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"Good morn, Lady Helga."

If her senses are operating, she may notuice soemthing off about him. His magic has been stripped from him.

"And to you too, Sir Magius," she smiles. "How does the day find you?"

"Strange, odd, and somewhat the worse for wear, but soemhow it keeps on fidning me."

he smiles slightly.

"I hope you have beenw ell."

"Oh dear," she frowns. "I hope that it will not remain such for long.

I have been well, thank you for asking. Winter is a truely wonderful time is it not?"

he smiles.

"One never knows. But, yes. Winter is a lovely time of year. I do like it myself. What have you been up to, back on your world?"

"I have been spending much of my time teaching my young brothers to control their gifts. Father tells me I am the only person with enough patience to teach them anything and that does indeed seem to be the case. They have driven each and every tutor hired for them to leave after only a few short weeks."

And of course Helga is not above playing in the snow with her brothers either, although as this is Not Proper Ladylike Behavior, she doesn't mention it.

"And my father has been hosting many feasts and gatherings of late as well."

"It sounds like you have the skils of a teacher indeed. Will that be your profession, or just a hobby?"

he is curious. he is not such a teacher and has little patience for it.

"Oh no Sir," she says shaking her head. "More than likely I will not have a profession myself."

He blinks.

"Why not?"

Then he holds up a hand.

"Let me explain. in my time and place it is normal for women to hold professions, including some thjat most just a time ago thoguth scandalous, So forgive me if asking treads somewhere it shouldnt."

"My father is a nobleman, of some reknown," she tells him. "It would be considered improper for me seek employment. I will be married to a gentleman most likey, and raise a family of my own."

Her cheeks flush red and something in the way she says it suggests that she is not entirely happy about the prospect of this. Poor Helga is not so good at concealing her feelings and emotions.

"Ahhh."

He frowns, considers and plunges in.

"If I may say, and I apologize if I ive offense, but... Soemtimes to change the way thing are 'done', one person much start it. You are smart, a good witch, adnm from what it sounds like, a good teacher. Perhaps it is you who must change the way things ar done by doing what you are made to do, instead of what others think is right and proper."

"My father would never approve," she says softly. "And I would give my life, rather than cause him one ounce of hurt."

he bites his lips and nods, still looking bothered.

"It seems as if he would want you to be happy, but, ah, it is none of my business I suppose. At least you can come ehre, of a time, and do other things, read and write and enjoy it."

"Oh my father would never seek to stop me reading and writing. He knows how hard I study, how much I enjoy learning. But for me to seek to become a working woman, when he does all he can so that his children can live easily... it would hurt his pride, and such hurt is not easily healed."

he nods slihgtly.

"Then I hope, for your sake and his, that your life and his both continue well and with peace about them."

And he smiles.

"And I hope you will continue to come here so i can plague you with questions."

"Thank you Sir Magius."

She smiles in return and nods.

"For as long as the Landlord, whomever he might be, chooses to bring me here, I will be happy to answert any question you might have."

He grins.

"In that case, may I buy you a drink? Tis a cold and windy day outsdie, at least here."

"Oh and at home Sir," she informs him. "A drink does sound wonderful. Something warm, with a little spice, would be lovely."

He thinks, and nods to a wait rat.

"Spiced light Mulled wine please, for both of us."

he turns back to her.

"Bar makes a very light brand hat contains little enough alcohol not to worry about getting druink, yet a rich flavor."

A few minutes later tyhe drinks come and he hands hers to her.

"To learning and friends and family."

"A wonderfull thing to drink to," she nods and takes a sip of the wine.

He sips his and nods.

"Your society seems somewhat structured. Do you have a way to keep in contact with others like yourself? Other witches and wizards?"

"Well, there always Owl post, and of course there are regular markets which people use to gather and share information."

"Owl Post? "

Then he grins.

'Ah, markets, one of the oldest social eevnts of all time. Ingenious."

"How else would one deliver letters Sir?" she asks curiously.

"The markets are terribly interesting events."

He smiles to her.

"Well on my world, we enchant letters with teleportation spells. They go where we want them. And mortals send theirs by carrier."

he smiles.

"The markets of my homeland were amazing. I was never oen for tyhem, though, not before. Nowadays, I might eb interested in such."

"Carriers? They must take an age to deliver in such a manner.

I do so enjoy the markets. There are always small trinkets and such to pick up. And the owners of the stalls are fascinating people. Some of the tales they tell, can hardly be believed."

"Indeed? If it can be done, I dont suppose I might come to your world, to one of these markets someday?

"Oh I... I do not know Sir," she says, becoming highly flustered. "Although I... supose if it would not be considered too improper, and if it does indeed prove possible, then..."

He raises a hand.

"I would not ask you ever to do anything that would get you in trouble or make you uncomfortable. Only if you discover it is safe for you and okay with you, would I ask it."

He smiles a little.

"I shall... I shall think over your request Sir, and give you my answer at a later date. Is that acceptable for the time being?"

He smiles and nods.

"Of course. Take your time. I dont think I can leave at the moment anyway. I cant see the Door."

He smiles.

"Where di you leanr your magic, if I may ask."

He concentrates, hoping he can understand and hear her words, even if half the conversation has been slipping through his mind's grasp.

"My magic is inherited. I was taught at home by tutors and occasionally my father, when he had time.

I say, Sir Magius, are you feeling quite alright?" she frowns.

He nods, listening but again, some of the words slip past.

He sighs.

"In truth, not completely. I serve Gods on my homeworld and my nmjagic comes from them. recently I angered them, and they chose to withdraw their magic, completely. Unfortunately, their magical prohibition leans so far as to make it impossible for me to even hear words about magic. So I keep missing words and parts of sentences. I was ratehr hoping your inherrant mahioc wouldnt be effected, but it is."

He sighs and looks down.

"I am rather a complete un-wizard now."

"Oh Sir, how truely awful for," she says her face filling with sadness. "Is it... permanent?"

He shrugs , lookin down.

"I dont know."

"Oh you poor dear," she sighs. "I wish there was something I could do to help, but I know nothing that would be of use."

He smiles gratefully.

"I will be okay. I know it. I jut ahve to find a way to function... it's hard and very offputting, but... I will survive."

He smiles at ehr and hen glances around.

"I will survive."

She smiles and nods at him.

"I admire your courage Sir."

He smiles a little and blushes a bit.

"I am not all that courageous. I just am stubborn. I refuse to die because I have no magic. I dont know what I will do, but I will find something."

"If I were in a similar situation, I do not believe I would have the same strength. You may call it stuborness, I call it courage," she smiles.

"Then I thank you."

he eyes her for a moment.

"You might, however be surprised by how much courage you have. Sometimes it comes from inside at the strangest of moments."

"Oh, I do not know that I would Sir. Perhaps one day I will be in a position to find out."

"Maybe, maybe."

He styands.

"Anyway, I need to do a few things, but it has been very nice talking with you. I hope to see you again soon."