Picking up on October's unease, the ex-soldier of the Lyuceum U'Bintualia on Kayrith permits a tremulous smile to hook the corners of her mouth. Her eyes remain hard and unblinking, incessent in their need to assure the Bard of her sincerity.
"My quest is not to find and destroy magic users. I fled from that life to begin anew. My quest now is to find someone to help me develop my own talents, someone who accepts the use of the secret art."
October shudders unexpectedly, wrapping her shawl more snugly about her shoulders. Her study was warm, and well lit, lampstands and fireplace vivid in the tenebrous winter weather. Grey twilight had come on while the two women talked, and it was quickly deepening into night. The auburn-haired bard works moisture back into her throat and murmurs, "And what is your talent, Genehsee?"
Genehsee Alturvien nods almost defiantly, as if she had been waiting for this challenging question. Her frost-hued eyes become electrified with intense focus, and the steely woman lifts a leather-clad hand, palm toward October...
And practices her magic.