[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! ]

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[sulahnan]

Oh, how she'd like to fight him right now. To argue, press the issue, force him to say in his own words that none of this is important enough or whatever it is he's saying when he says that whatever happens, happens. But he is still recovering from torture, he is prescribed bedrest and she's pretty sure that riling up a patient is bound to put her on Sawbones' bad side.

So she responds to his heavy sigh with her own shallow one, barely a huff of breath through her nose, and disentangles herself from the chair. LFT receives a cheek scratch for his dedication, and she hesitates there briefly before placing a gentle hand on Barrow's shoulder.

"Get some rest," she says quietly, and gives him a light peck on the forehead before she can stop herself. The book she brought is fetched up on her way out, and the door left open a crack.

[thereneverwas]

"I--" he starts to protest, but, silenced by the kiss on his forehead, decides it isn't worth nettling her further.
Still, he's not as dumb as he likes to pretend he is, and Barrow rubs at his temple as he watches Athessa leave, knowing this is not the last time the topic will arise.
He'll just have to... stall it until he has a better answer, perhaps.

As LFT turns a circle and settles back down into a purring, squinting loaf, Barrow rests a hand atop him and mutters, "what're you looking at."