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Post by Donovan on Sept 6, 2019 20:48:18 GMT -6
He had finally made it to civilization - the smells of cooked food brought his senses to heaven. The smells of garbage and human waste brought him /right/ back to earth. Kitchi trotted faithfully at Donovan’s heels, but upon seeing the hustle and bustle of the town - the carts and horses marching heavy through the streets - the fox pawed at his human’s leg to be let up, and his human bent over to oblige. Quick as a flash and with a practiced ease, Donovan had a fuzzy scarf wrapped around his neck.
With a pep in his step, he wove through the crowd until he found what he needed. A restaurant. An honest to god restaurant. With real, well designed meals and chairs and tea. He could sit at an honest to gods table and have a server bring him food and everything. He opened his pack and gestured for Kitchi to get inside - another well practiced maneuver. Together they had conned many an inn out of an extra few pieces of bread.
But just as he stepped inside the fine establishment, a familiar flash of green hair caught his eye from across the room. He hadn’t seen her in quite some time, but even with her back turned to him, he was absolutely sure it was Mila. A grin cracked along his now scruffy face as he walked toward her table. But just as suddenly as the smile had found his face, a fear found his mind.
He had left without saying goodbye. He’d disappeared. Who was he to be expecting a warm welcome?
A moment’s hesitation. Anxiety clutching his heart. He felt a small tongue lick his hand - Kitchi’s snoot pushed out of his satchel and gave him the courage he needed to continue forward.
“Room at this table for one more?”
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Post by Mila on Sept 7, 2019 20:13:31 GMT -6
Things weren't going to well for the young Sage. It had been months since her failure in Tuscana. Now she was just trying to make it through Lycia in an attempt to head back into Ryerde. The sage sat in the restaurant, trying her damnest not to break down in front of everyone. She ordered a cup of hot water for tea. She just sat there with her hood down. Her bag was placed by her feet. She had one foot resting on the chair across from her. Her Volcannon tome was closed and sitting ontop of the table. She was in no mood to read through her tomes. But, liked to keep it on hand just in case. Her little elemental friend was tucked away safely in it's jar. Said jar was placed on top of the bright red book. And Mila was just sitting there. Slightly pale faced and with dark circles under her eyes. Travel was hard. Travel was even harder on her own.
She kept staring at her tea cup. Unsure what the brown in the brown tinted liquid was. She was sure the tea bag she used would produce a green clear sort of tea. Or did she grab the bundle of black tea? Was the water brown because of the tea? Or the reflection of the wood within the cup. Or was the quality of this water tavern was not up to par. But, it was hot.. so she figured it should be safe. Do I even care if I die of dysentery at this point? She bit her lip. And kept staring at her drink. Part of her wanted to cry for no reason at all. But, she knew she couldn't, and especially not here. If the taven folk saw her crying.. it's.. like showing weakness. And a pack of predators would descend upon her and her table in an instant. And she was really not in the mood to be fighting off rouges, pick pockets, or potential slavers. She'd come too far to end up being some bastard's concubine. So the sage simply decided to suck up her emotions and appear blank faced.
The little elemental felt something inherently wrong with it's giant. The pair had been traveling for almost a year now. And it's managed to pick up on Mila's emotions to some extent. Though the little elemental was not sure what it was supposed to do with that sort of revelation. The cup of tea however was close enough to the jar for the elemental to admire itself in. It stood up and looked at it's on reflection in the murky water. Not quite comprehending that the figure in the water was it's reflection, not another elemental. As it's movements slowly became more erratic, wondering why the elemental in the water, was moving in the same manner as it. It noticed the approach of another large giant. It stared up at this new person. Mila had not yet noticed the figure. But, as the mystery man spoke, Mila stopped staring at her tea. I know that voice. She closed her eyes for a moment then opened them. She turned to look at the source of the sound.
And there he was. Perhaps the most rouge of rouges. An actor turned mercenary and one of the sages' few friends. She smiled softly at him. The first smile she's given anyone in a matter of weeks. Deep down she was really happy to see Donny! But, that emotion had not yet bubbled to the surface.
"For you. Yes." And the sage quietly kicked the chair across from her out a bit. Welcoming him to the chair that was formerly known as a foot rest.
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Post by Donovan on Sept 8, 2019 0:54:23 GMT -6
Her subtle smile lifted his spirits in a way that he hadn’t known he needed. He truly missed this woman who had been such a good friend of his - and who’d saved his life on more than one occasion. And despite his unexplained absence, she didn’t totally despise him. He found that wry smile once again and soon it turned into a goofy grin - the kind that people stop sharing with the world after the age of 8 because most folks seem to make it their personal mission belittle enjoying life more than the "appropriate" amount.
He went to take the seat that Mila had so kindly kicked out for him, but stopped as he noticed something peculiar in a jar on top of one of Mila’s tomes. The strange little thing was small and round and incredibly bright, with what appeared to be arms and even legs. And he could swear it was staring at him. With the same awed curiosity that Amelia’s brother Owain had whenever he stared up at the goliath that...
He found the smile again as he sat down. “Clever that. Catching lightning in a bottle.”
He studied Mila’s face for a moment. Taking in the iconic green hair and eyes… and not much else, as the walking bestiary was sitting wrapped deeply in the throws of her cloak. He could tell she was tired. She had the same dark circles under her eyes as he. It seemed they both were more weathered than when they last met. But there was a deeper sadness etched into the lining of her face - one he recognized from his childhood in the troupe. A subtle shift in the face’s muscles that conveyed sorrow. His mother was especially adept at it - she called it “The Widow’s Lament” just to embarrass him in front of the other performers.
Mila was doing a great job hiding this sorrow, but Donovan knew what he saw. And his heart sank more than a little. How much had she lost in their time apart? Perhaps more importantly; who? But who was he to ask? You don’t see a friend for the first time in ages and immediately open with a pithy one liner and a “You look sad, is anyone you love dead?”
He sniffed the tea and looked at it curiously. “Isn’t this supposed to be green? Why’s it look so brown?”
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Post by Mila on Sept 8, 2019 18:02:04 GMT -6
"Not so much as catch.. more like create. It was my little side project in an effort to better understand lightning. Gifted in magic I may be.. but lightning.. not so much." She sounded tired. But, she was making a conscious effort to keep her voice at normal speaking volume. She commented as she took a look at the little elemental. It had no face. But, it's more dominant side was facing Donny. So it was 'looking' at him. If not out right staring. It was easily fascinated by new people who knew Mila. From it's perspective these were all new giants.
"I.. don't know why it's brown. I don't. remember.. if I put the tea in.. or if it was brown to begin with." She was unphased at Donny leaning in to take a questionable sniff of the glass in the table. Get it together Mila. She needed a distraction from her own depression. Fortunately, Donny took the seat across from her. As he sat, she took a moment to study him. He appeared to be in a similar shape as she was. Tired. Haggard. Weary. What have you done? Where have you been?
"I will order a replacement." Not today disease giving gods. She quietly set the drink aside. She kept staring at Donny. Trying to peice together where he had been. When was the last time she saw him? Sacae? Or Lycia? Was it against the undead or was it against the doogs. She couldn't quite remember. Think of something.. else.
"I.." She stammered. Then looked down kinda defeated.
"You've no idea what a relief it is to see you. It.. feels like forever since, I saw a familiar face." Granted the last familiar face she saw was Vincent's a few months back. But, that was during the Bael attack. And she still wasn't ready to face him after her own short comings. He didn't want to give up the fight. He was shouting at her not to signal the retreat. She had never been so ashamed of her own name, not until that moment.
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Post by Donovan on Sept 8, 2019 19:12:12 GMT -6
He looked Mila with a face of utter bemusement. “You… Created a little lightning lad? In an effort to better understand lightning?” He looked back down at the little orb of electricity, standing on its spindly legs. “Is it…” Leaning in and holding a menu to cover his question from pesky eavesdroppers, he whispered, “Is it sentient?”
The two had entered a sort of staring contest, taking in every inch of each other’s faces, scanning each other to best analyze what the tragedy of time had done to them both. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to fill in the blanks, but he barely could do that himself. And besides. He wanted to talk about happier things, as it looked like they could both use a bit of cheer, right now.
Mila began to speak but then looked down with a sort of… forfeit that Donovan had never seen upon her face. "You've no idea what a relief it is to see you. It.. feels like forever since, I saw a familiar face."
“You know, you’re the first person I’ve recognized since I got back here. Couldn’t have lucked into a better hand. A good meal (questionable tea and all) and a close friend is exactly what I needed out out today.” Donovan raised his hand and caught the server’s eye as they passed. “Is there any chance I could get the Full Pheraen Breakfast? With the black pudding and mushrooms and everything? I know it’s a bit late in the day, but I’m starving for some comfort food.” He flashed his trademark roguish smile, though he didn’t really feel it piercing much past the hunger in his belly’s desperate need for some eggs and a rasher of bacon. He watched amused as the server's head swiveled to look back at the kitchen - deciding if she wanted to risk angering the cook, he supposed - and he saw Kitchi's head swiftly emerge from his hiding hole in the backpack to steal a sausage off the trey she carried. And just as quick, the copper beast had disappeared, treasure stolen.
"I'm sure we could convince the chef." She replied.
“You know. It’s been a while, so I’m not sure if we’d talked about this yet. But did I tell you that Fragarach had started talking to me? Oh! And you wanted a new tea, right?" He added, before their server could escape.
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Post by Mila on Sept 8, 2019 22:08:45 GMT -6
"Yep. It's fully aware of itself. And it's.. has some intelligence. Though I have been unable to thoroughly test how much. I hope to fix that some day. Perhaps once I am back in Rydere." She leaned in closer to Donny's face as she replied to his question, in a low whisper. She pulled away once the answer was delivered.
"Yeah. I know what you mean. Been needing someone to talk to." Some one to vent at. A shoulder to cry on. She tried push the negative thoughts out of her head. Focus. Mila. It's.. Donny. Listen to what he has to say. Let him distract you. The cunning rouge managed to flag down the waitress and put down a big order. Breakfast at this late in the day. With everything! The mad lad. Ah. There she was. There was the old chipper Mila. Slowly coming out from under the doom and gloom of mild depression and melancholy.
"I'll have a new cup of hot water please. And whatever soup of the day you have." She figured she'd get her order in now. Before, the waitress had a chance to run off and face what ever wrath the cook had towards Donovan's order. Mila didn't care what sort of soup they had to offer. She just wanted something easily digestible. And even though she spent most of her life eating like a vegetarian. She travels made it impossible to keep up the life style. She was not going to give up meat if meat was the only option presented to her. Mila waited until the waitress was gone.
"Oh.. right. You've got a pet." Name. Name? Damn it what was the name!
"Fragarach? The weapon..." She spoke with a softer voice. A magic blade was rare. Talk of it would draw unwanted attention.
"Smith." Mila was trying to be discreet about it. And making a total fool of herself in the process.
"That's good news. You guys are bonding." And that's about all I know about magical weapons! She knew more of course.
"I can't talk too much about that here though. Maybe in private."
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Post by Donovan on Sept 9, 2019 11:49:15 GMT -6
He looked at the little element. So Mila’s… creating life now? That’s not the type of thing you expect a friend - anyone really- to just be ABLE to do. Magic or not. I guess technically it’s not that hard to do without magic. But it certainly is impossible to do on your own.
He slid his hand into the satchel to scratch the fox’s head as it munched greedily on the stolen sausage. Most things taste better when they're stolen after all. “His name’s Kitchi. Just in case you forgot.” He smiled warmly. It seemed to get easier to smile by the second.
“You’re probably right though,” he said, subtly tapping his nose, “it’d be best to talk about them somewhere private - quite the hermit that one. Took long enough just to get that smith to properly acknowledge my existence.”
From behind the kitchen door, the pair (the whole damn restaurant really) heard a booming voice roar, “A FULL BREAKFAST? IT’S 5 IN THE GODS-” a clattering of cookware stifled the rest of the word, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE F-” a bell rung out, alerting the rest of the staff to a new guest, “KIDDIN’ ME!”
Donovan was shocked when he heard the soft voice of their server respond with razor wire, “WHAT DAD? YOU RUN OUT OF FU-” a pan slammed, “-ING EGGS? DON’T HAVE MORE F-” a dog barked, “ING BACON! A PAYING CUSTOMER IS A PAYING CUSTOMER!” The waitress burst out of the kitchen door and tucked a wayward hair behind her ear as she approached their table. When she spoke now, it was as sweet as honey, as calm as any babbling brook. “He’s gonna get right on that, hun.” She smiled and left to go greet the new customer.
Donovan turned around to face Mila, his eyes wide in horror, but he couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing. Laughing like he hadn’t in months, maybe a whole year. Maybe even more. Laughter that penetrated the armor that had covered his heart on the road and made him feel whole again for the first time in a long time.
“Alright. Let’s stop pretending we’re okay - we know each other well enough to be certain neither of us are. I know that you need to talk. You know that I need to talk. We both need help sharing whatever burden is keeping us down. But I propose that before we do any of that. As long as we are here, and eating our respective meals… let’s just have fun. Tell each other stories. Laugh over the insanity that we faced together way back when. Just, in general, feel alive again. I feel like we might both need that before we got find some quiet place in the woods or a field and just vent to our hearts content.” The smile still played on his lips and the laughter still danced in his eyes. Truly couldn’t have run into a better friend in this small Pheraen city. Sometimes fate can smile down on you.
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Post by Mila on Sept 10, 2019 9:40:42 GMT -6
"Yep. Totaly forgot Kitchi's name. Thanks." She had a small pout on her face. She was usually good at remembering names to faces. But, it's been a while since, she's seen Donny. And the fox was just a baby back then too. But, it seemed that Donny and the fox were like minded. In the sense that they were lovable rouges. Always getting into some sort of mischief. As if almost on que, there was a disturbance in the kitchen. It seems like the cook was not at all pleased that Donny had wanted breakfast.. at five in the.. afternoon. It's five? Gods.. she wasn't even sure what time she sat down in this place.. but the sun was still out. And now.. it was probably heading downwards. She'd been lost in her own head for far too long.
She knew Donny was better with people then most gave him credit for. It was almost as if he could see right though her. Then again, she did kinda look pathetic. He spoke about both of them not being okay. And he was right. She wasn't Okay. She probably wasn't going to be okay for a while. She didn't laugh when he laughed. Instead she just stared at the middle of the table. Thinking. The little elemental though, was the total opposite. It pointed towards the chef's kitchen and then shook in a manner that may have resembled laughing. Or perhaps it was mimicry.
Donny wanted to dismiss that for a little while at least. They could talk about the serious stuff later. For now, he just wanted them both to drink and be merry. Mila was not much of a drinker. She'd actually been pretty abstinent from most alcoholic beverages for most of her adult life. On the account that drunk mages with fire led to untold amounts of trouble. She took a deep breath in and sighed.
"I really don't.. feel like looking back at the old days. I feel like I.. was so naive back then. But, I will make an effort to try. I do owe you for the times you've saved my rear." She nodded to herself. Then turned to look at Donny.
"Going to need a little help though." Mila managed to flag down the waitress and request a cup of whatever wine they had. In the event that Mila had to drink something, she went for wine over mead or beer.
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Post by Donovan on Sept 10, 2019 11:22:13 GMT -6
His laugh caught in his throat and his smile faded from his lips as he saw Mila stare at the table, apparently deep in thought. He didn’t even notice the little elemental shaking with mirth alongside him. He hadn’t realized how hurt she’d been - how deep the wounds seemed to run. Seeing Mila like this… It broke his heart a little. He couldn’t help but feel a little responsible either. He’d abandoned everyone. All of his other friends, all of the people that he’d been leading. He’d abandoned his countrymen and kin to the dead and the dark. And he failed. He couldn’t even…
The wayward warrior shook his clear of those thoughts - there would be plenty of time for getting into that later. Now. Now he owed it to Mila to try and bring some light and levity to her world. A little laughter can heal some wounds that even a stave cannot.
The waitress sauntered over as Mila ordered a cup of wine. “I better have a stout, then. Feels like just about the only thing that’ll complete the full.” The server hustled off to grab their drinks, muttering something about a lunatic order.
“You were no more naive than any of us, Mila. Let’s not forget who you’re talking to! I was a bloody fool. And you and I were probably the most level headed of the lot! I mean. Talk about naive? Do you remember… gods what was her name? Jule? Better known by her Title: The Angle of Death!” He chuckled at a foggy, barely there memory. A full bar in a tiny town, too many drinks, and a halberdier who’d been quite a lot of fun. “I got so drunk retelling that story that an entire TOWN thinks of that poor girl as an ‘Angle’ of death. I didn’t even say the right word!”
The drinks arrived, and with it, Donovan found a moment of courage. “Besides, the old days weren’t so bad, were they? We might have all been stumbling to try and do the right thing, but at least we were stumbling together. We carved our own slice of the world out of our naivety and tried to make it a better place. That’s more than most anyone can say.”
It had been so long since he'd needed to cheer anyone up. It'd been so long since he'd had anyone to cheer up. He found it was harder than it used to be. He wasn't as sure in his words.
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Post by Mila on Sept 12, 2019 20:41:26 GMT -6
"We seem to be giving the staff a hard time with our orders. Hope you have some extra coin for a good tip." Ever the trouble maker. Mila spoke to Donny, once the waitress was out of earshot. And then she leaned back a little on the chair. Trying to relax. Trying to think back on days long past. Back then when there were little problems to deal with rather then big ones. Back when the monsters were much more reasonable. Back when there..victorious. And Donny was doing his best to try and cheer her up. She could see that, she could feel that. And she remembered! Sacae! The Doogs! And Damn it.. why couldn't she remember the little blue haired girls name. The waitress returned with their drinks. Mila stared at her cup of wine. Red. Dark red. Like liquid beets.
"Yeah. I suppose you are right. We did try and do our damnedest." We.. used to win most of our battles too. She picked up the glass and took a sip. She closed her eyes in distain for a moment. But, she finished the sip and put the glass back down. About a quarter of the contents gone in one go.
"If I get drunk and try to cast Magic. Donny, you need to stop me." She spoke seriously. The sage then took a deep breath in and tried to relax. Be.. a part of the moment Mila. Let's see.. what other adventure can we remember.
"Do you remember Bee nearly setting off that forest fire?" Mila defenitly remembered that. Both she and Bee had to use their combined magic to keep the fire from burning the whole forest down. Even though.. the main.. objective was to burn a fort down and lead out some bandits. Yeah. She wasn't sure what Bee's obsession with the flame was. Actually, no. She kinda knew what it was now. Volcannon was partially to blame. It and it's tendency to fill it's caster with the sense of flame. The greed of flame. The power of flame.
"This.. was actually her Volcannon tome. Bee gave it to me and then vanished. Something about a new adventure.. I can't remember the details too well." Mila pointed to the book that the little elemental was on top of.
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Post by Donovan on Sept 13, 2019 10:31:01 GMT -6
“I have some extra coin that’s been burning a hole in my pocket anyway. Besides. I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that lioness when she decides to roar again. That was downright terrifying,” he joked, but he didn’t make a point to keep his voice down. As far as he was concerned, it was pretty much a complement. He wouldn’t be surprised if their server didn’t pride herself on that commanding presence of hers. .
He took a sip of his beer, enjoying the coffee and chocolate undertones and loving the, apparently, very strong beverage. He watched Mila drink (more like chug) her wine as he did and his eyes opened wider as she had drained at least a quarter of the cup. “If you get drunk and start casting Magic, I will personally steal volcannon away first and foremost, that is a guarentee.” He laughed, but he’d forgotten how little Mila drank, and how incredibly dangerous mages could be when they were drunk. You better make sure she gets home safel- Of course I will, Frag! I’m a “Liar” not a weasel! Crotchety old blade...
“I want to try to be like that again. I want to feel like we can make a difference, save this world from the greed and the evil that seems to run wild over everything good these days. I want to be a big damn -” But he caught himself from saying that last fatal word. He couldn’t let Fragarach think it was winning - always whispering in his ear about making a difference and being a hero. No way could he use THAT word.
“How could I forget that nightmare?! Bee. If I never see that little terror again it’ll be too soon. I had no real problems with her as a person, per se. But she was fundamentally insane, right? Like that’s not just in my head? She was actually a lunatic.” But he had certainly not realized that Bee had given Mila her Volcannon tome. He would have thought that old book was more precious to the little fire starter than the air she breathed. “She must have liked you.”
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Post by Mila on Sept 14, 2019 10:25:00 GMT -6
"I don't know. Magic does things to people. Volcannon makes me feel stupidly overconfident. Like 'yeah, I can solve all my problems by burning it to a crisp'. Even.. when it doesn't." She paused for a moment and took a lighter sip of her wine. She put the glass back down.
"It changes people. Sometimes for the better sometimes for the worst. I'm not sure how much Bee liked me. But, what ever I did in that forest.. must have made a huge impression." She tried to think back to that moment. That weird unified moment where they connected their magic to control flame. And how.. tired she felt afterwards. Like all of the magic in her body felt used up.. consumed by the very flames they tried to control. She sighed for a moment.
"I wish the world could change for the better. But, I've been out fighting monsters. Watching what they do. Their devastation is so bad. And I'm.. not even going into the damage.. that's being caused by people. All the wars. It's horrible." She curled her hand into a fist.
"The monsters are changing too.. getting stronger. Growing. Adapting." She pouted. Then shook her head. She let out another sigh then turned to look at her elemental. She picked her head back up to look at Donny.
"Sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to mope. I want to think back at the positives I really do. But, ironically most of those positives.. between us.. involve victory over monsters. Vinland, Sacae, Lycia.." She counted on her fingers.
"And.. after my last encounter with them. I'm.. starting to realize.. how bad the situation with monsters on Elibe has become. And it's all I've been thinking about! And.. and.. it.. sucks." She bit her lip. Don't you dare cry. She clenched her fists again and closed her eyes. Just.. suck it up for a few hours. She managed to talk herself out of not breaking down. Fortunately, the waitress returned with her meal. The scent of soup touched her nose and she opened her eyes again. The simple bowl of soup she asked for. Looked more like a creamy stew. The sage cold see a small melody of carrots, pea, potatoes, bits of black pepper, swimming in a milky broth.
"Okay... I'm slightly less sad now." She sort of perked up at bit at the sight of her meal. She picked up the wooden spoon provided and dunked it in the soup. She swirled it around letting the steam escape and tickle her face.
"Let me start over a little.. what.. have you been up to?"
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Post by Donovan on Sept 14, 2019 12:25:12 GMT -6
"You know. I am no arcane caster - I don’t know f*ck all about what you’re was talking about and how magic actually /works/... But I know exactly what you mean by that. That magic changes people.” He’d been living that reality for years now. He started whispering, “Frag always pushes me to be heroic. Save the damsel. Defend the town. Eliminate injustice. The… old man - even when we aren’t talking to each other - feels like it is always singing in the back of my mind. Like it’s fate pushing me towards some destiny I don’t want or need or consider my own.” He thought about the constant clashing and war of priorities that went on between him and Frag. The debates and arguments that had just become second nature - like the kind of squabbling between siblings. “It’s… It’s fascinating.”
Oh have you grown attached, little Liar? The sword’s voiced mocked his mind. Right, because you’re not invested in me AT ALL.
Donovan listened closely to the mages words, and felt his heart sink with every detail. Things had only gotten worse. Which was no surprise. After all, there was no one to protect the people. Donovan assumed that there were some defenders of the innocent, but he had abandoned his post. He’d abandoned his thirst for revenge. He’d left everything behind. And Lycia suffered. Before I met you, Blade, I wouldn’t have thought the fate of a country had rest upon my shoulders. Now I’m losing my humility to you too? Don’t be daft, Donovan - The Silver tongue’s eyebrows visibly raised as he the sword used his actual name - You were never humble. Donovan tried his best to stifle a laugh, but failed to do so entirely. Fragarach was rarely one for humor.
Besides. The deep voice continued in his mind. We had to find them. We had to try.
Donovan barely shook his head as the sounds of the world came back into focus. He reached out and touched Mila’s shoulder. He wasn’t quite sure what to say. It sounded like she had been through more than he could even imagine while he was gone. Learning things about these creatures didn’t seem to bring her joy anymore, to bring her hope. It almost seemed to.. dim that light she always had within her.
She almost cried as their food arrived, and Donovan made a choice. He was going to eat as fast as he could to make sure that Mila got the chance to get a good cry out as soon as possible.
"Let me start over a little.. what.. have you been up to?"
His hand froze for a moment as he was lifting a bite of bacon to his face. He took the bite and then a sip of his drink. A cheap stalling tactic but all that he had right now. “I’ve been… looking for a friend.”
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Post by Mila on Sept 16, 2019 15:53:33 GMT -6
"The bond between Man and Magic is amazing." She replied to Donny's comment about bonding with his magical weapon. Or in this case bonding with old man smith.
"And you get to experience it in a completely different way then I do. It IS fascinating." She smiled softly. Talking about magic always managed to help her feel better. If feels like one of the few things she still had some sort of grasp on in this world. Even though.. sometimes she didn't. Magic was complicated. And people learn it differently at different paces. But, Donny knew next to nothing about magic as far as she knew.
"I.. can give you a basic lesson about magic. Won't be much.. but it's best if you learn some fundamentals." She spoke softly. She used her spoon to scoop out some soup. She blew on the spoonful a bit and then popped the contents into her mouth. It was hot. But, she wasn't going to spit it out. She opened her mouth and fanned the contents with her free hand. Once, the contents were tolerable, she closed her mouth. Chewed the contents and swallowed the soup. Worth it. She took at look at Donny who appeared to be scarfing down the contents of his breakfast dinner.
"Slow down. The chef worked.. extra to make sure you got breakfast... in the evening." She then proceeded to take another bite of her soup. This bite was tolerable. She was feeling a bit warmer and more relaxed as she ate.
"Oh.." She was almost about to ask if the person he was looking for was Perun. She didn't want to make a mention of the large man currently missing at this dinner table. But, Perun was his own person. And probably had his own thing to do.
"I hope you find that person."
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Post by Donovan on Sept 16, 2019 17:40:11 GMT -6
It seemed that talking about magic was finally and truly doing the trick. Mila’s soft smile was back on her face and she - to Donovan at least - seemed to have that old, classic, wild enthusiasm. “It’s incredible how personal it is. I don’t know if you every, like, have conversations with… Magic. But these spirits seem to be genuinely sentient." His hand drifted down to the dragon horn handle whose rare and mysterious material the mercenary would never have guessed - and which he’d never so much as thought twice about. He looked over at the little electric lad in its small glass container. “I wonder if it’s just as intelligent,” he mused, “Does the little one seem particularly opinionated?”
"Slow down. The chef worked.. extra to make sure you got breakfast... in the evening."
Donovan looked up mid bite, as a particularly large bite of grilled tomato hung out of his mouth. He bit down, severing the thin membrane of skin and the rest of the savory red fruit fell from his teeth. He cleared his throat and his cheeks grew red. “Right. I, uh. It’s been a while since I’ve been in any place this nice.” He chuckled in embarrassment and his hand drifted to rub the back of his neck. “But I would love that magic lesson. Throwing fireballs sound dead useful.” His dry tone barely revealed his joke. He didn’t know much about magic, but he knew it was pretty much an either or situation. Pretty much every magi he met couldn’t take a punch to save their life.
“I suppose - short of the fireballs - it’d be interesting to know how it all works. I doubt the inner workings of something like magic could be boring.” In fact he wasn’t so sure. A lot of things were boring once you get into the details.
"Oh… I hope you find that person." He merely nodded, beyond grateful that she hadn’t asked who he’d been trying to find. There was enough difficulty that they’d both experienced since they’d last seen each other. He wasn’t sure that particular can of worms was one he’d like to open up. Maybe for a long time.
“Thanks, Mila... And maybe after you give me a lesson, I could give you the details on the other side of things.” He tapped the hilt of the blade to indicate what he meant. “I assume your still quite the prodigious researcher?”
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