"Really?" Astarion asked, with the puzzlement coming through clearly in his voice. Magic was a truly delicious bit of power, after all. Not something he had ever been able to use against Cazador given that Cazador had had the ability to compel him to do whatever he wanted him to do, but.
If freedom had taught him anything it was that magic's power at his fingertips felt as good as holding a blade or drawing the string of a bow back. It wasn't quite the same feeling as ramming a blade into someone hard enough to send the blood splattering over his arm and chest, but it was close. Satisfying in its own way.
"You have flying ships and strange slates that can capture moments in time, but no magic? Seems rather an odd priority to me."
Astarion was no wizard or sorcerer. But he was fond of the arcane. Used it to his advantage where he could. Seemed strange to him that these strangers from the sky didn't avail themselves of the same power.
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If freedom had taught him anything it was that magic's power at his fingertips felt as good as holding a blade or drawing the string of a bow back. It wasn't quite the same feeling as ramming a blade into someone hard enough to send the blood splattering over his arm and chest, but it was close. Satisfying in its own way.
"You have flying ships and strange slates that can capture moments in time, but no magic? Seems rather an odd priority to me."
Astarion was no wizard or sorcerer. But he was fond of the arcane. Used it to his advantage where he could. Seemed strange to him that these strangers from the sky didn't avail themselves of the same power.