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This is a city, if your standards for "city" don't require skyscrapers, electricity, or plumbing. She's landed on a side street; to her left, the crosswise thoroughfare has people hollering about their things for sale, people hurrying on foot and poking along on horseback to get here and there, storefronts and apartments in two and three story structures. The street she's standing on is quieter, houses and less customer-facing businesses, though it has its share of spillover traffic; she has not yet been noticed, by that fellow leading a goat or that woman with a basket of laundry or that family all holding hands so as not to lose each other. It's a cool day, a little misty.
Deskyl in Cefax
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DZ keeps watch to make sure they don't get too close.
"Deskyl would like to know where your young mages come from," DZ relays when someone comes for them again.
"We adopt them," says Tse Witwex, conducting them to the next appointment. "From the orphanage."
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She nods.
"Is it particular children who have the potential to be mages, or something else?"
"We make them into mages with the Godspring. Any child of the right age can be a mage, but we pick the ones who will hold up best to dwindling, insofar as we can guess."
"Why do you ask?"
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"Not everyone can become her kind of mage, and there's a rumour that the other sort of mage like her - they have the same kind of magic but different training - steal babies with the potential for it. She doesn't approve."
"I see."
The greenmage they're going to observe is talking with the client about exactly how she wants the magic done; she's trying to quit a painkiller she's addicted to and her grandfather's footing the bill for it but there are a few ways the greenmage could approach the problem.
Eventually the client states her preference, and the greenmage writes out all the details and frowns at them and then, slowly and with more complicated steps than the others, performs the magic.
The client looks nervous. "When you said an observer I thought you meant -"
"Shh," says the greenmage.
"Shhhh," says the greenmage.
Eventually the greenmage is done. She and her attendant see themselves out.
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"She expects to be able to block dwindling entirely after another few tries."
"We can schedule things closer together in the future to allow you to observe more all at once."
"Will that be all today?"
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"Yes Ma'am." DZ arranges a time for them to return, and asks if Tse Witwex expects to be able to tell whether Deskyl protected the greenmage from dwindling by then.
"It should be clear by that time, yes."
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"Thank you, Ma'am."
And back to the city they go, to focus on earning enough money to get supplies to make a charger for DZ.
They can make money pretty steadily with telekinesis.
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Oh good.
They're back at the Temple-Guild right on schedule.