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[Firesong has appropriated a table in a corner of the library. There's scribbled sheets of scribbled notes and diagrams in Firesong's own particular shorthand scattered all up and down it's length mixed with various book he's either pulled from the shelves or brought from home. At one end there's a pile of various things like small stones, several foot-long feathers, a small dagger and several small bits of jewelry that has been carefully separated from the rest of the disorganization of the table. Firesong himself is dressed in anusually sebdued fashion for him, wearing only simple black and silver robes with his hair tied back in a simple braid as he studies one of the books, a slight frown on his face.]
Setting the permanent shield will be the easy part. It's making it portable that will be the trouble, don't you agree Aya?
[He glances toward his firebird, who's perched on the back of a nearby chair. She just fluffs her feathers and turns away from him. He sighs.]
Fine, if you want to be that way I shall leave you alone.
Setting the permanent shield will be the easy part. It's making it portable that will be the trouble, don't you agree Aya?
[He glances toward his firebird, who's perched on the back of a nearby chair. She just fluffs her feathers and turns away from him. He sighs.]
Fine, if you want to be that way I shall leave you alone.