"Nothing terrifying. They get soundtracks that flare up at appropriate moments."
"Micaiah's will cooperate with Angela's if they sing together, it's really cute."
"I could conjure up a recording if you want to hear. They perform at parties sometimes."
And lo, music begins to play, of a Samarian song of some sort, entwined voices and supportive auras.
It comes to an end. "Samarian culture is very big on music."
"You've got magic coming out your ears; I'm sure you could sing like her if you wanted to."
"I imagine I could duplicate the voice and fake the training, but I wouldn't love it like she does."
"Mm, I don't think so exactly. The fact that I haven't intensely cared about music since I was capable of making intelligible sound means I'd be worse at singing; I don't think I could sing like Angela as a pure hobbyist even if I were really interested in acquiring the hobby."
"A pure hobbyist as opposed to what, a professional? Is there that big a difference?"
"I'm not actually sure," Pattern confesses. "But Angela's just a musical person, on a basic level - she got music for an aura feature, it's been her work and her passion for her whole life. Maybe I could almost completely close the gap with some combination of magic and practice but my feeling is there would always be some difference. Possibly unless time stalls in Samaria while I spend twenty years catching up."
"Maybe it just looks different from the other side. Or maybe I'm overestimating your magic. I mean, to me, singing is much less impressive than raising the dead, but for you it seems to be the other way around."
"Depends what you mean by impressive. I know exactly what steps I take to bring a dead person back. It's not complicated. You could do it, if I gave you a sufficiently pointy coin. It's not a skill, it's a matter of having fallen in with the right crowd and been the right sort of person for that crowd to trust me with the power. And the same magic can impress people with skills, but that doesn't make the skills unimpressive when they're gained the ordinary way, and I don't think the limiting factor on how good a pentagon could make me at singing is that it's just a pentagon and not a hex."
"Right. Which should make sense, because I know perfectly well not everybody can sing like I can, but - " He shrugs. "It just doesn't feel that hard, you know?"
"I suppose I could always spend a pentagon on actually testing my guess, but who's going to judge? You? You've already indicated yourself biased where Bells are concerned."
"For judging contests, probably. Perhaps not for other purposes."