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[katabasis]

WHO: Wysteria, Bartimaeus, Flint, Marcoulf + Misc + YOU!
WHAT: Catch-all for Drakonis
WHEN: gestures vaguely to the whole month
WHERE: Kirkwall, misc.
NOTES: Dumping ground for the 600 starters I'm writing. If you'd like something, feel free to PM me or ping me on discord at abby#4396. Or wildcard start me in one of the subthreads. Whatever works

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for loki

[heirring]

[Once she sets her mind to it, it isn't terribly difficult to locate the man in question. Alexandrie has menionted one or two things regarding her suitor's looks that Wysteria belieces she might be able to pick him from a line if pressed. But more to the point - and this is the really helpful identifier -, there are only so many men from Tevinter to be found loitering about the Inquisition's margins.

From a distance, her first thought of the young gentleman from House Asgard is that he is both quite tall and seems very pale under his dark hair. She studies him from across the length of the Gallows' library for some minutes without much pretense, something in her expresison narrowed thoughtfully. Is he too tall for Alexandrie's company, maybe? How does she dance with him, with him so long in the leg? He must fairly good at shortening his stride. --Not that the Lad de la Fontaine is precisely short of stature, but these things must be considered in any match...

Wysteria snaps the book open on the table before her shut. Right. Squinting at the man from very nearly a room away will only get her so far. With a decisive air, Wysteria abandons her studies and makes her way toward him. Charges is not quite what she does, but certainly her approach his deliberate.]

Messere? Pardon me? Do you have a moment?

[hwaaaitsme]

[Loki is not accustomed to being addressed when it is not strictly necessary. Those who would come to him for reports or questions are often loathe to do so--whether it is because he is Tevinter or because he is intentionally insufferable, it is hard to say. He is usually left in relative peace and, frankly, it is a state he enjoys.

When he is approached as he looks through the library for some simple book on basic Orlesian history, he is more surprised than not.

She could not possibly be addressing someone else, deliberate as her stance and approach were. Loki cocks a brow but inclines his head.]

Of course. [It is magnanimously said, but only because he has no idea who she is or what she wants him for. Once those are established, he will be as unpleasant as necessary to end this encounter.]

What can I help you with, Miss...?

[heirring]

[She's never been a very handy liar. Talking in a circle about a thing? Why certainly - that much she can handle with considerable finesse, if only because she's rather fond of talking and it's easiest to do more of it while wandering about the margins of a topic rather than cutting straight to the point of a thing. But in this instance, perhaps its best to be frank.

Wysteria adopts her brightest, most charming smile. It's rather beaming - slightly too wide to be considered pretty so much as simply boundlessly eager. She gives him the very slightest of curtsies and launches promptly into--]

Miss Wysteria Poppell. [The briefest of introductions.] You're of House Asgard, is that right? I believe we have a mutual friend in Alexanderie de la Fontaine. Which would ordinarily of course be reason enough for me to think to introduce myself, but I thought I might make some small imposition on you as well that I might not ordinarily were it not for our shared acquaintence and what I believe may be common interests if indeed you are the man from Tevinter dear Mademoiselle de la Fontaine speaks so well of.

['Well' is maybe a matter of perspective. Consider Wysteria herself presently unconvinced.]

[hwaaaitsme]

He follows her speaking in the manner of a man who follows a river that he is currently being swept down. When she finishes there is a beat of silence while he waits to make certain she is finished, before he speaks.

She is a friend of Alexandrie? If she is bold enough to ask him for favors then she must be something of a close friend, though how close is hard to say. Alexandrie is and will ever be more amicable and given to friendliness than he is, even if they are well matched in craftiness and a penchant for acquiring favors and power.

In any case, friend or loose acquaintance, he can see no reason to refuse this request and potentially sabotage Alexandrie so, without further pause, he asks:]

Imposition? [Ah, but where are his manners?]

I am Loki of House Asgard and, unless I am gravely misinformed, I am the one Mademoiselle de la Fontaine speaks well of.

What may I do for you, Miss Poppell?

[heirring]

You are of course free to refuse, should I be asking too much. After all, we are practically strangers if not for out mutual friend. But-- [And here, she smile flashes slightly brighter still. Oh, she's trying very hard, isn't she?] You see, I have some interest in the practical, ah, practice of magic here and have so far been constrained to reading accounts out of books and hearing accounts of Circles and so on and so forth. I've yet to see it done, save at Ghislain which was a very poor field for study indeed. I'd like very much to sit quietly somewhere and make observation of certain practicing mages performing their craft for my study.

[A short inhale, and then she plows onward:]

I thought if anyone would be willing, it might be someone such as yourself who has little natural hesitation over the practice.

[hwaaaitsme]

[Once she reaches the meat of her request, Loki's brows lift in surprise. Oh, to be certain, he is often asked to preform little tricks--the Orlesian nobility and quite a number of Marchers of standing enjoy being able to see something as taboo as magic (doubly so as it is a Tevinter doing it)--and he has always been happy to oblige them. They usually settle for sleight of hand, anyway.

This woman has studied magic, ostensibly, and wants to see it done in close observation?

How unusual.]

What school of magic would you wish to see?

[If she is trying to catch him out somehow, he hasn't sussed out how.]

[heirring]

Oh, any school at all would suit me. I would of course like to see as many as possible for the sake of being very thorough about my research, but one must start somewhere. Pray, which school are you educated in. Er-- practice?

[Her fingers have laced before her hopefully, attention very keen indeed.]