[Onni has no compunctions about perusing this sort of thing openly, but then again, he's never had much shame about his interests. He brushes off the collision as easily as he brushes off most similar small faux pas, and shrugs.]
I'm not sure.
[That admission, however, makes him a little uncomfortable. Not particularly because he's admitting he doesn't know something - he has no problem with admitting that. The discomfort comes from the fact that he doesn't know if he has magic, which is something that he's not used to. Onni is used to being the powerful mage, the one who can do what most of his fellows can't, and is always in tune with his mage abilities, always aware of them from hearing the spirits. Here, the air is silent and sterile and he doesn't feel that connection with his gods and his homeland.]
I haven't worked out yet if they've made me a mage or a monster. Have you?
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I'm not sure.
[That admission, however, makes him a little uncomfortable. Not particularly because he's admitting he doesn't know something - he has no problem with admitting that. The discomfort comes from the fact that he doesn't know if he has magic, which is something that he's not used to. Onni is used to being the powerful mage, the one who can do what most of his fellows can't, and is always in tune with his mage abilities, always aware of them from hearing the spirits. Here, the air is silent and sterile and he doesn't feel that connection with his gods and his homeland.]
I haven't worked out yet if they've made me a mage or a monster. Have you?