WHO: Simon, Myr, Kostos, and maybe a special guest WHAT: Collecting some vague number of phylacteries and one stray mage WHEN: Early Cloudreach 9:44 WHERE: Ansburg and the road there NOTES: Cw: sheep
An odd story. Kostos isn't sure what question to ask first—why Enchanter Josen and Ser Erika let him turn back alone, for example, or how long he was gone if everyone else vacated in the meantime, or—
"Evrion, have you let one in?" He puts a hand on the boy's shoulder and searches his face. The strength of his grip falls somewhere between the kind of hold intended to comfort and the kind of hold intended to hold. "If you have, I need to know now. While I can still help you."
Perhaps there's more to the story than Evrion knows, or perhaps he's leaving it out, but the latter seems less likely. The boy seems, for all intents and purposes, guileless. He's nervous, but only because of how the day is going.
He's slow to take Kostos' meaning, but when he finally does, a smile crosses Evry's face. He shakes his head. "I haven't forgotten my lessons, Enchanter," he chides him amiably, "my spirits, they're not like that. They want to be separate. They come and go as they please, and I help them see the world." Lowering his smile to his hands, he opens them to reveal a wisp who may or may not have been there before, but it glides harmlessly from his grip and whirls about their heads.
"They are not your spirits," Kostos chides back, less amiably, ignoring the wisp with the dispassionate ease of someone who's very, very used to them. But that is Nevarran reverence as much as a safety concern, if not more. He believes him about the possession, or lack thereof, so far, and lets go of his shoulder.
He turns to a bookshelf. Scans the titles.
"This is not where you are supposed to be," he says. "You should not have been here alone. How long have they been gone?"
There's a sting in the words, and Evry's smile diminishes, but doesn't go away entirely. The spirits are his the way that Mother and Father were his parents; not belonging to him, but... sharing in something, a life spent together. For a while at least.
With a placating tone, because Enchanter Kostos is getting very ruffled over nothing, Evrion replies with "I've been getting along all right. There's still food in dry storage, and I grew some things." He shrugs. "I don't know how long it's been. I haven't kept track."
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"Evrion, have you let one in?" He puts a hand on the boy's shoulder and searches his face. The strength of his grip falls somewhere between the kind of hold intended to comfort and the kind of hold intended to hold. "If you have, I need to know now. While I can still help you."
While he can make it painless, mainly, and quiet.
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He's slow to take Kostos' meaning, but when he finally does, a smile crosses Evry's face. He shakes his head.
"I haven't forgotten my lessons, Enchanter," he chides him amiably, "my spirits, they're not like that. They want to be separate. They come and go as they please, and I help them see the world." Lowering his smile to his hands, he opens them to reveal a wisp who may or may not have been there before, but it glides harmlessly from his grip and whirls about their heads.
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He turns to a bookshelf. Scans the titles.
"This is not where you are supposed to be," he says. "You should not have been here alone. How long have they been gone?"
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With a placating tone, because Enchanter Kostos is getting very ruffled over nothing, Evrion replies with "I've been getting along all right. There's still food in dry storage, and I grew some things." He shrugs. "I don't know how long it's been. I haven't kept track."