The Vaesteri family was among Milirevi's most important families. For generations, they've put their sorcerous prowess at service of the city and in the name of the Daliath religion. Their contributions were so notorious that they earned multiple awards and titles for it. Including the Dal-kanan-Dal (the blessing that multiples blessings), an honor granted to a single digit of families around the known worlds. The family ran a temple that was large, beautiful, a historical landmark, and a shelter to those in need.
"It is okay to read. And Teronmas went out on an errand, but he did mention that you're under a temporary literacy spell."
"You're not to bookmark the books by folding the corner or similar damage, but yes."
"I'll remember where I was," Parafi states with surprising surety. "But yeah. Now is good."
"Fitting." Fenrad comments absently. They are back at the Vaesteri's place of residence again.
And again, Parafi makes it blatantly obvious that he is being very careful not to touch anything.
Dal-Yora crosses them down the hallway, talking to a secretary looking person, she waves. The two are clearly Too Busy for Small Talk.
...Oh. Good. He doesn't have to try and make his way through that then. But look at him being very well behaved and not attacking anyone or anything.
He hopes they aren't going to be here for long.
"I- um. Not used to- any of this, sir," he gestures around at the Vaesteri residence in all its grandeur.
"Ah. Yeah, I guess it has that effect. I don't know the details of why you're worried, but they are not really warranted."
Yep. The ritual itself takes longer than the previous one. But isn't meaningfully harder.
He follows any instructions he's given, quickly and efficiently, eager for this to be done.
(His mind quietly reminds him that payment is going to be due...)
"I really am very grateful, sir," Parafi says, stepping a little closer, half waiting for a cue.
Does staring at Parafi with a flat-yet-judgemental look while floating a step away counts as a cue?