( Although it comes sealed and addressed to Ench. J., it is apparent the instant that he breaks the seal that the letter was not, in fact, originally intended for his eyes. It is a long and meandering missive from Marius Bellerose, written affectionately from scandalous uncle to only slightly less scandalous niece, carrying on for several pages.
On the last page, Gwenaƫlle has taken the time to circle his postscript inquiry as to what and who the enchanter of his brief acquaintance has been doing in Kirkwall. She underlines who. )
On the last page, Gwenaƫlle has taken the time to circle his postscript inquiry as to what and who the enchanter of his brief acquaintance has been doing in Kirkwall. She underlines who. )
Enchanter Julius. This is Casimir Lyov,
[ you know, in case a bunch of other nevarran tranquil are blowing up hisphone crystal ]
It's been suggested I speak with you regarding a research project.
[ you know, in case a bunch of other nevarran tranquil are blowing up his
It's been suggested I speak with you regarding a research project.
i have zero idea what the atticus thing in my last tag was even referencing lmf
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Hello, you. I trust the new position isn't making you too exhausted? Or the workload getting you too winded?
Kinloch Hold is not a factor. I just spoke with a Circle mage who never lived there and was displaying symptoms.
Speaking of waylaid phylacteries, the Inquisition does not have yours. I took it. I wish I could have taken more, but at least I have the one. Shall I bring it over?
Enchanter, [ formally. ]
I would like a meeting with you, Knight-Enchanter Voss, Lady Vivas, and Enchanter Elris. Would you be willing to make the introductions?
I would like a meeting with you, Knight-Enchanter Voss, Lady Vivas, and Enchanter Elris. Would you be willing to make the introductions?
[There's a pair of grey, warm, sturdy socks that have orange tabby cats stitched into them. With them is a scrap of parchment that bears the letters A.H.]
Enchanter Julius,
[ the title's fishing more than anything. ]
I need to submit an official request that you dye your hair black. Ink will manage.
[ the title's fishing more than anything. ]
I need to submit an official request that you dye your hair black. Ink will manage.
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Enchanter Julius...whenever you have a moment, I'd like for us to speak. I have no preference as to over the crystal or in person, though if the latter you're welcome to share in my tea break.
Do you know, my mother used to call me the Fifth Blight.
[ she didn't. hello julius, good morning ]
[ she didn't. hello julius, good morning ]
[ At some point, while Julius is working, which he presumably does with some frequency, Bastien knocks on the doorframe. He doesn't wait for an answer before he ducks into the office to place a bottle of wine on the desk in front of the Enchanter, then turns it so the label (decent, but not overly so) is facing him, adjusts the little decorative hay-string bow tied around the neck of the bottle, and adds a stone cup with a little lid next to it. There are spices inside, but. Lid. ]
It is a funny story, I think, [ Bastien says in the midst of these adjustmentsāfinicky, like he's leaving a mysterious gift to be discovered in an empty office, rather than setting it up right in front of the man.
But does he look like someone who breaks into offices? Absolutely not. ]
Someone put the Vint prisoner's name in my box. Captain Flint drew him, but he said, ah. Absolutely not. To paraphrase. So I bought him a gift myself. But then he is in no condition to go shopping for the person he draws, of course, soā
[ So he could have just given Flint Julius' name and left Benedict to stare at the ceiling. But here they are. ]
The bow is from the hay in his cell.
It is a funny story, I think, [ Bastien says in the midst of these adjustmentsāfinicky, like he's leaving a mysterious gift to be discovered in an empty office, rather than setting it up right in front of the man.
But does he look like someone who breaks into offices? Absolutely not. ]
Someone put the Vint prisoner's name in my box. Captain Flint drew him, but he said, ah. Absolutely not. To paraphrase. So I bought him a gift myself. But then he is in no condition to go shopping for the person he draws, of course, soā
[ So he could have just given Flint Julius' name and left Benedict to stare at the ceiling. But here they are. ]
The bow is from the hay in his cell.
Enchanter Julius.
[ It's a respectable after supper sort of hour, when Marcus sends his message, but the season makes it darker still. ]
If you've the evening to yourself, I'd invite you to share a drink and a conversation. Or a plate at the tavern, if you've yet to eat.
[ It's a respectable after supper sort of hour, when Marcus sends his message, but the season makes it darker still. ]
If you've the evening to yourself, I'd invite you to share a drink and a conversation. Or a plate at the tavern, if you've yet to eat.
[ For project leads, there is always paperwork. Some of it is even useful and necessary, in addition to unavoidable, and Ilias does not mind the rhythm of it so much, but the idea it must be done in isolation, with no one and nothing else to occupy one's mind, is occasionally intolerable to him.
Tonight, finding himself not the only one still burning candles on the seventh floor, Ilias has brought his to the Project Jeshavis office, along with a bottle of wine in apology for the intrusion. It isn't much of one, at that; cups filled and niceties exchanged, he's content for the company without creating distraction, but as the work wears on distraction eventually finds him nonetheless. Gaze caught on the worn edge of a report, thumb at the fold of a corner, he asks, ]
May I ask your thoughtsāĀ that is, if you have ever given much credence to the Chantry's prescription that mages ought not form relationships at all.
Tonight, finding himself not the only one still burning candles on the seventh floor, Ilias has brought his to the Project Jeshavis office, along with a bottle of wine in apology for the intrusion. It isn't much of one, at that; cups filled and niceties exchanged, he's content for the company without creating distraction, but as the work wears on distraction eventually finds him nonetheless. Gaze caught on the worn edge of a report, thumb at the fold of a corner, he asks, ]
May I ask your thoughtsāĀ that is, if you have ever given much credence to the Chantry's prescription that mages ought not form relationships at all.
( it isn't unusual for julius to find petra still sitting up awake when he comes to bed, however late it might be, but there is something particular about the way she lowers the comb that she's been working through her hair and points it at him from where she's sat in their blanketsā )
I had thought this outpost at least was past threatening mages for the crime of performing magic in any capacity, but today I was proven wrong.
( which is a promising opener, although if it were an immediate threat she'd probably be informing him somewhat differently. )
I had thought this outpost at least was past threatening mages for the crime of performing magic in any capacity, but today I was proven wrong.
( which is a promising opener, although if it were an immediate threat she'd probably be informing him somewhat differently. )
Ser Julius.
[ More preamble than most get, not that he'd know. ]
I've narrowed down the possibles to just you and Ser Marcus and I'm thinking that in order to decide, I need to compare your teaching styles. When would you have time to give me a quick lesson, as a sort of...demonstration?
[ She's also trying very hard to sound more refined than usual, which he might have a better chance of recognizing since he's likely been witness to her nonsense from time to time. ]
[ More preamble than most get, not that he'd know. ]
I've narrowed down the possibles to just you and Ser Marcus and I'm thinking that in order to decide, I need to compare your teaching styles. When would you have time to give me a quick lesson, as a sort of...demonstration?
[ She's also trying very hard to sound more refined than usual, which he might have a better chance of recognizing since he's likely been witness to her nonsense from time to time. ]
Their lessons don't always take place in the library. Sometimes they happen in Julius' office. And other times Athessa manages to make an argument for taking the lesson outside, or at least into one of the gardens for a change of scenery.
But this time was in the library, so none of that really matters outside of flavor. Though she fell behind during her month in the jungle, and only managed to sneak one lesson in before spending nearly the same amount of time in Orlais, she's making up time quite well. Her writing hasn't backslid into chicken-scratch because she's been practicing, and her reading has stayed where it is because she hasn't been practicing.
With the lesson finished, Athessa tips her chair back on its hind legs and lets her gaze drift over the nearest shelves of books. There are so many, about topics unknown, but she seems to remember something that prompts:
"People write a lot about love, don't they?"
But this time was in the library, so none of that really matters outside of flavor. Though she fell behind during her month in the jungle, and only managed to sneak one lesson in before spending nearly the same amount of time in Orlais, she's making up time quite well. Her writing hasn't backslid into chicken-scratch because she's been practicing, and her reading has stayed where it is because she hasn't been practicing.
With the lesson finished, Athessa tips her chair back on its hind legs and lets her gaze drift over the nearest shelves of books. There are so many, about topics unknown, but she seems to remember something that prompts:
"People write a lot about love, don't they?"
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