WHO: Fitcher + Wysteria + Flint & You WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: Firstfall-ish WHERE: Kirkwall and stuff. NOTES: Will update if necessary. Feel free to grab me if you want a specific starter/wildcard me, baby.
[There is a long beat in which she doesn't take his arm - not for lack of faith, exactly, but because-- oh, there, she has untangled her fingers from her apron's cords once more (which seem very important for some reason; as if undoing the knot and and leaving the heavy leather article where it belongs is very pressing business indeed). With a flustered noise of exasperation, Wysteria slides her hand into the expectant crook of Julius' arm and they're off.
It's only after their first dozen steps in the right direction that the answer comes to her. She balks.]
There is a hook in the workshop. I'm meant to leave the apron there.
[He doesn't let her arm go, his hold firm but not rough.]
I'll remind you to give it to me when we arrive. Then I can take it back for you. If anyone asks about it later, it's entirely my fault, and I'll note that you wanted to go back for them, hm? No one will blame you.
[He's not sure if that will be good enough, but it's worth a try.]
[Her hesitation is clear in every line of her, an impulse to linger - but then, just as obvious, she sets it aside. There are two options to hand, and she has already traveled partially down the path of trusting him. Where will she be if she backtracks on that point?]
Very well, Enchanter. Then lead on. Who knows; if we're very quick about it [--it? This pause has a searching quality to it, and is brief. An uncertainty about what it is exactly, though she know he has said once or twice already, followed by brisk effort to move beyond it--] Then it's possible that no one will be the wiser. About any part of it.
[She is not glancing back toward the work room to see the smoke dissipating; she will just hope it is gone by the time anyone else passes in this direction.]
[It gives him just enough pause. Making a decision, he says,] Please stand back a bit, this will only take a moment.
[A small glyph of repulsion on the door serves a double purpose. Another mage will see it as a warning; someone who doesn't know what they're looking at it will trigger it and be (relatively gently) pushed back. It's better than nothing until he can backtrack. Or so he tells himself.]
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It's only after their first dozen steps in the right direction that the answer comes to her. She balks.]
There is a hook in the workshop. I'm meant to leave the apron there.
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I'll remind you to give it to me when we arrive. Then I can take it back for you. If anyone asks about it later, it's entirely my fault, and I'll note that you wanted to go back for them, hm? No one will blame you.
[He's not sure if that will be good enough, but it's worth a try.]
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Very well, Enchanter. Then lead on. Who knows; if we're very quick about it [--it? This pause has a searching quality to it, and is brief. An uncertainty about what it is exactly, though she know he has said once or twice already, followed by brisk effort to move beyond it--] Then it's possible that no one will be the wiser. About any part of it.
[She is not glancing back toward the work room to see the smoke dissipating; she will just hope it is gone by the time anyone else passes in this direction.]
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[A small glyph of repulsion on the door serves a double purpose. Another mage will see it as a warning; someone who doesn't know what they're looking at it will trigger it and be (relatively gently) pushed back. It's better than nothing until he can backtrack. Or so he tells himself.]
There. Better. Alright, let's go.