"Your assessment there is fair. Perhaps more beautiful and intelligent than many humans."
Nerium leads a few steps in front of him, so that he cannot see the flicker of smile at his compliment. The hall is a place of magnificence, speaking of ancient beauty, and stained glass mosaics at its top depict scenes of great deities and demons and fantasy realms. In the dancing candle light, they appear alive, in motion.
She veers off to the right, leading him through a small stone archway and into the kitchen. It is much homier than the great hallway, filled with herbs and hanging carcasses of freshly prepared meats, fermenting cheeses, and musty books. In great contrast, she has lined several canisters of different hot chocolates, and a box of holiday peppermint bark. It is ill-fitting and she places an obscurement charm in hopes that he has not seen it.
"May I get you something? Chicken and figs, perhaps? Some tea?" Her demeanor has softened, and there's an air of lightness in her steps and movements around the kitchen now. Perhaps this visitor has been long sought. One who shares her views. Sees magic for what it truly is.
"The witches of this town are all too pleased to assimilate. As if magic is to be hidden and kept behind closed doors. Siren Cove was once a place of great power and protection for magic kind. My great great aunt herself led it into a golden era."
She calls forth china cups and levitates a kettle to pour tea for the both of them without waiting for him to accept. It is of dried rose petals, wild oranges, and hybrid herbs of her own design.
"If what you say is true, you will be granted safe passage here. And of what is your personal magic?"
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Date: 2014-12-29 05:01 am (UTC)Nerium leads a few steps in front of him, so that he cannot see the flicker of smile at his compliment. The hall is a place of magnificence, speaking of ancient beauty, and stained glass mosaics at its top depict scenes of great deities and demons and fantasy realms. In the dancing candle light, they appear alive, in motion.
She veers off to the right, leading him through a small stone archway and into the kitchen. It is much homier than the great hallway, filled with herbs and hanging carcasses of freshly prepared meats, fermenting cheeses, and musty books. In great contrast, she has lined several canisters of different hot chocolates, and a box of holiday peppermint bark. It is ill-fitting and she places an obscurement charm in hopes that he has not seen it.
"May I get you something? Chicken and figs, perhaps? Some tea?" Her demeanor has softened, and there's an air of lightness in her steps and movements around the kitchen now. Perhaps this visitor has been long sought. One who shares her views. Sees magic for what it truly is.
"The witches of this town are all too pleased to assimilate. As if magic is to be hidden and kept behind closed doors. Siren Cove was once a place of great power and protection for magic kind. My great great aunt herself led it into a golden era."
She calls forth china cups and levitates a kettle to pour tea for the both of them without waiting for him to accept. It is of dried rose petals, wild oranges, and hybrid herbs of her own design.
"If what you say is true, you will be granted safe passage here. And of what is your personal magic?"