[ As soon as Thancred apologizes, Reynir waves - flaps, really - a hand through the air to dismiss it, interrupting: ]
Oh, no! It's okay, you don't have to apologize, seriously.
[ Thancred is so polite and considerate and honestly? Reynir isn't terribly used to that, and he's flustered and at a loss how to respond to it. It's nice, though. Really nice, to be treated seriously as a mage, and talked to like he actually knows what he's talking about.
He pays that respect back in full, listening to Thancred's explanation of how schools of magic vary, and the example of Thaumaturgy. Reynir nods now and then to show his understanding; it makes sense to him, that mages would participate in rites involving the dead. Such things are very important, in particular for Finnish mages. ]
Oh, those are so beautiful...
[ Reynir makes a little room in his basket, which is very nearly full, so he can cut some of the bright-pink dianthus as well. ]
Did you study one of those schools of magic, before you came here. And - what is an Ossuary? Unless it's something really grim and you don't wanna talk about it.
[ He had said it was involved in burial rites after all, and some people aren't that comfortable discussing death.
The fact that Thancred thinks he's asking about the population of a city-state or a single continent, rather than the world at large... and the fact that he doesn't actually know the rough numbers... that tells Reynir more than Thancred might realize. He doesn't come from a world where these numbers and statistics are known and worried about by the common person. Reynir is just a peasant from the countryside, but even he knows about how many living, uninfected humans there are in the known world.
But it's good. That Thancred has lived a life where he didn't need to know that. ]
Hmm, so are you from the big city, then? 'Cause I grew up in a village with less than 100 people and about seven times as many sheep.
That's fine! Sorry Reynir is inclined to ask such oddly specific questions
Oh, no! It's okay, you don't have to apologize, seriously.
[ Thancred is so polite and considerate and honestly? Reynir isn't terribly used to that, and he's flustered and at a loss how to respond to it. It's nice, though. Really nice, to be treated seriously as a mage, and talked to like he actually knows what he's talking about.
He pays that respect back in full, listening to Thancred's explanation of how schools of magic vary, and the example of Thaumaturgy. Reynir nods now and then to show his understanding; it makes sense to him, that mages would participate in rites involving the dead. Such things are very important, in particular for Finnish mages. ]
Oh, those are so beautiful...
[ Reynir makes a little room in his basket, which is very nearly full, so he can cut some of the bright-pink dianthus as well. ]
Did you study one of those schools of magic, before you came here. And - what is an Ossuary? Unless it's something really grim and you don't wanna talk about it.
[ He had said it was involved in burial rites after all, and some people aren't that comfortable discussing death.
The fact that Thancred thinks he's asking about the population of a city-state or a single continent, rather than the world at large... and the fact that he doesn't actually know the rough numbers... that tells Reynir more than Thancred might realize. He doesn't come from a world where these numbers and statistics are known and worried about by the common person. Reynir is just a peasant from the countryside, but even he knows about how many living, uninfected humans there are in the known world.
But it's good. That Thancred has lived a life where he didn't need to know that. ]
Hmm, so are you from the big city, then? 'Cause I grew up in a village with less than 100 people and about seven times as many sheep.