Re: Phandir 20
Novoptolomeo starts the day as he often does: detailed weather observations and detailed note-taking. He finds an available chair (stool, bench, crate, box, patch of unmolested sand, what have you). He invites the Ariane and the Danuvian to join him, as he finds this part of his day the most fascinating, and wishes to share his joy.
Novo slides a pair of blue-lensed sun-spectacles over his eyes. He flips open a hand-fan and artfully stokes the air currents a few times. Then, he looks up to the sky, left hand up, fingers spread into the wind.
Whispering (in the spell's tongue, Archaean), "Mine eyes are the eyes of the Suns; mine thoughts, the thoughts of the manifold Aethers. Mine soul goest where my eyes gazeth; mine inward knowings, rapt by attentions, followeth thereof..." Etc, etc...
He observes, then notates, almost in a trance.
After a couple of minutes of observing, followed by a few minutes of writing, he turns his blue-spectacled attention to whomever is present, coming out of his Astromantic daze.
"I had the most invigorating dream last night. There was a horde of--
"--wait. I just realized the king advised we leave our mounts behind. I'm troubled. Scamandros hasn't been apart from me for more than a few days at a time. He's apt to become...moody and over-anxious. To say the least."