[OPEN] Interview With A Mage

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa and you!
WHAT: Talking to Magefriends about Magic and Abominations
WHEN: August; Post-Abomination, Pre-Modplot
WHERE: Around the Gallows
NOTES: none yet

i. colin

It's one of the days that sees Athessa helping out in the apothecary, which means busy hands but a mind free to wander. She's separating the buds from dried, woody stems to place each into jars for their individual uses when she speaks:

"I've been thinking a lot about what happened..."

ii. kostos

This isn't a conversation that is going to happen organically. After reading through some esoteric writings on magic in the library, she gives up for a time and stalks off to find Kostos.

"Oi," she calls to him, jogging to catch up with him. "Got a minute?"

iii. isaac

[ Some late night crystal call when Athessa's eyes get tired of reading ]

Isaac, can I pick your brain a bit?

iv. derrica

[ They've had their fair share of difficult conversations of late, and this one bodes no different. The kicker, of course, is that it's far more personal to Derrica than it is to Athessa, so when the latter seeks out the former, she comes bearing gifts. Little spiced cookies and coffee over ice - does Derrica drink coffee? ]

It's not spice cake, but the flavor is pretty close.

v. wildcard/bring out your mage

[ either hmu on disco or plurk and i'll make a starter for you or wildcard me, whichever! ]

Comments

[coquettish_trees]

"I shall; although I think perhaps our interests may differ slightly," she says, taking the offered book and setting it in her lap. "What is it you are looking for in these?"

[sulahnan]

"Knowledge, understanding, I dunno. It'd be nice to find out that there's been a way to stop abominations without killing anyone, but I reckon if there was, it'd be known." Unless the Chantry is suppressing that information to perpetuate cruelty of consequence.

[coquettish_trees]

"Then I shall take note of it, if I come to any such subject." She nods, stands, and holds the volume to her chest; a more delicate way to carry such things, if far less convenient than tucking it under her arm.

"Bonne chance, cherie," then, the tilted head and small smile that accompanies the words making it unclear whether the wish is for the research or for the matter of her heart.