Hannibal watches the squinting with private amusement. He remembers his own mutant adolescence - which, as with most of them, coincided with the rest of puberty, unlike Triss and her from-birth abilities. He remembers the way he had tried to examine the extent and focus of his abilities in those first weeks and months. How long it had taken to learn to activate the pheromones at will, how long it had taken to realize that his sense of smell was simply always on. The sense-memory of squinting in a large store full of leatherworks hits, the way it had started a headache that squeezed its way through all his sinuses.
What sort of burn outs will Triss experience, if any? What price is paid for their abilities, aside from being hunted throughout the centuries?
When Triss admits aloud that she can't see the magic anymore, Hannibal's smile becomes a public affair. "Because you snuffed the flame, or because you're out of fuel?" He asks, for more than simple curiosity - how far does their fuel go? Will there be a chance of her accidentally 'lighting' it later on? But he is more concerned with answering her question, make no mistake.
He continues smoothly, slowly leading through the kitchen to the living room. A downstairs office of sorts is on the ground floor and, while the book Triss is holding should be sorted upstairs in the proper study, Hannibal prefers the idea of her helping to the idea of getting the book placed back immediately. "That one is only a reference book, however. About water-born creatures." The scent in her room had given Hannibal a bit fat clue about where to start looking, after all.
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Date: 2016-08-06 12:28 pm (UTC)What sort of burn outs will Triss experience, if any? What price is paid for their abilities, aside from being hunted throughout the centuries?
When Triss admits aloud that she can't see the magic anymore, Hannibal's smile becomes a public affair. "Because you snuffed the flame, or because you're out of fuel?" He asks, for more than simple curiosity - how far does their fuel go? Will there be a chance of her accidentally 'lighting' it later on? But he is more concerned with answering her question, make no mistake.
He continues smoothly, slowly leading through the kitchen to the living room. A downstairs office of sorts is on the ground floor and, while the book Triss is holding should be sorted upstairs in the proper study, Hannibal prefers the idea of her helping to the idea of getting the book placed back immediately. "That one is only a reference book, however. About water-born creatures." The scent in her room had given Hannibal a bit fat clue about where to start looking, after all.