice. Or did he even mean to? Had he intended to find out what Ricky really was deep down? Did he want to figure out just what kind of person Ricky secretly was? The fisherman could only hope the answer still remained hidden somewhere inside.
The speech about magic hadn’t been a lie of course but for Ricky that wasn’t entirely true also, magic hadn’t affect his life as much as others… probably due with the fact he kept it a secret as best as he could. Still the situations the fisherman had been in, the life altering intense situations that threatened not just him but his friends? His family? No. Magic in his terms could help him instead, he just needed to learn how to gain control. How to master his given abilities, and use them as his shield when the next storm would hit him in his life. The question already held it’s answer, long before it was even asked. Along with this being known Ricky hardly needed the moment to think upon it as well, knowing that this answer already came straight from the heart. "Oi’m sorry Mr. Sullins…" There was sincerity in his voice as he spoke this, a deep sense of comprehending what possible pain and suffering at what Clyde might’ve went through in his life. No. There was no real understanding of what pain and suffering the mage endured, only the ability of imagination could spare what possibilities had occurred in one’s own lifetime. Yet for Ricky to see that this man still stood tall even after so many fires in his life, that truly brought a sense of hardship the fisherman could only comprehend.
"Oi dunno what magic may ‘ave done t’ ya, but f’r me it’s not even done a t’ing. Trouble’s always found a way wit’ me even wit’out magic mate, an’ what’s worse is de fact I can’t even ‘elp de ones I love in dangerous times." He tried not to go into exaggeration with the detail, but he couldn’t hold himself back from sharing the truth. "Oi got people, lot’s o’ people dat depend on me. T’ey look t’ me f’r support when t’ey get in trouble, but when trouble looks f’r me and gits dem involved? Dat’s why Oi decided t’ look f’r answers wit’ magic." He could feel the inside of his heart grow a little heavy with the speech, the workings of tears strongly held back as he continued to speak with courage.
"When Oi first became a magic user, Oi only knew I wanted to protect those ‘round me. It wasn’t until Oi learned Oi was gonna be a fat’er, that Oi decided to put the care of those Oi loved before me. Me only intent ‘as been f’r the sake dat I avoid de possibility o’ ‘urtin’ dem mate. Oi may not ‘ave much choice in wantin’ t’ be a mage now, but Oi choose t’ learn what Oi can t’ safely protect me and me family. In terms o’ me goal… Oi wanted t’ provide me wife and son wit’ an ordinary life, and if t’ese abilities can ‘elp wit’ dat? Den so be it," He assured Clyde with a nod, "Oi’ll give it me best t’ control t’ese abilities and give dem the kind o’ life t’ey deserve." It was the answer he felt honest and true about, there was no denying that he’d give anything for the sake of his wife and son. They were his reason to live now, only they mattered most to him. If learning such magic with such risk was bad on his part then sure, he’d made plenty of decisions in life that were just as bad down the line. All of it was a matter of perspective really, for Ricky he only sought to further his abilities to save his family and friends when trouble arrived another time. He wanted to prevent if, if at all possible, but the next time… trouble would surely find him prepared. Of that he would definitely be sure of.
As they walked Clyde seemed to reach a stop before Ricky and looked him dead on in the eyes, which intimidated Ricky to be the truth. They were both practically strangers and knew almost nothing about one another, yet the fact Clyde could see into Ricky right into the eyes put the fisherman in almost a mind numbing disposition. There was the worry, the anxiety that the mage could not only see into Ricky for he was… but the greatest risk of all would to be able to notice what vulnerability the fisherman had, what hope and passion still remained in the deep blue orbs that attempted to avoid eye contact. There was little to be done now though, Clyde had taken that step over the boundary and may have done so without notice. Or did he even mean to? Had he intended to find out what Ricky really was deep down? Did he want to figure out just what kind of person Ricky secretly was? The fisherman could only hope the answer still remained hidden somewhere inside.
The speech about magic hadn’t been a lie of course but for Ricky that wasn’t entirely true also, magic hadn’t affect his life as much as others… probably due with the fact he kept it a secret as best as he could. Still the situations the fisherman had been in, the life altering intense situations that threatened not just him but his friends? His family? No. Magic in his terms could help him instead, he just needed to learn how to gain control. How to master his given abilities, and use them as his shield when the next storm would hit him in his life. The question already held it’s answer, long before it was even asked. Along with this being known Ricky hardly needed the moment to think upon it as well, knowing that this answer already came straight from the heart. "Oi’m sorry Mr. Sullins…" There was sincerity in his voice as he spoke this, a deep sense of comprehending what possible pain and suffering at what Clyde might’ve went through in his life. No. There was no real understanding of what pain and suffering the mage endured, only the ability of imagination could spare what possibilities had occurred in one’s own lifetime. Yet for Ricky to see that this man still stood tall even after so many fires in his life, that truly brought a sense of hardship the fisherman could only comprehend.
"Oi dunno what magic may ‘ave done t’ ya, but f’r me it’s not even done a t’ing. Trouble’s always found a way wit’ me even wit’out magic mate, an’ what’s worse is de fact I can’t even ‘elp de ones I love in dangerous times." He tried not to go into exaggeration with the detail, but he couldn’t hold himself back from sharing the truth. "Oi got people, lot’s o’ people dat depend on me. T’ey look t’ me f’r support when t’ey get in trouble, but when trouble looks f’r me and gits dem involved? Dat’s why Oi decided t’ look f’r answers wit’ magic." He could feel the inside of his heart grow a little heavy with the speech, the workings of tears strongly held back as he continued to speak with courage.
"When Oi first became a magic user, Oi only knew I wanted to protect those ‘round me. It wasn’t until Oi learned Oi was gonna be a fat’er, that Oi decided to put the care of those Oi loved before me. Me only intent ‘as been f’r the sake dat I avoid de possibility o’ ‘urtin’ dem mate. Oi may not ‘ave much choice in wantin’ t’ be a mage now, but Oi choose t’ learn what Oi can t’ safely protect me and me family. In terms o’ me goal… Oi wanted t’ provide me wife and son wit’ an ordinary life, and if t’ese abilities can ‘elp wit’ dat? Den so be it," He assured Clyde with a nod, "Oi’ll give it me best t’ control t’ese abilities and give dem the kind o’ life t’ey deserve." It was the answer he felt honest and true about, there was no denying that he’d give anything for the sake of his wife and son. They were his reason to live now, only they mattered most to him. If learning such magic with such risk was bad on his part then sure, he’d made plenty of decisions in life that were just as bad down the line. All of it was a matter of perspective really, for Ricky he only sought to further his abilities to save his family and friends when trouble arrived another time. He wanted to prevent if, if at all possible, but the next time… trouble would surely find him prepared. Of that he would definitely be sure of.