Endymion took Divination and the Sight seriously, as an academic field – he could not say he knew much about it, but he believed in it sincerely. Magic was magic, after all, and he had travelled enough to see all manners of it, from the strange to the near-unbelievable.
So weather predictions were not all that odd to him. He smiled back when she smiled, though it faded slightly at the sight of her furrowed brow. Somehow this sounded like something that had been weighing on her: a puzzle to ruminate on, like an old curse to break. “I wonder why that is,” Endymion mused, glancing at her thoughtfully. People instead of plants; and less frequent? This was not strictly speaking part of the puzzle-solving, but he was curious: “And is that a relief, or do you almost miss them?” It could be worrying, he imagined, for a habit to change.
So weather predictions were not all that odd to him. He smiled back when she smiled, though it faded slightly at the sight of her furrowed brow. Somehow this sounded like something that had been weighing on her: a puzzle to ruminate on, like an old curse to break. “I wonder why that is,” Endymion mused, glancing at her thoughtfully. People instead of plants; and less frequent? This was not strictly speaking part of the puzzle-solving, but he was curious: “And is that a relief, or do you almost miss them?” It could be worrying, he imagined, for a habit to change.
