[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[i]Parv.[/i]

The way she oh-so-casually abbreviated one of the founding knight's names, one of her old friends, gave him hope that he might manage to convince the others to drop the surplus of formality at some point—beyond just the extent to which they all [i]let[/i] him get away with it. That small hope was enough to luckly distract him from commenting on how Tyaethe's adult-size body was still kid sized. Multiple inches shorter than Fanilly, if he had to guess, and Fanilly herself was already fairly short.

Calling attention to that couldn't be a good idea.

[color=#008b8b]"Principles, basics, whichever you want to call it, I'll need to get them down if I'm going to make anything usable out of this."[/color] That was quite the if; given his current role, he didn't exactly have the time to dedicate to long study of the magical arts in the way that most who were dedicated to such practice would—nor did he have the surplus of energy to devote to brute-forcing his way into extraordinary effects that Tyaethe did. [color=#008b8b]"But, first..."[/color]

He slid from his kneel back into a sitting position, leaning against the wall underneath Tyaethe's window seat, and reached back to grab his half-eaten cake.

[color=#008b8b]"Sambocade."[/color]