"Yes!" her eager nod is the most enthusiasm she's shown for anything so far this awful evening. Morning? Since she woke up in a dream, anyway. Ruth smiles in her periphery. "I wanna. Want to see, I mean."
The colors are different than the lines Iron had shown her. Those were pretty enough, but confusing. They made her head hurt to try and figure out where they all went, and now she knows she can use them to move things. Did she pull them all towards her? It felt that way, only Danae stopped it before she could tell for sure. Triss likes the variety of this other metal a lot better. Even if she's not allowed to touch the magic, it's exciting to know it's there. That knowledge doesn't have to hurt anybody. It could even help them, if they were about to touch something they shouldn't.
Or not help them, if they were cruel and deserved to stick their hand in a wasp's nest.
"But how'm I supposed to know..." she trails back into gnawing at her lip, hand rising to jam a couple fingernails into the mix.
"I guess we'll have to do some cross comparison," Argus says, eyes and voice lighting up. "Take one object, you note what color you're seeing, and I'll tell you what kind of magic it sounds like to me. We'll see if there's a correlation."
That not only makes sense, it sounds really interesting. They'd both be learning something that way, even if it's mostly about how her magic works. Can Argus really tell the difference between one sound and another? That seems so much harder than picking out colors on a spectrum. She can't tell the difference between 'th' and 'd' some of the time. Or maybe it's like different instruments to him? No, that's not any better, Triss has a hard time figuring out all the strings in the music Hannibal likes. But she wants to ask him anyway, about how he hears it and what the sounds are like and if he knows anyone else who sees colors. If everybody's different, maybe they don't even see the same color for the same magic, and how confusing would that be?
Danae made it sound like she saw the lines just like Triss did. Maybe Iron's easier, after all.
"Of course," Argus is saying to Hannibal, who's thanked him for keeping the secret in front of everyone else until Triss spilled it. Whoops. "That's...good manners, with metas."
That's a word Triss has actually heard before. 'Metahuman.' It's like a nicer way of saying 'mutant', but means a little bit more, and nobody spits it out like a swear. Yet. Hannibal says any word can be made cruel if it's said the wrong way often enough, but she's not sure how long that's supposed to take.
"I'm sorry I was rude then," she decides. After daring a look at the others, Danae's wild stare and the deepening lines around Ruth's eyes, she adds, "A lot."
"Eh," Danae shrugs. Ruth's smile seems to mirror that sentiment.
"Neshama," she says again, "All things considered, it could have been much worse."
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Date: 2016-06-11 01:53 am (UTC)The colors are different than the lines Iron had shown her. Those were pretty enough, but confusing. They made her head hurt to try and figure out where they all went, and now she knows she can use them to move things. Did she pull them all towards her? It felt that way, only Danae stopped it before she could tell for sure. Triss likes the variety of this other metal a lot better. Even if she's not allowed to touch the magic, it's exciting to know it's there. That knowledge doesn't have to hurt anybody. It could even help them, if they were about to touch something they shouldn't.
Or not help them, if they were cruel and deserved to stick their hand in a wasp's nest.
"But how'm I supposed to know..." she trails back into gnawing at her lip, hand rising to jam a couple fingernails into the mix.
"I guess we'll have to do some cross comparison," Argus says, eyes and voice lighting up. "Take one object, you note what color you're seeing, and I'll tell you what kind of magic it sounds like to me. We'll see if there's a correlation."
That not only makes sense, it sounds really interesting. They'd both be learning something that way, even if it's mostly about how her magic works. Can Argus really tell the difference between one sound and another? That seems so much harder than picking out colors on a spectrum. She can't tell the difference between 'th' and 'd' some of the time. Or maybe it's like different instruments to him? No, that's not any better, Triss has a hard time figuring out all the strings in the music Hannibal likes. But she wants to ask him anyway, about how he hears it and what the sounds are like and if he knows anyone else who sees colors. If everybody's different, maybe they don't even see the same color for the same magic, and how confusing would that be?
Danae made it sound like she saw the lines just like Triss did. Maybe Iron's easier, after all.
"Of course," Argus is saying to Hannibal, who's thanked him for keeping the secret in front of everyone else until Triss spilled it. Whoops. "That's...good manners, with metas."
That's a word Triss has actually heard before. 'Metahuman.' It's like a nicer way of saying 'mutant', but means a little bit more, and nobody spits it out like a swear. Yet. Hannibal says any word can be made cruel if it's said the wrong way often enough, but she's not sure how long that's supposed to take.
"I'm sorry I was rude then," she decides. After daring a look at the others, Danae's wild stare and the deepening lines around Ruth's eyes, she adds, "A lot."
"Eh," Danae shrugs. Ruth's smile seems to mirror that sentiment.
"Neshama," she says again, "All things considered, it could have been much worse."