But now, it seemed that rather than the great source of amusement they had imagined, it was a great source of trouble.
Even now, with the Mage Tower in full defensive mode and both Hill and Liszt certain of its privacy, Hill had only hinted at this much. He had no intention of saying it aloud.
Although his love for Hill came from the heart and was rooted in his soul, Liszt still found himself entertaining a deeply disrespectful thought about his mage master: What are you even struggling for?
It was not as though Liszt was unfamiliar with Corellon's personality.
He would indeed choose a female form to meet a beautiful young man, but he would never bear children for those mortals. Nor were they capable of making that happen.
What made the Light Youths special was that their beauty was inversely proportional to their intelligence.
Getting them ensnared by lust was already a once-in-a-lifetime revel... Most importantly, these youths of light did not need to eat, so certain parts had never been used.
If Corellon chose to make an already difficult endeavor even harder, that would amount to a malicious attack on them.
But if he raised them until they could understand what that desire was, they would no longer be beautiful enough to dazzle even someone as worldly as Corellon.
They were one-use affairs anyway. Everyone knew what Corellon would choose.
Of course, Hill could only have made such a conjecture because these youths existed in his inherited memories.
And these youths were actually quite powerful.
None of those youthful-looking people who broke through the many obstacles imposed by the Light Plane and made it outside for a look were weak.
The vast majority possessed lesser divine power from the moment they appeared.
Some who had endured