"Recluce - 09 - Colors Of Chaos" - читать интересную книгу автора (Modesitt L E)and opportunities for practice. You might see if you could master the
illusion of not appearing where you stand. Although I have some suspicions you know something about that." Kinowin's eyes twinkled. "You might see if you could refine your chaos senses even more-see if you can determine by sense alone every item in an incoming wagon. I won't offer too many suggestions, but any skill you improve will improve others." The big mage straightened and let go of the chair. "Yes, ser." "I will see you tomorrow." Kinowin turned back to the window and the still-darkening clouds. A rumble of distant thunder muttered over Fairhaven. Cerryl closed the door behind him. "... heard the door. Like as he won't be long, lady mage. Your words are kind ..." "Just remember. .." Leyladin straightened from her conversation with the young messenger. Gostar was no longer one of the duty guards and had been replaced by a White Guard Cerryl didn't know, a man with an angular face and a short-trimmed beard. "Shall we go?" the blonde healer asked. "I'm hungry." "So am I." Leyladin turned and bestowed a parting smile on the messenger, getting a shy and faint one in return. "You've made another friend." Cerryl glanced across the entry foyer of the front Hall as they descended the steps side by side. Cerryl wondered. The children of the mages in the creche had each other. He'd never even really talked to another child near his own age until he'd been apprenticed to Dylert. Erhana had been snobbish, but she'd helped him learn his letters, and without that, he never would have become Tellis's apprentice-or been accepted into the Guild. Faltar had befriended Cerryl and become his first real friend, when Cerryl had first come to the Halls. That had been before Faltar had been seduced by Anya, but Faltar remained his friend. Friends were too hard to come by. "You're quiet." Leyladin glanced at him. "Your childhood was lonelier, I know, but they're still lonely." Cerryl almost stopped as he stepped off the last riser of the staircase and onto the polished stone floor tiles of the foyer floor but managed not to miss the step. "That bothered you. Why?" After a moment, he answered, "I just hadn't thought of it quite that way." "I suppose I've had the luxury of being able to look at things without struggling for coins and food." The blonde shivered as they went down the steps to the walk beside the Avenue. "It's gotten colder." "It has. Faltar said spring was coming." In the early evening, darker than usual with the overhanging clouds, the Avenue was near-empty, with a sole rider plodding northward and away from the Wizards' Square. Cerryl fastened his white leather jacket halfway up as snowflakes drifted past them. He glanced over at Leyladin, |
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