Rorie smiled brightly. “I am glad of your interest in the Fae, but I can answer any question you have.”
“I don’t really want to interrogate you,” Renny teased.
“Is this where you were this morning while I was playing with Orlami?”
“Yes, I’m already halfway through his book.”
“Why are you only halfway through a single book?”
“Because that’s as fast as I can read.”
“Renny, remember our conversation on how magic can be useful? Use a spell to pull the words into your mind.”
Renny’s eyes widened. “I never thought about doing that. I enjoy reading.”
“I find no delight in reading history, and I am not asking you to do this for everything. But if you are seeking to learn a great deal about a subject in a brief period such as this dream, would it not make sense to allow your magic to aid you?”
“Do you think it’ll work?”
“Here on the Fae realm, yes. Our scholars use an ink embedded with sorcery. If a tome has not been bespelled, I cannot say for sure that it would.”
“I doubt anything printed at home would be easily lifted, then.”
Rorie took the book out of Renny’s hand and his nose wrinkled. “This one has recently been read in such a way by Drekkoril. His essence is all over it.”
“Do you think I’ll need Dra’Kaedan? Will it take a lot of power?”
“Not for a single book, but if you plan to go through many of them, you may need a lot of sorcery. I dislike that you must find Dra’Kaedan to use what is inside you.”
“It’s how warlocks and their familiars function. We’ve discussed this. I have no issue with it. I love Dra’Kaedan, and he’s always willing to drop everything if I want to play with magic.”
Since he preferred to ignore his jealously that Renny loved Dra’Kaedan and kept Rorie at an arm’s distance, he chose not to argue. “It should be a simple spell. Reach out for the words and imagine them being lifted from the pages.”
“Fae magic is a lot like the way High Arcanist Idris the Indigo taught himself how to do spells before he went to school. You visualize stuff, while we write intricate things,” Renny mused, closing his eyes.
“For more complicated things, we approach it as you do and compose them, but for something easy there is no need for such ceremony. Now, it may help you to lay a hand on the tome,” Rorie explained, holding out the book after stealing a kiss. Renny’s right hand was splayed on the top, and Rorie admired the beauty of his thick golden-and-navy signet. It was a “ring of rank” and represented his title of Grand Warlock Familiar. On the flat plane was the symbol worn by every titled D’Vaire that represented their family. “Do you see the letters in your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Push your magic through your hand and into the tome. I know it is difficult for you to sense Fae, but seek it out carefully.”
“I feel it,” Renny commented with enthusiasm.
“Pull it toward you. Perhaps since it is your first time, you should go slowly.”
Renny’s eyes popped open, and he was grinning. “It’s fucking working!”
“Keep tugging until you have reached the end.”
Gazing at one another, emotions crossed Renny’s face as his brain absorbed the information. “This is so cool.”
“Are you close to being finished?”
“I think so. Wow, I’ve learned so much about the political history of the Fae.”
“The subject does not sound interesting.”
Pulling his hand off the book, Renny’s head cocked to the side. “I would think since you want to be involved in helping Drekkoril rule, that it’d be good to know as much as you can about traditions and the history of how things came to be.”
