"Yes." Surely anyone can sense that there's a but about to follow that allowance, though. "Please always check with me about which book, however. Some are more fragile - or even dangerous - than others." Yes, Triss, even the ones that are kept in public spaces. You've just mentally clocked his weird adrenaline habit - having supernatural items in plain sight is just one facet among many.
But this is an opportunity for an encouragement, as well, and it's one he won't miss. He leans one hand, and then that hip, against his desk, nearly sitting on the edge so he can watch her without simply looming straight up. "But, once you are comfortable enough with fueling your powers that you can see whether or not a book is magical on your own, you are welcome to touch any you'd like that wouldn't pose a hazard."
And then he gets to listen to Triss work herself through the logic of his power to a conclusion that is... It's endearingly hopeful, if nothing else. "Only in the sense that I can smell its components and its practitioners. It sounds as though yours is the sort of power that I usually need to outsource to for my finds." Will she consider it - thievery, recon - as a potential job when she's older? Will him planting the seeds now be to blame, or simply fate? "I find these books by the quiet channels that metas use for passing along tips and information. If I find one myself and I'm unsure about its properties, I use those same avenues to locate someone like yourself, or like Argus, who can examine it more thoroughly than I could."
He's leaning back fully against the desk now, hands folded in front of his hips. "Anything that anyone gets accomplished in our community, they often had help from others. It's a large extended family, even if most of us claim to be solitary."
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Date: 2016-08-08 06:36 pm (UTC)But this is an opportunity for an encouragement, as well, and it's one he won't miss. He leans one hand, and then that hip, against his desk, nearly sitting on the edge so he can watch her without simply looming straight up. "But, once you are comfortable enough with fueling your powers that you can see whether or not a book is magical on your own, you are welcome to touch any you'd like that wouldn't pose a hazard."
And then he gets to listen to Triss work herself through the logic of his power to a conclusion that is... It's endearingly hopeful, if nothing else. "Only in the sense that I can smell its components and its practitioners. It sounds as though yours is the sort of power that I usually need to outsource to for my finds." Will she consider it - thievery, recon - as a potential job when she's older? Will him planting the seeds now be to blame, or simply fate? "I find these books by the quiet channels that metas use for passing along tips and information. If I find one myself and I'm unsure about its properties, I use those same avenues to locate someone like yourself, or like Argus, who can examine it more thoroughly than I could."
He's leaning back fully against the desk now, hands folded in front of his hips. "Anything that anyone gets accomplished in our community, they often had help from others. It's a large extended family, even if most of us claim to be solitary."