Affinity [Selkie & Lorenz]
Reason +1 Starter for @kitsuneiisms
As an alumnus of the Fhrhdiad School of Sorcery, Lorenz had something of a vested interest in whatever the university published. It was seen as more of a specialist training school than anything else, second to Garreg Mach in general military preparedness but still a fundamental place of education for mages to refine their abilities. As the heir to the relic Thrysus that amplified combat magic, Lorenz’s father had naturally sent Lorenz to learn as much as he could before pushing on to the monastery.
Lorenz’s time in Fhirhdiad had been cut short by the unrest in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus. Yet, despite unable to officially finish his tutelage there and being fonder of the lusher fields of Leicester than the frigid north of Fodlan, he recalled his days there with respect and fondness.
Besides. This new theory they put forth was potentially meritorious. If one was best suited to a certain element, it would yield the most benefit to focus on said element. The same was true of any skill.
He lingered in the entryway to a classroom where a series of trials had been arranged around the perimeter of the room. A mage stood by the blazing fireplace as the obvious representation of fire, and others had their own displays of other magic such as miniature blizzard snowing into a bowl or a a ball of miasma being levitated by a dark mage, plague mask and all.
How exactly would anyone be able to test natural inclination in the first place? Lorenz paced to the center of the room, eyeing all six stations set up for students to take a gander at. He primarily knew fire and lightning Reason formulae, yet he didn’t feel a draw to anything at this range.
He turned at movement near him, someone familiar at his side. He nodded, focused but pleasant. “Ah, greetings, Selkie. Do you take any particular liking to a certain element? I can’t recall what you specialize in, if any. I myself use both fire and lightning.”
He knew who Selkie was, yet some details were woefully out of his grasp. It was unlike Lorenz, who took it upon himself to memorize facts about nobles and families he never even met, to stumble on such a block with someone he knew face to face. How odd.