The room seemed to be tipping in toward the peculiar chessboard. It was subtle, hard to tell if it was physical decline or spiritual magnetism, but Margot's posture shifted to adjust to it all the same. She barely noticed herself do it, but maybe someone (something) else might've. The man did a fine job of holding attention, and Margot's was apt and sharp and smart and shaded dark like a raven. She'd come here wanting to size up the place, check for security for break ins and the potential of what was hidden, of what worth that dagger might be. To understand why somebody would approach a young Mage and ask them to go out on a limb for a large sum of cash.
Instead, she found herself very curious about rituals and Rites and how they became corrupt. Found herself leaning naturally in along with the pull of the room, like she were to be a part of the clutter as well.
When his eyes fell suddenly upon her, she straightened up again. Her height wasn't considerable by any means at all, but what little she had she drew to. He explained that there were no such things as Gods and something behind her expression soured. She was offended, certainly. The disagreement was clear on her young face. She'd one day learn to keep it better masked, but the youthful heat of pride and disagreement would need to temper itself first. The letter 'N' was on her tongue, but died before her voice could rise from her throat. She'd cut herself off, pressed her lips together, and continue listening on with no further fuss on the matter (no sulking either, promise).
When he summarized by explaining that he wouldn't know more than their professor, that it sounded like they already knew, she glanced briefly toward William. Hesitated for a moment, but turned to Arturo Nihm once more to address him all the same.
"I haven't found a professor yet who really knows the Other Side of the rituals, though. Academia and the skew of statistics makes that particular insight hard to come across."
Instead, she found herself very curious about rituals and Rites and how they became corrupt. Found herself leaning naturally in along with the pull of the room, like she were to be a part of the clutter as well.
When his eyes fell suddenly upon her, she straightened up again. Her height wasn't considerable by any means at all, but what little she had she drew to. He explained that there were no such things as Gods and something behind her expression soured. She was offended, certainly. The disagreement was clear on her young face. She'd one day learn to keep it better masked, but the youthful heat of pride and disagreement would need to temper itself first. The letter 'N' was on her tongue, but died before her voice could rise from her throat. She'd cut herself off, pressed her lips together, and continue listening on with no further fuss on the matter (no sulking either, promise).
When he summarized by explaining that he wouldn't know more than their professor, that it sounded like they already knew, she glanced briefly toward William. Hesitated for a moment, but turned to Arturo Nihm once more to address him all the same.
"I haven't found a professor yet who really knows the Other Side of the rituals, though. Academia and the skew of statistics makes that particular insight hard to come across."