Morrigan Crowley stared at Professor Lyra and wondered about the face of the enemy she imagined, that stole and kept the knowledge of power. Her voice was very certain, as though it laid down a law. Themis Lyra grinned again, and her eyes were bright and grave. Something contracted around Morrigan in her presence, as if those eyes bade her to freeze in place.
Morrigan's face turned into half profile. While she was still looking at her guest, it also gave her the impression of being halfway to turning away. "Blood magic runs through the secret histories, sometimes as a trickle, sometimes a river," she said and glanced only briefly at the vial with blood. "Our contemporaries consider it a dark art, but that is reductive."
Morrigan stood up again and walked over to a kettle on a strange and blackened metal contraption. Enough water was left inside, and she lit the fire, perplexingly, with a banal set of matches produced from an old matchbox. "To remedy your lack of knowing, you require sources belonging to the secret histories. Secret histories belong to the invisible arts. As the name suggests, those cannot be found at the library. Unless the library is secretive in nature, or invisible," explained Morrigan while she prepared tea. She did so with no utilization of magic. As such, it took time and procedure.
Finally, a cup was set down in front of her colleague and Professor Crowley settled back behind her desk. "I could assist you with your research." Morrigan was a scholar. She was given to the hours of illumination. She did not sacrifice at the altar of the hours from blood. However, someone else residing at the school might. "Blood Alchemy is the specialty of Professor Griffith. You might want to try asking him," she said, and her pale eyes narrowed —Griffith was a disciple of the forge that got subverted by the grail; Since finding the Beheliths at his office, this theory grew towards certainty with every observation of him that she added to her net of information. Not only did he know, he practiced. Now a new seeker awakened and found her way to her door. She turned that connection of circumstances back and forth in her mind.
Morrigan's face turned into half profile. While she was still looking at her guest, it also gave her the impression of being halfway to turning away. "Blood magic runs through the secret histories, sometimes as a trickle, sometimes a river," she said and glanced only briefly at the vial with blood. "Our contemporaries consider it a dark art, but that is reductive."
Morrigan stood up again and walked over to a kettle on a strange and blackened metal contraption. Enough water was left inside, and she lit the fire, perplexingly, with a banal set of matches produced from an old matchbox. "To remedy your lack of knowing, you require sources belonging to the secret histories. Secret histories belong to the invisible arts. As the name suggests, those cannot be found at the library. Unless the library is secretive in nature, or invisible," explained Morrigan while she prepared tea. She did so with no utilization of magic. As such, it took time and procedure.
Finally, a cup was set down in front of her colleague and Professor Crowley settled back behind her desk. "I could assist you with your research." Morrigan was a scholar. She was given to the hours of illumination. She did not sacrifice at the altar of the hours from blood. However, someone else residing at the school might. "Blood Alchemy is the specialty of Professor Griffith. You might want to try asking him," she said, and her pale eyes narrowed —Griffith was a disciple of the forge that got subverted by the grail; Since finding the Beheliths at his office, this theory grew towards certainty with every observation of him that she added to her net of information. Not only did he know, he practiced. Now a new seeker awakened and found her way to her door. She turned that connection of circumstances back and forth in her mind.
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