Wherever Caleb is from, there's no Antari there. It's an obvious enough assumption, because if there were, Caleb wouldn't need to ask that question, he'd know what Holland was capable enough as soon as he saw his black left eye. He's not ashamed of the answer, nor is he scared of it, but after a lifetime of being singled out for it, he is cautious.
So, he keeps his answer simple. "Elemental," he replies blandly, and stands, dusting his hand off on his trousers. It's partially the truth, at least.
"Yours, on the other hand," he continues, thoughtful, remembering what he'd seen Caleb doing at first sight, "involves books and reagents? I'm unfamiliar with magic that relies on such things."
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Wherever Caleb is from, there's no Antari there. It's an obvious enough assumption, because if there were, Caleb wouldn't need to ask that question, he'd know what Holland was capable enough as soon as he saw his black left eye. He's not ashamed of the answer, nor is he scared of it, but after a lifetime of being singled out for it, he is cautious.
So, he keeps his answer simple. "Elemental," he replies blandly, and stands, dusting his hand off on his trousers. It's partially the truth, at least.
"Yours, on the other hand," he continues, thoughtful, remembering what he'd seen Caleb doing at first sight, "involves books and reagents? I'm unfamiliar with magic that relies on such things."