Liz continued to work at her 'meal' before ultimately she became impatient with the lack of sustenance set before her and rose to find her own way to the kitchen. Assuming Thortan hadn't done anything to magically deflect her attempt to find it, the woman simply followed her nose, the scent of food drawing her to it. She'd not excused herself or explained herself, but had simply risen from her seat and wandered toward the kitchen.
She was exceptionally quiet as she retrieved a bowl of the soup he'd made, her mind working through both what she had heard and her own memories melding with the circumstances, the ways she felt she could relate. There was just barely a soft hum as she paused to search for a spoon, and within a minute or two she had taken her proper meal back to the table and settled back into place. "Moderately off topic, but I should tell you Thortan if you are going to give me bones, I do prefer the heartier animals... beef for example. Chicken bones are very splintery and weak, they don't break down well."
The barest of smirks was offered toward the dark elf before she scooped up her first spoonful and settled her gaze on Lia. "You need something more substantial than a basic teacher with such a powerful gift. Someone that has mastered many schools of magic." She glanced briefly to Thortan. She had been around enough to know who he was. The brief, knowing look had been all she offered though. "Thortan is a solid teacher. He's never trained me personally, but I know he's provided a great deal of training to the Dark Queen herself, and she has turned some of my natural affinities into something more organized through training, so I imagine he's done well."
She reflected only briefly on this, on the verbal reminder she had just given herself through this explanation. She had learned a great deal since she left the walls of Lyceum. Though she had maintained a powerful, natural gift for shadow magics, it had been almost haphazardly she had utilized it. Formal training for such was not easily found in her home region, and many of those participating in magic of any kind there adhered to more basic forms of it, if they touched the stuff at all. Her success as an assassin was largely due to these gifts, her ability to collect the shadows around her and become invisible to the average eye was precisely how she had been able to take out so many targets. Now she could do so much more with it, ranging from combat usage to idle aesthetics and illusions.
She had opted to remain silent as she thought, eyes flicking between the two if the conversation resumed and progressed. It was obvious she wasn't getting overly personal without direct prompting as well.
She was exceptionally quiet as she retrieved a bowl of the soup he'd made, her mind working through both what she had heard and her own memories melding with the circumstances, the ways she felt she could relate. There was just barely a soft hum as she paused to search for a spoon, and within a minute or two she had taken her proper meal back to the table and settled back into place. "Moderately off topic, but I should tell you Thortan if you are going to give me bones, I do prefer the heartier animals... beef for example. Chicken bones are very splintery and weak, they don't break down well."
The barest of smirks was offered toward the dark elf before she scooped up her first spoonful and settled her gaze on Lia. "You need something more substantial than a basic teacher with such a powerful gift. Someone that has mastered many schools of magic." She glanced briefly to Thortan. She had been around enough to know who he was. The brief, knowing look had been all she offered though. "Thortan is a solid teacher. He's never trained me personally, but I know he's provided a great deal of training to the Dark Queen herself, and she has turned some of my natural affinities into something more organized through training, so I imagine he's done well."
She reflected only briefly on this, on the verbal reminder she had just given herself through this explanation. She had learned a great deal since she left the walls of Lyceum. Though she had maintained a powerful, natural gift for shadow magics, it had been almost haphazardly she had utilized it. Formal training for such was not easily found in her home region, and many of those participating in magic of any kind there adhered to more basic forms of it, if they touched the stuff at all. Her success as an assassin was largely due to these gifts, her ability to collect the shadows around her and become invisible to the average eye was precisely how she had been able to take out so many targets. Now she could do so much more with it, ranging from combat usage to idle aesthetics and illusions.
She had opted to remain silent as she thought, eyes flicking between the two if the conversation resumed and progressed. It was obvious she wasn't getting overly personal without direct prompting as well.