#wizards dictatious

You wanted to be a mage and painter in Camelot. Study magic, paint the Royal family, and learn ancient knowledge. The chances were slim but you had faith in your skills and were excited to at least try. You had travled a seasons time to learn from Merlin and Morgana, too serve King Arthur but it seems the rumors of Camelot were untrue. It was not the Kingdom of Light you'd come to expect. The Knights of the Round Table were bigots and Arthur spoke of things he didn't understand as if an expert. He acknowledged your brush skills but never once discussed magic. He planned to ban it and all who could do it. Morgana was the only sane person in the entire castle but again and again she was ignored. You were ignored.

Having expected more you decide to pack up and find somewhere else to settle. If not with your own kind perhaps the earth would take you in.

Morgana seemed saddened when you decided to leave but more than understood. She sent you off with good regards and gave you lots of scrolls to self teach. She even slipped in some new art supplies for your troubles. A kind woman riddled with darkness you wished her luck before heading to bed preparing to leave the next morning.

So early Dawn, the light barely peaking into your window you retreated away from Camelot. Past the stone walls of a kingdom you hoped to call home you trudged your way deep into the mystical woods and decided to live amongst the wild things. You could learn magic here away from all those that feared it and become closer to the earth. Your scrolls and paints would be your guide.

Settling into a routine you pick a spot and create a cottage. Next to a creek you make a well and dig a garden. After another season you have a home and crop before winter fall. A small room to call your own, a kitchen, and a latrine. Outside you'd also made a shack where you could do art and be happy.

Out here away from humans you were truly free.

It's out here in the middle of the wilderness you meet Blinky and Dictatious. Your simple cottage where you painted and did magic was about a miles hike away from a busy troll center. You had no idea you'd built so close to troll territory until a close encounter with a Gum Gum almost left you dead, yet you refused to leave your new home and tried to make peace by giving the trolls and Gunmars wandering space. You don't bother the trolls they don't bother you, at least you hoped they'd give you that courtesy.

And at first it was that way. The trolls in the area ignored you and you lived your life in bliss. Doing magic by campfire light, singing and dancing to spirits, bathing under the stars, and painting whenever you chose too.

But soon the trolls discovered your hidden talents. Maybe it was the smell of your house, or the feel of the land around were you built but they could sense magic. Ever since you came they also noticed how their crystals tasted better and the land was healthier. They soon realized the human who lived a fortnights walk from the nearest civilization was a mage.

Mages were rare and renound amongst trolls, magic being such an important part of their culture. So of course they became curious of you. Mages often lives in packs, wiccans stuck closey together so why were you alone? As the trolls got curious they began to watch you occasionally some even going as far to try and meet you.

Whenever a troll happened to meet you, you were always polite. Soon they realized you were a friend, as long as they didn't threaten or scare you, you wouldn't threaten them.

Soon enough one of curious trolls learned of your artistry as well. Trolls tend to eat paper but your work was beautiful. The trolls grew fascinated with your skills and soon you had trolls offering you priceless gems and artifacts for a portrait or help brewing a potion. Your magic and artisy began to spread fast and the trolls all wanted to become your friends. It's through these spreading rumors and excited gossip the twins heard of you.

A small human who had the ability to cast magic and draw life like portraits. A small human unafraid of trolls accepting crystals and artifacts as payment for art and mage services. A human who seemed fearless, educated, and talented.

The scholars were immediately interested. They wanted to ask you of your knowledge, perhaps even trade scrolls but the brothers were also nervous. What if you rejected them? Said no?

Finally they get the guts to approach you. You sit outside your cottage under the stars. Your alone sipping tea as a fire crackles next to you keeping away any wild animals. They approach shyly and ask if they can join.

You bring out cushioned wood chairs for them to sit in and clay cups for drink from. The fire alluminates your form and they stare at your beauty.

"What brings you here?" Your voice is so organic, so different than the deep throaty sounds a troll makes. Your so soft so delicate and yet strong in a way they'd never known. The brothers feel themsleves growing shy under your curious gaze and advert all their eyes to the flickering fire.

They glance at each other urging the other to speak. You fill their cups with tea and Blinkous finally gains ybe courage to speak.

"I am Blinkous Galadrigal. This is my brother Dictatuous. I-we..." Blinky takes a deep breath and swallows several times before becoming articulate again. "Wanted to ask of the human world. Of your books and culture. Of your experience with magic." As he babbles you sip your tea moonlight reflecting sharply from your eyes. The brothers find themselves entranced by your presence and you haven't even said a spell.

"So everything?" You question with a laugh. Your laugh is kind and full of the promise of friendship amd adventure. It's the most amazing sound they've ever heard.

"Yes." Dictatious speaks up before he blushes six eyes wide. He blinks and looks to Blinky but Blinky sips his tea unwilling to help. He sighs and recollects himself. "Well yes and no. What we mean is. We're scholars. We learn and we record. If we could we'd like to wrote about you and your talents. Perhaps we could also share and swap scrolls." The trolls shifts and you reach for the knife on your hip but he shows a satchel full of properly binded books and scrolls. The brothers are surprised by your quick reflexes and how quickly you calm down. Dictatious scoots closer once you've relaxed and shows the scrolls.

"Some I've written some my brother has." Blinky says. You seem intrugued by the scrolls and the trolls watch as your lips spread into a smile.

Your hands are gentle nimble and each piece of parchment is a treasure.

"Could you perhaps illustrate our findings? In this book?" Blinky questions. "It would be a group project if you want." You finish skimming the scrolls pages and looking up at the brothers you smile.

"It would be my honor." Dictatious and Blinkous blush seeing your bright smile and kind eyes. It would be thir honor as well.

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Bonus: When they get home it's a full on brawl for who gets to ask out the mage first.