ORIGIN

A single ear twitched as Amras studied the creation of the pale blue flower. The blacksmith had described himself as plant based, which could have been interpreted as being a plant himself with the flower being a part of his body. Something told him that this wasn't accurate though; even if no lights had been created with the emergence of the plant it somehow just felt like spell work. Did he mean that plant magic was easiest for him? Furthermore did that means that if he just let his magic flow it would affect plant life rather than make a shockwave like was the case for Amras?

Just this small demonstration was enough to spin the gryphon's head into even more questions than he had before, much too many to even begin to ask right now. Did everyone have a default element and his just happened to be pure energy? How many different types of magic were there? Was it possible that users of different types of magic could weave their energies together to create new magic entirely?

Unfortunately he'd have to shelve those thoughts as the blacksmith continued on, almost undoubtedly to shine light to even more of the cave's mystery and reveal countless more caverns of thought that would need to be explored. Both a blessing and a monstrous challenge at the same time.

The tale of how the familiar spell and pattern spell came to be answered one question about the creation of magic, but that description of parent came up again. Did that mean that the beings that came before had a greater mastery of the nature of magic that could be passed on? Furthermore it sounded like this magic could be used to imbue things, like Amras had just done with the pebble, and that there was a specific art to that process that could go much deeper than just implanting light.

The revelation of the existence and nature of the surface was interesting, but only in that it was obviously not a place he wanted to try to explore unless he became much more powerful. No magic and aggressive mindless creatures... with any luck Amras and the other greater gembound would be able to stay down here out of harm's way for a long time to come.

Finally, in a show of great generosity the Blacksmith displayed a variety of different magics they were willing to teach and reformed the golden wolf's summoned crystal into an item of power.

"While all magic you have displayed is awe-inspiring for a fledgling such as myself, I am indeed most interested in the pattern creation magic you have shown. While it would be interesting to explore the mysteries of the eye light spell I fear it has a high likelihood of being either much too complex of a puzzle to solve or bereft of deeper meaning and simply a minor trick. The summoning spell is unlike anything I have even begun to witness before, and very well may be outside my ability to grasp at this time."

Of course taking a crash course in pattern magic also looked like it would have the greatest potential for unlocking further areas of study. Truly he wished to learn all the blacksmith had to teach, especially if the introduction to conjuration magic had potential to contribute to further knowledge, but he wasn't about to be greedy on this one.

A slight jolt ran down the gryphon's spine as from one side the previously silent red wolf loudly blurted out a string of inquiries before attending to random objects on the ground in a neurotic manner. After the initial shock of the outburst, however, a small grin washed over his face. She did pose a few interesting questions about the previously mentioned place of danger; it seemed that many of the gembound here had the same thirst for knowledge that had taken hold of him.