That does say quite a bit, and if Benedict hadn't spent the last couple years in the Diplomacy mines, schooling himself in the correct behavior to not start international incidents, he might have hitched a step. He does remain silent for a moment, measuring his answer, and finally decides to settle for "I'm sorry." Then, "a baby? Or someone manifested?"
The apology gets an it's all right sort of hand gesture, which Van actually means. Anything Benedict could do to counteract the sins of his countrymen, he already seems to be doing.
"My nephew," he says, which doesn't necessarily answer the question, and then, "He nearly burned the damned house down after a nightmare," which does. "You know how it goes."
This, he's realizing, is one of the things he's missed most in the past several years--having other adult mages to talk to, people he can say things like that to and know they'll simply be understood.
Of course, kind of; it's a rather different environment in Altus families, where one is coaxed into doing magic as early as possible, to ensure that one can. No accidental fires in Minrathous, at least among the upper class. But now doesn't seem like the time to point that out.
"What brings you back to Riftwatch's loving embrace?"
Benedict not pointing that out would be all the proof Van needs that he's a good asset to the division, but the fact goes over Van's head entirely and he remains oblivious. Which is, in itself, proof that Bene is pretty good at the diplomacy thing now.
"Well," he says, "tutoring is well and good, but I thought Riftwatch's embrace might appreciate a bit more firepower." Or hellish, entropic deathpower. As one does.
"So here I am, doing my bit for the war effort. But what about you? You've been here all along, haven't you? How's that gone? What have you been up to?"
"Heheh," comes a stupid little chuckle-- firepower, Kirkwall, look it's a whole thing-- but Bene's thrown off by Vandelin's next question, to which he still doesn't have a properly diplomatic answer that will both sate curiosity and prevent further questioning.
"Uh," he stalls, suddenly fascinated by the wall of the stairwell, "this and that. Mostly working for Byerly since after I..." Awkward pause, "...took a break." Great job. A+
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He does remain silent for a moment, measuring his answer, and finally decides to settle for "I'm sorry." Then, "a baby? Or someone manifested?"
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"My nephew," he says, which doesn't necessarily answer the question, and then, "He nearly burned the damned house down after a nightmare," which does. "You know how it goes."
This, he's realizing, is one of the things he's missed most in the past several years--having other adult mages to talk to, people he can say things like that to and know they'll simply be understood.
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Of course, kind of; it's a rather different environment in Altus families, where one is coaxed into doing magic as early as possible, to ensure that one can. No accidental fires in Minrathous, at least among the upper class.
But now doesn't seem like the time to point that out.
"What brings you back to Riftwatch's loving embrace?"
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"Well," he says, "tutoring is well and good, but I thought Riftwatch's embrace might appreciate a bit more firepower." Or hellish, entropic deathpower. As one does.
"So here I am, doing my bit for the war effort. But what about you? You've been here all along, haven't you? How's that gone? What have you been up to?"
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"Heheh," comes a stupid little chuckle-- firepower, Kirkwall, look it's a whole thing-- but Bene's thrown off by Vandelin's next question, to which he still doesn't have a properly diplomatic answer that will both sate curiosity and prevent further questioning.
"Uh," he stalls, suddenly fascinated by the wall of the stairwell, "this and that. Mostly working for Byerly since after I..." Awkward pause, "...took a break." Great job. A+