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votivescholarsWelcome to the world of the Durants...
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
Guests from the Nexus are met by an Isidor who is still dressed for business when she PINpoints them directly to the venue. She is on a mission and pleasantries are swiftly exchanged so that she can give instructions and explain how the day is going to go. The first thing to hit them is that it's hot, and bright. They are now in France, Isidor tells them, her narrative changes appropriately as she leads them from the small stone building, through immaculate gardens and towards a sprawling palace which she insists is small for what it is. This is the home of Gnonyma Durant, her grandmother. A 17th Century French palace once owned by royalty but was gifted to her family as thanks for 'a service' which Isidor says was so private that even the mage's journal doesn't detail what it was.
The air is dry and still, which makes the cool shade of indoors a pleasant relief. Like the ornate facade, the interior of the building is lined with intricate mouldings; decorated with impressive portraits; painted in bright, colourful shades; and filled with flowers and draping fabric. There is plenty of space, a fact emphasised by tiled floors that amplify each step and word. It looks as though almost every room is being used, from the way all the doors are held open for the steady flow of traffic. They are, however, let through the building and out another door. It's the quickest way to where seats sit lined up to face a gazebo decorated with ribbons and flowers that stands in front of a pond that might as well be a lake. Some people might notice the air above them ripple slightly, which certainly has nothing to do with the perfectly ornate poles at each corner of the seating area.
There are already plenty of people milling about. Servants stride from one place to another, expertly staying out of the way of the guests. There are some men and women who are dressed well for the occasion, but like the servants they stay out of the way and scan the area repeatedly, making no attempts to engage with the guests - security, judging by their earpieces. Members of the Durant family are easy to spot. They move in groups or pairs, often getting headed off by people looking to talk to them. A large majority of them also sport sashes of either red or purple with gold trim and ornate pins that vary from person to person. This, Isidor explains, is how you spot a patron and an accomplished scholar, based on the red or purple respectively. Viatorus is not yet an accomplished scholar, which is why they have no sashes. Members of Runa's family are equally easy to spot for those that know her. They would be the large group of tall, golden haired men and women with the distinctive Swedish accents happily talking to anyone and everyone.
After guiding them to their seats she tells them that the ceremony will be another twenty minutes and takes her leave to go and sort out the other numerous things on her endless list. Nobody bothers them while they wait. Everyone is too busy spotting old friends or making their way to their seats. It's a good time to enjoy the scenery. There is a small collection of musicians with harps, violins and flutes to one side. Even the breeze is smelling sweet with the perfume of the bouquets.
Within fifteen minutes Viatorus appears in a tailored suit of light grey and deep purple. He is closely followed by an older, stocky looking man in a black suit and purple tie, and sporting a red and black sash that is even more ornate than any others. Whatever the man is saying to him Viatorus barely gets more of a wave of recognition in to his friends before he's being guided to the gazebo and kept there. Shortly after he's joined by a young man and two women with tanned skin and black hair dressed in simple, but high quality clothes of purple, draping fabric. They look as serious as the man beside Viatorus. That is about the time Isidor reappears in more appropriate attire. She in turn heralds the appearance of a woman who shares her features, dressed in elegant gold and black, who is accompanied by a man whose black suit and purple tie are considerably more simple than his purple sash. Its intricacy matches that of the red one worn by the man standing next to Viatorus. The mood seems to shift at the appearance of these last two guests, becoming quieter, expectant. The Durants gather together, and Viatorus' fidgeting increases tenfold as they exchange words. The men with the sashes and the woman in gold take their seats, many of the guests follow suit.
The ceremony begins...
The young man in purple walks with his staff to stand at the head of the aisle and asks that everyone takes their seats. Exactly twenty minutes after the Nexus guests were shown their seats, the ceremony begins. The young man introduces himself as the high priest of Despoina and welcomes them to the union of the two families Durant and Nyström. As it is a ceremony to mark the union of two families with two sets of tradition and two sets of gods to honour, this will be a merging of these two cultures. It will be a handfasting ceremony of the Old Ways, he explains. This means that the couple will be as man and wife for a year and a day, and after that time they must choose if they wish to marry or separate. The guests now better informed, the priest stands back under the gazebo where a nervous Viatorus and patient Isidor stand waiting. On cue, the musicians start playing unfamiliar, but pleasant music to introduce the arrival of Ingirun dressed in white and accompanied by a rounded, red cheeked man, and followed by a woman who must certainly be one of her sisters. Once she was beside Viatorus, Ingirun's father sat down and the ceremony began.
The priest talked of uniting the two families, naming the virtues of both, as he got the bride-and-groom-to-be to hold hands which he bound in ribbons. He then took them through their vows before invoking the gods and goddesses to bless the union. The mixture of Greek and Norse deities made for a complicated blessing that might have been compared to seeking the approval of two powerful families. With wishes given, the priest unwrapped their hands and had the betrothed drink from the same cup. All in all it was a short ceremony as ceremonies go. A few more blessings were given and then the couple were prompted to kiss to seal the pact, which a bright red Viatorus did, very timidly. Luckily that only made Runa beam more brightly than she already was.
Dinner was in a large hall with close family at the head of the room and everyone else seated at round tables. Every position was carefully chosen, of course. The inevitable speeches came from the father of the bride (who rambled joyously about how happy he was to see his daughter with such a fine young man) and the mother of the groom (who gently, warmly, welcomed Runa into the family and spoke of how proud she and his father were). Drinks were plentiful, as were the courses. There were six in total with a selection of each: Appetisers, soup, fish, the main course, dessert, and a palate cleanser. No one will be going hungry tonight, that's a certainty.
After dinner it's Isidor who stands to say a few last words. She thanks everyone for coming and instructs them to enjoy the evening and all the festivities which "will go on at least until dawn". With that, guests are bid to go and enjoy the entertainment filling the palace.
And now for the party...
There isn't a single place that isn't being used for the party. The gardens have pleasant music playing in them, chairs and tables laid out with cushions and blankets for people to lounge in. One of the largest halls is set out for dancers and their spectators to enjoy live musicians that will play ballroom music for the first part of the evening and be replaced by a band that plays modern music for the second. There is a small room of bookshelves and leather armchairs where men congregate to sip whiskey. Rooms with couches and chairs have people moving in and out of them joining and starting conversations. The priest tends to three statues of goddesses that stand at the end of one room. Here he collects gifts and offerings for the couple's happy future. A man with a perfect smile enthralls a crowd with stories that are only exciting because of the way he tells them. A demure woman facilitates a conversation between straight backed men with chiseled features and shorter tanned men who look equally as disciplined. Servants are found throughout, bringing drinks and snacks to anyone who asks or so much as looks as if they're considering either.
((Feel free to backtag, threadhop, start threads, look for more NPCs, whatever you like! If you're unsure of something, looking for more details, or want to plot then you know the drill - Send a message my way and we'll chat!
Note about gifts: It will say on your character's invitation that gifts are optional and it is suggested that a gift to the gods/goddesses would be more than suitable instead.))
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The Nyströms | Hephaestia | The Archon, Liselotte & Stathis | The Priest | Oraskis - The Seer
Lieselotte or Stathis | Poenia & Sagyne | Harrowheart & Anna | Adia | Felix & Jim | Evening Event | Isidor | Klaus
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Date: 2017-07-17 12:51 pm (UTC)He can't help the chuckle he gives as he squats down to offer a hand to the child and help it up.
"Are you alright?"
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Date: 2017-07-17 05:50 pm (UTC)Suddenly his mind is full of thoughts of killing. His nostrils flare and he purses his lips. His fists clench. He knows – he KNOWS! – she's just a rude woman. He knows it's just a minor insult. He knows he should let it go. And yet.
Through grit teeth he stresses, "Brave is bein' unkind to someone when you don't know whether or not they're gonna hurt you for it."
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Date: 2017-07-17 09:12 pm (UTC)"Speaking of helping," Runa starts. "If you need help taking care of Steve's Pokémon I'd be happy to help how I can." Her own smile is a little nervous. "I haven't seen many magical creatures, and I love animals."
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Date: 2017-07-17 09:56 pm (UTC)"Poenia," Sagyne snaps, brow furrowed in worry. It's hard to tell if he's looking uncomfortable because he's embarrassed or anxious. "Poenia, stop it."
Poenia snorts and straightens, shrugging at her brother. "Relax. It's not like Isidor is going to break your arm over that." The last word is said with a nod to Harrowheart. "That's a privilege she reserves for her little mouse."
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Date: 2017-07-17 11:31 pm (UTC)Runa's offer for help is much appreciated, and Adia shows it in her smile. "That'd be wonderful. I try to visit them every day, but they could always use more playtime, especially Sarah. She's so full of energy... she's a growlithe, which is kind of like a dog, except she can breathe fire. There's also Ethel, a shieldon. She's kind of like a little dinosaur with steel armor on her head. They're both very, very sweet. Bucky is a rufflet, a kind of bird, but he's wary of strangers, so don't be offended if he doesn't take to you right away."
She speaks of them like a proud parent talking about her children. Too bad she doesn't have any pictures to show her.
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Date: 2017-07-18 02:18 am (UTC)He hisses lowly, "It's not your brothers arm that'd break." He raises his right hand stiffly and slowly clenches his quivering fingers in front of Poenia's throat.
He could. If he were on Azeroth he would. But he's not, and he can't. He has to go. He has to leave. This is unsalvageable, and there's too much at risk. His mind isn't yet so clouded by the need to hurt someone that he can't keep sight of what matters.
Hastily he reaches down with that hand to grip instead at the edge of his cape, which he holds tightly to as he turns away from the two. The free side of the cloth flows with his motion, a dramatic exit fit for a villain and sorely out of place after his anticlimactic failure to follow through on his threat.
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Date: 2017-07-18 02:32 am (UTC)And perhaps it sounds silly for Jim to talk about spending time in a world before electronics or even flight but he's finding it incredibly easy to find comfort anywhere if the right company is involved. The simple dance seems to ease Jim's demeanor as well, his expression turning calm and thoughtful rather than the vague hints of concern he'd worn earlier.
"I don't get an excuse often to. We learned at the Academy for diplomatic affairs. I've always enjoyed it." Though he enjoys many different styles of dancing, rather than just the one. She can see the way Jim's face softens at her question, his expression an open book that he doesn't seem to notice.
"I always save him the last dance."
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Date: 2017-07-18 12:47 pm (UTC)"I'm glad to help you indulge," she says with a warm smile. This is nice. Jim seems so content, his earlier worries melting away. And as he says what is an incredibly sweet line about saving the last dance for Felix, she thinks that perhaps such cultural differences matter little when you find someone who can make you that happy.
"He cares about you very much." She doesn't need to tell him that, but she feels like saying it anyway.
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Date: 2017-07-18 04:13 pm (UTC)And yet he arrives in a room where he nonetheless does find someone he was searching for. Mrs. Durant – Lieselotte. The wife of the Archon, but, more importantly, the mother of his friends. He finds his expression softens without even needing to force it away, and eventually from across the room he's smiling, soft and hesitant, in her direction.
He approaches when he sees she's free and, unsure of how to properly greet her, half-bows with a worried expression. "Mrs. Durant," he says, his voice shyly quiet. "You and I have never had the chance to speak, have we? I'm Harrowheart – a friend of your son and daughter."
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Date: 2017-07-18 06:34 pm (UTC)Anna is the one who knows the most about dragons on Azeroth, though, so it's easy for her to jump on in and explain, "They do breathe fire! But some of them breathe sand or lightning, and others breathe ice or pure arcane storms! Some can even spit lava! It all depends on their color. And they can be as small as a cat or as large as this whole mansion! They're perfect shapeshifters, and some of them walk among mortals disguised as the humanoid races. I figure that's got to be the same on this world. How else would the Durants be part dragon?"
Adia! Somewhere out there exist creatures that might even be able to change their entire DNA at the drop of a hat! Honey, you need to find you a dragon. But imagine the size of the mouth swab you'd need...
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Date: 2017-07-18 06:40 pm (UTC)Eventually, after much time has passed, he quietly and hesitantly asks, "Felix? Is it through? Is the binding still?..."
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Date: 2017-07-18 07:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-07-18 07:54 pm (UTC)"Almost everyone passes through the entrance, or the main hall." He leans in closer to lower his voice. "Ask one of the younger mages here and they might practice a location spell for you."
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Date: 2017-07-18 07:57 pm (UTC)"Your boy has been always eager to help when I should require it. I consider him a friend and one with unique insight in a school of magicks I've never cared or thought to delve into. He's an interesting perspective, certainly. Now if we can just get him to grow a backbone, I'm sure he'll be off to great things." Way to drag a guy in front of his own dad.
"And I've heard of you in turn! Though not what you specialize in. Please, do tell, what has earned Patron Durant such great prestige amongst his peers?"
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Date: 2017-07-18 08:08 pm (UTC)"A good impact, I hope," he says with a little laugh, though someone as trained in social cues as Mrs. Durant certainly is should see that he's using that humor to hide his humility.
"Bein' honest, Ma'am, they've had a big impact on my life, too. You raised two very good children, and I'm proud to call 'em my friends. I'm real honored they invited me, and happy to see Viatorus takin' the next step to bein' a man. And with such a sweet girl, too. You must be a proud lady tonight."
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Date: 2017-07-18 08:45 pm (UTC)It's discordant, but it's a thought for another time, because Anna is telling her about dragons, and although Adia will always be a pegasus girl at heart, dragons are pretty awesome, too. "They sound amazing. And that makes sense -- the shapeshifting, I mean."
She throws out a covert look of curiosity at the other party guests. Could one of them be a shapeshifter? Maybe she's already met someone who shapeshifts, and she doesn't even know!
"Harrowheart talked about other races on Azeroth once, but I only remember the orcs, and... aliens? Are there others, besides them?"
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Date: 2017-07-18 09:07 pm (UTC)"I am also glad that they met you, Harrowheart." Her eyes briefly flicker over his uniform before settling back on his face. "It's so rare that either of them get a chance to meet someone like you. From what Isidor says you've come quite far from your humble beginnings." She lifts an eyebrow. "It's not easy to impress my daughter. I know you are a good influence on them both."
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Date: 2017-07-18 09:18 pm (UTC)Only when Naugus asks his question does the Archon lift an eyebrow. It has been an immensely long time since someone asked what work he's known for. What he's up to now, on the other hand, is a favourite topic of conversation for his guests.
"I am the Scholar of Magic Itself, an ineloquent title for a simple, yet fundamental concept." He takes a moment for himself, to pause, to breathe, to choose his words. "Magic is an energy and one which is shaped almost the instant it is cast by modern mages. It has a base form, a pure form, and that is what I work with. To work with it in this way takes little of a mage's energy and is incredibly powerful. The only thing it relies upon is concentration."
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Date: 2017-07-18 09:25 pm (UTC)Very quietly Viatorus asks, "Would... Would I be able to see them too?"
He can't help but feel a little like he's piggy-backing on Runa's request, but...
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Date: 2017-07-18 09:47 pm (UTC)Caught up in her musings on avian taxonomy and magical interaction, she almost misses Viatorus's request. "Hmm? Oh, of course you can." She smiles at him warmly. "Any time you want. You're always welcome. You too," she says, turning towards Oraskis, so he doesn't feel left out.
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Date: 2017-07-18 10:49 pm (UTC)That, he thinks, is a consultation which will pay dividends in time.
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Date: 2017-07-18 11:09 pm (UTC)But he doesn't want to look like he's just been standing around so he lifts a finger briefly to silence Harrow - just a minute or two more, please. He frowns more intensely, as if he's making absolutely sure of what he senses. He's really going to miss this feeling. Is this what it's like for Harrowheart wielding these blades? Feeling safe under the wing of their power, knowing they won't harm you...
Time to go, though. Time to go. He gives a nod so Harrow can see. Bids the blades a silent farewell, pulling his mind back. He has to turn around and step straight out of the circle, before he thinks about it.
"The binding holds," he says, not looking up at Harrow for a moment. He needs to do more real conjuration work. That was far too enjoyable. "It wasn't as easy to be sure of without making direct contact, but I made certain." He smiles then, rather pleased. "And without needing to put you under at all. I knew it could be done!"
Oh. Wait, wards. Let him just take those down. Let the atronach float back over to collect the presents.
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Date: 2017-07-19 11:10 am (UTC)"Theresa…" A young man approaches, sleeves rolled up to help him carry a toddler who waves his arms about and burbles excitedly. "Don't rope strangers into your adventures."
Theresa drops Jim's hand and pouts, still clinging tightly to her self made bouquet.
The man sighs, but smiles, and shifts the boy in his arms so that he can offer a hand to Jim. "I'm Erling, and this Klemens. You've already met Theresa. I'm one of Runa's brothers-in-law."
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Date: 2017-07-19 11:53 am (UTC)Jim refrains from laughing again though his smile has turned awfully soft and warm as he is pulled along over to the flowering bush to aid in this Very Important Mission the little girl has. Exaggerated faces of thoughtful contemplation ensue as he overs over each tiny bunch of white flowers until the girl insists that one that, that one and he nods in solemn agreement to her tastes and plucks the blossoms carefully at the base of the stems for her before bending back down to offer them to the child.
Joanna must be nearly this old, Jim reckons. He's only ever met Bones' daughter once and it was in a transmission sent from the ship. He wonders if she'd be this headstrong too. More than likely even worse considering she's Dr. McCoy's. Shuffling in the grass and the burbling of the toddler have Jim looking up after only a moment with a polite smile on his face.
The handshake is returned without making Erling wait. He's got his hands full it seems.
"Jim Kirk. It's a pleasure, Erling. Klemens. And--" Jim looks down and offers a reassuring smile to the girl as well, "Theresa. I'm pleased to meet you too." Oh goodness when she pouts she's even more adorable. The captain can't help but to chuckle just a bit before returning his attention to her father.
"I'm a friend of Viatorus' from the Nexus."
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Date: 2017-07-19 12:16 pm (UTC)Congratulations Adia, not many people can make Captain Kirk blush. He's smiling though, so it's not a bad thing.
"I uh." Let him clear his throat. "Yeah. He really is something else." Jim cares about Felix very much too. At least he's not denying it anymore. That whole 'we're not dating' routine never fooled anyone.