[ Maia's head tilts to the side a tiny bit at that strange address. Bubbale? Is that... a title or designation or form of address? (A tiny, cruel voice in the back of his head, the one that sounds rather like Setheris, wonders if it might be some regional variation on 'hobgoblin' or a similar insult. But if it is, he has no way of knowing.)
He doesn't have time to dwell on that, because Taako's comment about his height is baffling. ]
Almost certainly a- a different realities thing. Our maternal grandfather is almost seven feet tall.
[ 'Goblin' and 'elf' clearly had different boundaries, in whatever world Taako came from. Maia had never met a full-blooded elf with a complexion as dark as Taako's, and if he thinks goblins are short, well. They're clearly talking about separate things. And yet it is still somehow a comfort, even if the definitions are different.
Maia had only seen one spell before, and that had been the death-spell that Cala had cast on Eshevis Tethimar when he had lunged at Maia with a knife. The moment had been such a chaotic blur that Maia hadn't really seen anything. Magic is not something performed commonly or lightly where he comes from; when Taako snaps and suddenly a rain of tiny sparks falls, Maia flinches, but only for a half-second. Then he laughs, both at his own jumpiness, and at the display of harmless, twinkling light. ]
I wanted to become a maza, when I was young, but-
[ He stops himself, only realizing his own slip into informality after the fact. Better to let that sentence stop there. Whether or not he would have had any talent for magic, without Setheris's impatient and occasionally violent disdain for his hopeful attempts, doesn't really matter at this point. ]
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He doesn't have time to dwell on that, because Taako's comment about his height is baffling. ]
Almost certainly a- a different realities thing. Our maternal grandfather is almost seven feet tall.
[ 'Goblin' and 'elf' clearly had different boundaries, in whatever world Taako came from. Maia had never met a full-blooded elf with a complexion as dark as Taako's, and if he thinks goblins are short, well. They're clearly talking about separate things. And yet it is still somehow a comfort, even if the definitions are different.
Maia had only seen one spell before, and that had been the death-spell that Cala had cast on Eshevis Tethimar when he had lunged at Maia with a knife. The moment had been such a chaotic blur that Maia hadn't really seen anything. Magic is not something performed commonly or lightly where he comes from; when Taako snaps and suddenly a rain of tiny sparks falls, Maia flinches, but only for a half-second. Then he laughs, both at his own jumpiness, and at the display of harmless, twinkling light. ]
I wanted to become a maza, when I was young, but-
[ He stops himself, only realizing his own slip into informality after the fact. Better to let that sentence stop there. Whether or not he would have had any talent for magic, without Setheris's impatient and occasionally violent disdain for his hopeful attempts, doesn't really matter at this point. ]