Certainly not up to standard. Did you see the 'foundations' of their work? Shoddy craftsmanship all. The magic portion might have been nearly acceptable but they wholly ignored the physical underpinnings. Imagine if our cities and towns were a set of shacks concealed by illusion!
[Lahabrea had major issues with their magical excesses - mostly because they ignored everything they put it on. A solid base to work with was all but required, and if pride couldn't be taken in conjuring up the stone and wood and creating something aesthetic from it, then nobody got any points for decent illusion and glamour later.
But at least they made an effort at it. He makes a brief negating gesture with a tiny screwdriver, scowling. Once a teacher, in some ways, always a teacher; he couldn't simply let go of the idea that these 'true fae' and their pets had simply skipped over the first several steps and gone right to trying to make everything look nice.]
The price they pay for short, pointless lives.
[He returns to his work, still scowling. It's easy to tell when his focus shifts mostly to that instead of conversation, his tone changes, more absently following sound than actively being alert to it. It's fragile work, and he doesn't have all the tools he'd LIKE to have. Or his magic. But for the moment he's overcome that particular handicap.]
By the time they've even begun mastering the basics, they're already withering away. What choice do they have but to smugly think their poor worst is actually the best they can do?
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[Lahabrea had major issues with their magical excesses - mostly because they ignored everything they put it on. A solid base to work with was all but required, and if pride couldn't be taken in conjuring up the stone and wood and creating something aesthetic from it, then nobody got any points for decent illusion and glamour later.
But at least they made an effort at it. He makes a brief negating gesture with a tiny screwdriver, scowling. Once a teacher, in some ways, always a teacher; he couldn't simply let go of the idea that these 'true fae' and their pets had simply skipped over the first several steps and gone right to trying to make everything look nice.]
The price they pay for short, pointless lives.
[He returns to his work, still scowling. It's easy to tell when his focus shifts mostly to that instead of conversation, his tone changes, more absently following sound than actively being alert to it. It's fragile work, and he doesn't have all the tools he'd LIKE to have. Or his magic. But for the moment he's overcome that particular handicap.]
By the time they've even begun mastering the basics, they're already withering away. What choice do they have but to smugly think their poor worst is actually the best they can do?