He hands back the wand, mindful of the warning against trying to cast anything with it. Had the kittenbox not been so nearby, Anders might have tried, even so.
Andromeda's description of mage secrecy seems clear enough in context that he doesn't feel a need to ask her to gloss the unfamiliar terms: wizarding would be ... well, is there a gerund for being a mage? mageing? Not associated with the stigma of the untrained and highly dangerous Thedosian hedge wizards, is the point. Muggles would be non-wizarding, that is, people who aren't mages. What doesn't make sense is this concept of keeping the societies separate. "Yes, well. We're kept apart from the ordinary folk, too, but not by choice. Those of us who manage to escape the Circles of Magi are apostates, transgressors against the holy order, and we've got to keep hidden as much as we can. If we're caught, we'll be dragged right back to the Circle, if we're lucky. For some it would be Aeonar -- that's a prison for maleficarum, worse than a Circle proper," he does feel the need to gloss that -- "or Tranquility, or even death on the spot when we're found, all at the discretion of whatever Templar hunts us down."
Bitter? At the minimum. Anders' voice is edging from bitter toward angry, just talking about it. A sleepy kitten yowl interrupts his tirade, fortunately, and he transitions straight from ranting mode to kitty-dad mode. "Did someone wake up? Does someone need snuggles?" He unstraps his staff and offers it to Andromeda, as much to free his movement for kneeling by the kittenbox as to give Andromeda a chance for staff-to-wand comparison.
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Andromeda's description of mage secrecy seems clear enough in context that he doesn't feel a need to ask her to gloss the unfamiliar terms: wizarding would be ... well, is there a gerund for being a mage? mageing? Not associated with the stigma of the untrained and highly dangerous Thedosian hedge wizards, is the point. Muggles would be non-wizarding, that is, people who aren't mages. What doesn't make sense is this concept of keeping the societies separate. "Yes, well. We're kept apart from the ordinary folk, too, but not by choice. Those of us who manage to escape the Circles of Magi are apostates, transgressors against the holy order, and we've got to keep hidden as much as we can. If we're caught, we'll be dragged right back to the Circle, if we're lucky. For some it would be Aeonar -- that's a prison for maleficarum, worse than a Circle proper," he does feel the need to gloss that -- "or Tranquility, or even death on the spot when we're found, all at the discretion of whatever Templar hunts us down."
Bitter? At the minimum. Anders' voice is edging from bitter toward angry, just talking about it. A sleepy kitten yowl interrupts his tirade, fortunately, and he transitions straight from ranting mode to kitty-dad mode. "Did someone wake up? Does someone need snuggles?" He unstraps his staff and offers it to Andromeda, as much to free his movement for kneeling by the kittenbox as to give Andromeda a chance for staff-to-wand comparison.