[ if asking had gone well, and so had their meeting— than the reason could only be good if falco frequents this particular establishment so much. following the blood ministers had its pros, but the downside always stopped upon magic. what if there wasn't magic to rely on? what if he couldn't do it? what if he was elsewhere with no blood spells, like santa rosita or south sister, and falco couldn't do more beyond his basic combat first aid—? because there was no magic.
it would have been a frustrating way to see someone go. nehan seemed the rigid sort when it came to teaching, but no one got anywhere without applied pressure. and, of course, a desire to succeed.
falco had a long way to go, he was terribly young— but that wouldn't stop him from learning, at whatever pace he had to. this was different. it was something he wanted to do. he had a choice in it, unlike the years of his childhood spent at preparation, education and stationing at enemy lines.
falco announces his arrival at the rendezvous point, as always, at the establishment separate from the man's home as he undid the bird-skull buckle of his cloak and left his messenger bag close to the door: ]
@nehan
it would have been a frustrating way to see someone go. nehan seemed the rigid sort when it came to teaching, but no one got anywhere without applied pressure. and, of course, a desire to succeed.
falco had a long way to go, he was terribly young— but that wouldn't stop him from learning, at whatever pace he had to. this was different. it was something he wanted to do. he had a choice in it, unlike the years of his childhood spent at preparation, education and stationing at enemy lines.
falco announces his arrival at the rendezvous point, as always, at the establishment separate from the man's home as he undid the bird-skull buckle of his cloak and left his messenger bag close to the door: ]
I'm here, Mister Nehan!