#ethermade 01

Ah, philosophy- Malchior's familiar with this sort of thing, because philosophy always bordered on riddles, the latter of which dragons were always fond of, and the former being the domain of the great mages. Always wondering about the nature of the world, because to wield great magic, it was important to understand as much as possible.

This one speaks of free will, and Malchior thinks of the flow of magic. Wild and free on its own, but to harness it meant to make a conscious effort. At least on the part of human mages. Dragons simply performed magic, which made up their entire beings.

❝ Free will? I think that it certainly exists in some aspects- there are many forces that would not be seen as sentient by most, but they operate as they wish- like the magic that flows through the world. Nothing dictates how it must exist, it simply does. ❞

❝ Say, then, that a person desires to become a mage. That person will learn to redirect the flow of magic, which arguably could bend it away from its own will so that it serves the purpose that the mage wishes it to. ❞

❝ Good day to you~! ❞ comes the greeting with its usual lilt. Mellifluous, he'd often been told. A part of his charm ⎛ cultivated over the years of freedom, because by the gods was he the exact opposite long ago. Gentle and kind, but never one suited to rule a kingdom. The Crystal had chosen ... wrong, perhaps. He often wished he never knew the truth ⎠ which seemed to have absolutely no effect on the woman before him.

Because she was, of course, a divinity. Or at least something like that. She held herself in that haughty way that the divine always had- flaunting their might above mortals and never doing anything when those who offered worship were suffering.

Woe, the fickle hearts of the gods! Assuming what he was looking at was a god ...

❝ You have been standing there for a time, perhaps lost in thought? ❞