"'Poor, easily-lead angels?'" Erskine repeated, raising an eyebrow right back. He looked like he was about to say something more, and then changed his mind. Possibly because of who he was speaking to, possibly because the aforementioned easily-led angels were right there, or most likely because he was now an Irish leader and had to be careful with what he said. Even though Paddy sincerely doubted anyone currently standing in his small chapel would care.
Likewise, Erskine stayed quiet when Descry spoke. The new Elder didn't seem particularly surprised, or ashamed at having forgotten about a friend. What that meant, though, Paddy couldn't begin to guess. And he didn't want to guess, what with the very thing he'd always considered an impossibility standing right in front of him.
An impossibility on multiple levels, even disregarding the honest faith Descry must have carried throughout his life.
Paddy knew that sorcerers had children. They had to. That, in itself, wasn't surprising. And nothing else would be, either, if one didn't take into account some of the secrets of the world of sorcerers. But Paddy did, and fairly quickly. It surprised him, actually, how quickly things occurred to him. Things like the grey in Descry's hair, and what that meant. Solomon had aged several years in a day, but that was an exception. For a sorcerer to actually be showing their age, how old did they have to be? Six hundred? Seven? Time enough to have a great many children, and yet Paddy didn't think many sorcerers ever had more than one or two.
Even so, the sheer and beautiful pride in Descry's eyes when he introduced his son wasn't precisely what Paddy might have expected from a sorcerer. With how long they lived, and how old Saracen had to be... the kind of pride Descry had, Paddy usually only saw in new fathers. Fathers who were still happy and excited to realise that they could now be called a father.
Did sorcerers hide their relationships? Was this the first time Descry could be open about it? Or, if he was dead, had the two of them ever met in life? Paddy didn't know, and didn't consider this the place to ask.
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Likewise, Erskine stayed quiet when Descry spoke. The new Elder didn't seem particularly surprised, or ashamed at having forgotten about a friend. What that meant, though, Paddy couldn't begin to guess. And he didn't want to guess, what with the very thing he'd always considered an impossibility standing right in front of him.
An impossibility on multiple levels, even disregarding the honest faith Descry must have carried throughout his life.
Paddy knew that sorcerers had children. They had to. That, in itself, wasn't surprising. And nothing else would be, either, if one didn't take into account some of the secrets of the world of sorcerers. But Paddy did, and fairly quickly. It surprised him, actually, how quickly things occurred to him. Things like the grey in Descry's hair, and what that meant. Solomon had aged several years in a day, but that was an exception. For a sorcerer to actually be showing their age, how old did they have to be? Six hundred? Seven? Time enough to have a great many children, and yet Paddy didn't think many sorcerers ever had more than one or two.
Even so, the sheer and beautiful pride in Descry's eyes when he introduced his son wasn't precisely what Paddy might have expected from a sorcerer. With how long they lived, and how old Saracen had to be... the kind of pride Descry had, Paddy usually only saw in new fathers. Fathers who were still happy and excited to realise that they could now be called a father.
Did sorcerers hide their relationships? Was this the first time Descry could be open about it? Or, if he was dead, had the two of them ever met in life? Paddy didn't know, and didn't consider this the place to ask.
Instead, he smiled. "Your son? Congratulations."