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.
Parafi goes back to the books, seem content and excited at everything he has to learn.
He seems startled by that, but answers carefully, obviously not used to being asked questions where his answer matters.
Does this behavior persist if Feliaris keeps doing it, but while trying to be gentler about his phrasings?
He relaxes some as he gets used to being asked question, his answers are still somewhat hesitant, but less so.
He is briefly unsettled, but doesn't seem upset, he nods back, says 'hi' in response.
It returns to a similar equilibrium as before, but with the triplets' low whispering comments on sorcery.
-It's fairly obvious that he's interested in that topic, even if he's trying very hard not to look like he's listening in.
"If you didn't meant something as serious. We can teach what we are learning."
"I don't-" he takes a deep breath, trying to figure out what he's trying to stay. "I don't understand why I'd be- allowed to be trained." Pauses, flinches. "Unless you- need me to-" he swallows thickly.
"-need me to- fight, be a-" How had it been phrased? He can't remember, grasps for the nearest thing. "-a foot soldier?"
"We... we don't use foot soldiers," Feliaris says, muttering something in English under his breath.