Vanyel Ashkevron (
peacockherald) wrote in
paradisa2013-03-30 12:21 pm
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Home Again [ action ]
[ So, space had been... interesting. Yes, let's use the word interesting for that in the hopes that it will not entire break his mind. He had heard of such things, from the books and from the people, but going there himself? It set his mind reeling and even Yfandes could make little of it. But as ever she counseled him to take it all in stride, since what else could they do in this world? At times, he rather thought he would be lost without his Companion.
And in deference to that, Vanyel would be sitting outside today, on the edges of the garden, finding a tree to shelter them and call, for the moment, home. Behind him was settled Yfandes, legs tucked up nicely and grazing slowly on what grass was easily in reach of her as well as munching now and then on an apple and a sweet Vanyel had placed on a small cloth for her. It seemed she was judiciously balancing munching on grass and taking bites of her treats, making them last. Vanyel lay back against her white side, his black hair stark in contrast.
Above him flittered mage-lights, drifting around and around in a pattern with soft blue-white light. It was silly expense of his magic, but it was good practice. Mage-lights were more delicate than they seemed, and creating more than one at once an even more delicate thing. He had been lax, and it was not a good for him to be out of practice like that. Even powerful mages needed to go over the basics, and it helped him think. Think about.. a lot of things.
And his concentrating made him less aware of those things around him, more easily surprised, but then, that was what Yfandes was for - not that a horse near the gardens didn't garner some attention in and of itself. ]
[ Filter to Clow ]
[ After a bit, he pauses in his exercises and brings the journal to him, opening it up and writing out the filter. ]
Clow, when you have the chance, I would like to see you.
[ /End Filter ].
[ Filter to Duke ]
Let me know if you wish to talk.
[ /End Filter ].
And in deference to that, Vanyel would be sitting outside today, on the edges of the garden, finding a tree to shelter them and call, for the moment, home. Behind him was settled Yfandes, legs tucked up nicely and grazing slowly on what grass was easily in reach of her as well as munching now and then on an apple and a sweet Vanyel had placed on a small cloth for her. It seemed she was judiciously balancing munching on grass and taking bites of her treats, making them last. Vanyel lay back against her white side, his black hair stark in contrast.
Above him flittered mage-lights, drifting around and around in a pattern with soft blue-white light. It was silly expense of his magic, but it was good practice. Mage-lights were more delicate than they seemed, and creating more than one at once an even more delicate thing. He had been lax, and it was not a good for him to be out of practice like that. Even powerful mages needed to go over the basics, and it helped him think. Think about.. a lot of things.
And his concentrating made him less aware of those things around him, more easily surprised, but then, that was what Yfandes was for - not that a horse near the gardens didn't garner some attention in and of itself. ]
[ Filter to Clow ]
[ After a bit, he pauses in his exercises and brings the journal to him, opening it up and writing out the filter. ]
Clow, when you have the chance, I would like to see you.
[ /End Filter ].
[ Filter to Duke ]
Let me know if you wish to talk.
[ /End Filter ].

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Pardon me, do you mind if I stay here with you? I had initially planned on spending time to read on this spot, but if you wish to be left alone, I could find another.
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No, please, make yourself comfortable.
[ Above him, the mage lights flickered and swirled, Vanyel unconsciously continuing to feed them. ]
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[Mitsuru cleared her throat as she sat under the shade to read. But it looks like she wouldn't mind a conversation if someone started it]
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[ He stroked his hand the mare's neck, the mare turning to him and nuzzling gently, an indulgent mother, perhaps. ]
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[He smiled and patted the mare's neck, her ears pricked forward and her eyes flashing with what might be amusement.]
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I see. Then it would have been something enjoyable.
Come to think of it, are there any festivals in this world? Thinking about what you said made me think of social gatherings like festivals.
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And Bunnymund? Who is this person?
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And I am sure we will have another carnival. I cannot imagine the Castle will pass up on it.
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[Vanyel]
[ Clow ]
[ Vanyel ]
[Which he will be, and he even took off his work apron for the occasion]
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He hummed to himself, letting them float about and twirl, getting a bit lost in them actually. ]
[action!]
Good afternoon.
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He rose, standing to take Clow's hand in greeting and lean in to press their lips softly together in a chaste kiss. A deeper one would need to be saved for the bedroom, should they make it there. ]
It is good to see you again.
[ From her spot in the grass, Yfandes snorted her own greeting before going back to grazing. ]
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And you as well.
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[ He remained standing, hands on his shoulders, sliding down to grip his biceps, remaining close to him. Even taking another kiss, secure in that much privacy at least - for the moment.
Certainly Yfandes was saying things to make him blush in the back of his mind. ]
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It's been business as usual - though I missed your company. And a few people got rather upset when everyone disappeared.
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Were you one of them? Though I was as upset, being taken like that.
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[Clow isn't the sort of person to lie and say what he knows another person wants to hear, in most cases, unfortunately]
Irritated - but not overly worried. The strange is a daily occurrence around here, and I know you can take care of yourself.
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He smiled though, chuckling. ]
I am just glad you did not have to see me in the thing they forced us to wear. It was all silver, highly uncomfortable, and made of a single piece of cloth.
[ Horrific. ]
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That sounds a touch ridiculous. And flashy, even for you~
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[ He gave a mock sigh of exasperation, as if it were pure torture being in the thing. ]
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[He's never above making fun of Howl's taste in clothing]
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I doubt it, as there were not enough colors for the poor man to use.
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