Savino had rarely, if ever, really thought about wandlore, but he had to admit it was an intriguing idea – even if Miss Reid’s experiences said the Sight had never crossed over to the trade to guide her anywhere in it. She seemed content enough with her wand-making endeavours in spite of that – it sounded like she was naturally inclined to be more at war with her Sight, between the two. His smile faded a small fraction at her complaint about it – a distraction or useless – but he didn’t know how to persuade her otherwise when the Sight... well, could truly be both of those things. That was the difficulty, after all – trying to marry the innate talent of Seeing with a more practical application of Divination.
Savino chuckled at the conversation – and felt much the same, that he could happily keep talking – but he was conscious that the pair of them had been talking before he’d arrived, and he hadn’t been raised to be impolite.
Politeness was not often his first priority, admittedly, but once enthusiasm was well in hand, it was easier to remember his manners. “Yes,” Savino agreed genuinely, “– but you must forgive me for interrupting you.” He waved his hand in avid apology, his gaze drifting between the pair of them. “I am sure the two of you have more catching up to do.”
Savino chuckled at the conversation – and felt much the same, that he could happily keep talking – but he was conscious that the pair of them had been talking before he’d arrived, and he hadn’t been raised to be impolite.
Politeness was not often his first priority, admittedly, but once enthusiasm was well in hand, it was easier to remember his manners. “Yes,” Savino agreed genuinely, “– but you must forgive me for interrupting you.” He waved his hand in avid apology, his gaze drifting between the pair of them. “I am sure the two of you have more catching up to do.”
