Killian was hyper aware of how uncomfortable his company was. He pushed that insecurity to the side as he placed his own book of notes - written in a specific language he had developed - on the table and opened three of the books he had stacked in the piles. The longer strands of his hair traced along the paragraphs as he read two or three books at once. With a tiny flick of his eyes, the pages would turn, but he wasn't going to be rude to the woman sitting across from him.
"What are you reading about?" he asked softly, nose almost touching the page as he read and scribbled notes at the same time. "If you don't mind my asking. I am paying attention even though I am reading."
As almost to prove it, he looked up at her while he wrote his notes. He looked a bit more serious than he had intended, but he was neck deep in the mathematical analysis of spirit magic diffusion in the atmosphere at specific altitudes and the implications as temperature was brought into the equation. There were a number of graphs and formulas.
All dry stuff, but fascinating for someone whose whole life was drenched in the stuff.
"What are you reading about?" he asked softly, nose almost touching the page as he read and scribbled notes at the same time. "If you don't mind my asking. I am paying attention even though I am reading."
As almost to prove it, he looked up at her while he wrote his notes. He looked a bit more serious than he had intended, but he was neck deep in the mathematical analysis of spirit magic diffusion in the atmosphere at specific altitudes and the implications as temperature was brought into the equation. There were a number of graphs and formulas.
All dry stuff, but fascinating for someone whose whole life was drenched in the stuff.
