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I'm fine.

[ baby you are about to puke. ]

It would be different if I had an actual wound. But if this is all in my head, there's no need to stop what I'm doing.

It's not in your head. It's a physical response to the injuries and trauma you were resurrected from.

[It's like you never studied Magic Science, Dimitri.]

If you were cut with a sword you'd need to rest the injury. It's the same thing.

[ some of us studied lances instead, okay? ]

Ridiculous, [ Dimitri grumbles. There's a pause before, ]

What do you expect me to do? Shall I simply wait it out in my room? Sit there uselessly?

A little bit, yeah. Or you could study, relax, watch some mover-ies.

[He means movies]

But being physical isn't going to help. And no one's going to punish you for recovering from your death toll.

What's a mover-ie?

[ asks the person also from ye olde fantasy canon. ]

Humans have these moving picture entertainment... things. Like a play, but on a screen.

[Which he supposes makes sense when they don't have bards or illusionists.]

They're actually pretty entertaining, we could help find you some to watch if you like.

It all sounds fairly useless.

[ Just saying. ]

But if such things are common here, I suppose I should learn what they are as well. We can watch one.

Humans aren't good at sitting still and doing nothing.

[Yes he's aware he's saying it to a human this is literally proving his point.]

If you don't want to feel like you're wasting your time, they also make educational entertainment. Taylor's shown me videos of this old guy who tells people about the weird plants and animals in their world.

[ There's a small pause before Dimitri points out, ]

You know I'm a human. If you're not, then what are you?

[ His hand shifts to his side, where a knife would normally hang and, much to Dimitri's irritation, absolutely doesn't now. ]

[A look of discomfort crosses his face for a second, and his hand comes up to stroke through Flapjack's feathers.]

I'm... not human. I thought that was obvious. [He tilts his head slightly to highlight his pointed ears.] I'm- the easiest explanation is I'm a witch. Let's just go with that.

I noticed your ears, [ Dimitri points out ] But that doesn't mean anything. It would have been different if you looked distinctly nonhuman, but as far as I'm concerned? Pointed ears are barely a marker of difference.

[ There's a pause before he lets out a bitter laugh, ] Besides, I'm on a magical ship that transcends all of time and space, pulling people from various worlds. I suspect I am the only person here who knows about Crests. It would not surprise me if in other worlds, humans had pointed ears.

Funnily enough, I haven't met any humans here with pointed ears yet. The only other ones with ears like mine were vampires. Also, [And there's a faintly annoyed air to his own grievance;] there's only one other person on this ship who knows about magic as I understand it, and she hates me. So I get what it's like to feel alone in your understanding of the world.

How does magic in your world work? In mine, it is simply a skill that one can learn with enough training. Certain people have a higher aptitude at it and certain people are better at certain types of magic, but in theory? Anyone could learn it.

I'll tell you about it on our way to the library. [Because he's getting you out of this Titan-damned gym young man.] Then you can tell me about Crests while we find something to watch.

[ you're not his dad, he's older than you are!!!! But Dimitri gives Hunter a little nod. It would probably be good to have at least one other person here who knows about Crests so when he references it, people won't look at him like he's insane. ]

I suppose that is acceptable.

[Hey look, he's doing it! Being a responsible warden and removing Dimitri from hurting himself!

There's a bit of a bounce in his step as he leads the way, and Flapjack hops off his shoulder to circle around both young men.]

Magic in my world comes in a couple of different forms, but the one that's most prominent is inherent - nearly every witch has the ability to use magic, and access to training that lets them cast spells, and the spells are grouped into- about ten different styles called covens, more or less.

That seems like far too many schools.

[ just saying! ]

It is not my strongest suit, but I know magic can roughly be divided into three schools in my world.

[ Without thinking, Dimitri goes to swat at Flapjack, idly like how one would swat away a bug. ]

[And Flapjack dodges, obviously, but he also flaps right up into Dimitri's face to voice his complaints- which he does by tugging on Dimitri's hair with his beak. With surprising force, in fact, if he's not prepared it'll yank him off-balance.]

Tell your bird to get out of my face, [ Dimitri grumbles, again trying to swat at Flapjack. ]

[Hunter glances back, and lifts a hand to cover his mouth and hide his grin quickly.]

He's trying to get you to lighten up. [He gives Flapjack a look, and the bird releases, to come settle on Hunter's own head like a triumphant little crown.] He still does that to me sometimes, when I'm having a rough day.

I'll lighten up more if I don't have an annoying bird yanking at my hair.

[ he will SMACK YOU DOWN, tiny bird. ]

He was trying to help. [And that's more of a defensive mutter than a real comeback. He'd rather keep talking about magic anyway.]

But- yeah, there's ten major covens in my world. I belong to the highest ranked, the Emperor's coven. [He pulls his sleeve back, revealing the coven brand on his wrist.] Normally the brands prevent us from using other covens' magic, but as part of the Emperor's coven I have access to all the other kinds.

[ Dimitri leans over to look at the coven brand. However, the admission that brands prevent people from using other covens' magic causes him to frown a little in annoyance. ]

That sounds counterproductive. Where I am from, there are no restrictions on who can use what magic. The only things that limit you are your innate talents and how much time you study. After all, even the healers and clerics need to defend themselves.

I mean- it's not really a good brand.

[He runs his opposite thumb over it, before he tugs his sleeve down again.]

We only have them because the Emperor of my world was trying to kill everyone. The sigyls are markers for a draining spell, one that was designed to drain the magic from every witch and demon with one in my home realm.

[ Dimitri can't help but narrow his eyes at that. With no hesitation, he points out, ]

That's barbaric.

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