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[rowancrowned]

WHO: Thranduil + closed prompts for Galadriel, Atticus, Ellana, Gwenaëlle, Myrobalan, + open!
WHAT: Thranduil's phase one afflictions are noticed by several and enable the behavior of others.
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Hit me up for a starter on Plurk (pr0ph3t) or make your own!

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[rowancrowned]

He puts the kettle on, makes tea—how life with Samwise had acclimated him to these sorts of things, Hobbit-comforts—and settles Myrobalan into his chair while he drifts about the room, aimless. His own cup is placed on his desk. He’ll find it later, with a dry mouth and unsteady hands, and drink it cold.

“I desired to know your opinion in who I ought to,” he rolls the words over in his mouth. “—appoint. To carry on for me, if this gets worse. In a temporary fashion. I cannot leave the word unaddressed. It would be irresponsible. So, I would have your thoughts on the matter, given that you have a perspective I do not. Would allowing Casimir to head the division in my absence create a problem among the mages here? Some nuances of Thedas' politics yet escape me. I understand you knew one another.”

[faithlikeaseed]

That was certainly not what Myr was expecting, and he sits in what would be a blinking silence in a man with eyes. Never an enchanter, he isn't accustomed to the idea someone might seek him out for administrative business--

Albeit it's not the first time someone with power over him has asked his opinion on Casimir. He takes a cautious sip of his tea to buy himself a plausible moment of thought.

"We did; he was a decade or so at Hasmal after his transfer from Nevarra City. We're friends." Perhaps that's not something he should give so lightly away--but it's a statement of his own bias, a preface to his evaluation of how the other man might be received. (A fond and foolish part of him had always believed Casimir deserved better than how Hasmal thought of him--whether or not it was earned.) "And--that's difficult to say, messere, without having felt them all out on the matter of the Tranquil. It's not unusual for them to be regarded as less than people, incapable of much beyond mindless work."

How bitter to say it; how obvious from Myr's tone the derision he holds for the thought. "All the same, they're known to be competent. If you don't make much of it," he thinks, briefly, of the argument that had started off the week; the idea that mages had been deprived of something in the elevation of rifters, "and simply let Casimir be about his work in your stead, no one might notice--or care--enough to complain."

Tranquil did so often slip beneath notice, unnerving as they might be.