paradisa | 4 ❧ dictated

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4 ❧ dictated

Spring has truly arrived at last, and it seems likely we shall have at least some little quiet time. It seems, therefore, as good a time as any to celebrate the changing of the seasons.

Those who wish to feast with us would be welcome to join in the celebration tonight. It will be outside the castle, near the trees.

[Private to Legolas

Have you still your wine, leaf, or need I find another way to procure more?]

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[Might almost be bouncing excitedly. Almost.]

I do and there is still a great deal left.

Then would you mind allowing your father the use of it?

[He's obviously smiling, even from his tone - formalities are formalities but really what objection would he have?]

I... suppose I could part with it.

[Legolas please.] We may need help though, I do not think one person could move it on their own.

How did I come to raise such a child?

[His voice is almost laughing and very fond.]

If we ask for help moving it as the price of admission, I am relatively sure we may be able to find this help without a great deal of difficulty.

Simple luck, I think~

[He's trying so hard not to laugh himself.]

That seems a fair price to me.

I can certainly think of no other explanation.

I hope that the others will also think so, then.

If they do not agree then they shall get none.

[Not entirely serious but gosh, why would anyone say no to helping move wine for a party?]

The problem may already be solved.

[Well it is a very large barrel.]

I am glad to hear it! Shall I meet you?

Where would you do so?

My room or yours. Or anywhere else you might wish.

You may name the place, and I will meet you there.

My room then? We can put some aside for ourselves awhile.

A feast with Elves? How can I resist?

Excellent.

The price for admission as things stand is to help to move a barrel of wine outside, for I suspect it shall take a few to do as much.

That won't be a problem. I can move them with my powers if you're amenable to me using them?

What are the extent of your powers, and what are they?

[He's just curious in general as well as wanting to make sure it would work, now.]

I am a mostly trained Herald-Mage. My powers range from manipulating objects in my environment to casting spells to Summoning creatures from other planes. I also possess Mind-Speech, Mind-Hearing, a touch of Farsight (which hasn't been active since I arrived in the castle), and a touch of Empathy, Thoughtsensing and Fetching. All of which are Gifts. Each Mage has a different set of Gifts, though some are more common than others.

I see. It is strange to hear of so many methods of magic here, when I was familiar with but one at home.

[Or, well, 'magic', but people called it that and he'd learned to roll with it.]

Very well, if you should have no problems moving an exceptionally large barrel, I should be grateful to you.

Valdemar is...somewhat set apart...from what I have seen. The Collegium is a place where Heralds, Healers and Bards hone their crafts. I was learning to harness my Gifts and how to be a proper Herald.

(Which includes learning histories, languages and how to defend himself.)

It shouldn't be a problem.

It is a system very different from the one I am familiar with, but that does not seem unusual here.

Shall I tell you where it is, then?

I would like to learn about what you are familiar with if you ever have the time.

(He possesses the curiosity of a young pup, Thranduil.)

Please.

[He laughs]

There are many Men who have wished to learn that which is unteachable; I fear I would not know how to tell you of that which is mine, and has always been mine, and is as much a part of me as my hands.

That which Men call magic is a great many things, some as dissimilar as fire and rain.

[In a neat hand under this he writes Legolas's room number, taking a moment to filter it juuuuuust in case. Probably there's no need but Thranduil tends to be overcautious rather than the reverse.]

And so the season of parties and feasts begins anew. There certainly are plenty when spirits are high.

[When was the last good party she attended? Not that she's much of one for parties.]

There is not a season where they are not appropriate, I should think, so long as there are those who wish to celebrate. But spring does seem a traditional time.

I am never one to say no to an invitation to feast and celebrate. We all need it, frankly, after that... event.

_{[ The Spirals, oh god the spirals. ]}

Yes, I believe we do. Thankfully there is more to life, even here, and the flowers still bloom in the gardens and fields.

Oh most assuredly. And I always enjoy the warmer seasons better than the cool besides. And spring is such a more hopeful season.

_{[ Winter is his sworn enemy! ]}

I should plant some fire-flowers soon, from my own world. They bloom near the end of this season.

Winter is fair enough, and there are reasons enough that it is both lovely and necessary, even useful, though there are many who consider it to be the dead time of year and a waste when compared to the other seasons. Still, it is understandable that those who are less resistant to the cold than an elf might look forward to warmer times. Spring is a good time of year.

What are fire-flowers? Are they magical in nature, or is the name simply that, a name?

Oh, I understand the necessity of it. But I am a creature of warmth you see, Fire. Myself and cold are not friends, and never have been. It has its beauty, but I prefer to see it from the warmth of my room and out the window. It affects Svitana badly too. The poor thing is so lethargic in such cold weather. I can keep myself warm well enough when I do go outside, but it is a drain on my Talent I would prefer to avoid.

A name, only. They are said to originate from the phoenix who protected my people, long, long ago. They bloom in spring in red, yellows, and oranges, and at night their centers glow. When the wind moves them, it looks like a flickering flame at the center of each flower, hence their name.

An elf is not so easily affected by season or temperature as some, which some would say makes us the lucky few. To my mind there is enough still of both advantage and disadvantage to every race, but it is true that it is not so for all.

Svitana?

One may say that they are magical in nature as well, then, although they do not truly burn.

[Honestly, anything beyond the ordinary seems a decent definition of magic to him. He's a little fuzzy on the specifics.]

Well, for mine, there was no need to be resistant to cold. It does not get cold enough for things like snow in my kingdom.

Ah, yes, Svitana - my dragon horse. He stays out in the stables.

And yes, I suppose that is true. As a child I always thought they were filled with magic. Maybe in some ways I still do.

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