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Gabe beams, “I think so. I wanted to get your opinion.”
“Gabe, this isn’t a prank, is it?”
“I saw it cut through Casey’s binding spell. Its real.”
“What’re you talking about? What’s so special about this thing?” Clio holds the legendary weapon up for examination.
“Its called the Claíomh Solais, the sword of light.” Mariana ruffles her feathers and lets them settle as she regains her composure. She stands up from her chair and clasps her hands together. “I-I’m sorry, I... That is a very old spell, thought to be lost for centuries, created by our founder: Augustine Moot. I… never expected to see it with my own eyes.”
“Moot, that’s the big statue statue with the sword?” She eyes the magical blade with skepticism. “Seems like hers was a lot bigger...”
“Since the end of the Wild Age, many spells have...” she rotates her hand in a vaguely expository loop, “...diminished. The size of the spell doesn’t really matter: what matters is what it is.”
“And that is?”
“Well... most gates don’t behave as objects: they’re regions in space. They’re static, although they do have some momentum relative to the caster and planetary orbit-“ She pauses, reading Clio’s confused expression. “Gates aren’t things, they’re places-” She simplifies with a series of pointed hand-chops. “That spell behaves differently: you can pick it up, touch it, wave it around. It has depth and shape to it. The Sender Order has spent the last five hundred years trying to figure out how it worked.”
“Huh... cool.” Clio turns the spell over in her hand, “Claive Solish, was it?”
“Its a mouthful, eh?” Gabe wiggles with excitement. “So she can join, right?”
The guardian rubs her forehead and thinks. “I mean... we’d have to be insane to turn her away. What do you think Clio?”
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