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[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

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[bythewaves]

You know you are always welcome, Alice. [ She knows the rules of the Citadel, after all - so long as she does not transgress them, Maglor is happy enough for her to be there at any time she pleases, with or without him ]

[digophelia]

Good.

[ Alice is not making promises from being an overprotective sister, however. ]

[bythewaves]

[ A soft laugh ] Then I will see you there. [ he would not doubt it ]

[sufferably]

Then I guess there's a use for pessimism. You appreciate the good times more.

[bythewaves]

[ That gets a sly grin in return ]

Well I am certainly learning the truth of that here.

[sufferably]

Just enjoy it, I guess. Before the world decides to end.

[bythewaves]

If we are to die anyway, we should enjoy it? [ Maglor tips his glass to McCoy and drains it ]

Wise words.

voice, private;

[palebee]

Sir Maglor, when you've a moment spare, might I beg it off you?

voice, private;

[bythewaves]

Master Dumbledore? What is it?

voice, private;

[palebee]

I've run into a bit of a tricky little puzzle, and I hoped you might be able to help shed some light. The gods have granted you the boon of illusion, yes?

[ He'll take a gentle guess that the guy that sings all the damn time wasn't given drawing. ]

voice, private;

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor tips his head in curiosity and nods ]

Aye, they have. What puzzle might this be?

voice, private;

[palebee]

I've been quite curious as to the nature of an illusion's casting, as relative to the imagination and experiences of the caster.

[ It's not a lie, it's just not the whole truth. He really would rather like to know. Moran is only a mutton-chopped bonus. ]

In my world's past, illustrations of creatures from far climes have often been inaccurate; many artists relied upon descriptions from second-hand sources to construct images of rarer beasts.

It follows, I should think, that believable creations of illusion must act upon the caster's own, intimate experience with the image being shown. However, magic and the imaginative conscious being tightly bound across worlds, I wonder whether some universal, true image might at all influence such a construction. Much as certain names and concepts hold true between this Asgard, and that which some travelers have hailed from.

Do they have tigers in your world, Maglor?

voice, private;

[bythewaves]

Ah. A collective subconscious perhaps? It is possible, I suppose - many things are strange to me, yet, there are similarities also, in all the varied worlds I have met here.

We did - I have only seen them from a distance, however - the lands of Far Harad had many exotic beasts, and some of the trainers brought them as pets to show off in the courts.

Why?

voice, private;

[palebee]

Precisely. And if that might be ruled out, the degree to which description engenders effective illusion may be valuable knowledge in the coming days. If you are amenable, I'd be deeply grateful for the assistance; though I know time and energy more limited than ever of late. Too, I must at some point trouble you for tales of those courts.

I seize upon the subject of tigers as enormous, stripy cats are a relatively easy description to give another; or to alter as need be. There is a creature called the nundu which somewhat resembles them, [ It's rather closer to a leopard, but Maglor doesn't need to know that. ] And which might pose good measure for the influence of memory upon conjuring.

voice, private;

[bythewaves]

[ A soft amused laugh ]

Well, if you are wanting me to conjure the image of a tiger as they are in my world for you my friend, I can do so. Or are you planning on a different subject? I do not think we have a 'nundu' in my world, at the least, it is not known by that name if we do. Time is not pressing, at current.

As for tales of the courts - ask, and if I have time I will answer.

[sufferably]

Carpe diem, Maglor. Carpe diem.

[bythewaves]

[ He tips his head curiously ]

That is not the usual language I hear - what does it mean?

[sufferably]

It's Latin. An old, honored language from my world.

Means "seize the day."

[bythewaves]

Latin. [ Maglor rolls the words around thoughtfully ]

Carpe diem - Seize the day. Words of wisdom indeed.

[sufferably]

There's a rule of humans for you-- anything said in Latin is smart. Primum non nocere, and all that.

Bones. Bones no, Maglor is a language nut...

[bythewaves]

Truly? [ Maglor chuckles lowly ] I will have to ask for lessons then - it sounds a fascinating language.

[sufferably]

I'm no expert. ( he's trying not to laugh. ) Just know what comes up in the field-- it's a language of science.

Evy's an expert, though.

[bythewaves]

Evy? Oh your Miss Eveyln. [ a small amused smirk ]

Well, I will be sure to ask her for lessons then.

[sufferably]

She's not mine. I mean, if anything-- oh, forget it.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs then, a clear chuckle ] My apologies, Doctor - I could scarce resist such an opening. I will not bring it up again if you prefer.