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๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ? ๐๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ.
๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ? ๐๐ฆ'๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฆ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ.
๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ! ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ, ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ, ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?
Dear Altaรฏr,
Are you interested in meeting for a conversation about the possibility of assisting myself and some others on a small adventure? There's a few things I am not comfortable discussing through their magical mental letter writing, if you'd be interested in meeting somewhere to talk. Perhaps a library or museum? A place with fewer people perhaps.
In fine regards,
Kaz Brekker
Are you interested in meeting for a conversation about the possibility of assisting myself and some others on a small adventure? There's a few things I am not comfortable discussing through their magical mental letter writing, if you'd be interested in meeting somewhere to talk. Perhaps a library or museum? A place with fewer people perhaps.
In fine regards,
Kaz Brekker
[He doesn't require formality or politeness, but he knows how to meet it with his own, and is intrigued by the possible reason for it today.]
There's a museum I know of in central Cadens that would be an excellent place for discussion. It has an extremely boring exhibit in its main gallery at the moment; most who are interested in exploring it have already done so.
There's a museum I know of in central Cadens that would be an excellent place for discussion. It has an extremely boring exhibit in its main gallery at the moment; most who are interested in exploring it have already done so.
Iโm mostly wondering because the animals here in Solvunn can wander around pretty freely. Especially with the way the treehouse is surrounded by a forest. I imagine the Cities to be pretty much that โ a city.
Sounds good, though. Whether it is relevant or not, as long as theyโre safe, thatโs what matters. Iโll bring Sef along next time the portals to Nocwich open so you can show him to Viktor, then.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ? ๐๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ? ๐๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ.
[ It's something she'll have to mull over. Now is hardly the time for her to ponder about her inability to let things go once she has them. ]
๐๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข!
๐๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข!
Edited 2023-12-17 06:48 (UTC)
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ข๐ญ๐ข'๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด! ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐'๐ฎ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ.
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ง ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ.
Good. I'll see you then.
---
Not unusual but Kaz is good to his word. He steps into the museum as it's beginning to get dark. It's as if he's emerged from those shadows, dressed all in black except for the pale of his skin and the gleam of the cane he always carries.
He wanders casually through the building to the main gallery. His posture is casual but his gaze is sharp.
---
Not unusual but Kaz is good to his word. He steps into the museum as it's beginning to get dark. It's as if he's emerged from those shadows, dressed all in black except for the pale of his skin and the gleam of the cane he always carries.
He wanders casually through the building to the main gallery. His posture is casual but his gaze is sharp.
[the gift is left in plain sight on a roof altaรฏr frequents in cadens, and doesn't seem to have been there long when he finds it, and it is addressed to him. the package is wrapped in plain brown paper, tied with pale, bleached twine and adorned with a sprig of flowering crocus. wrapped in the paper is a hand-bound leather journal with a clever locking mechanism, and once he figures out how to open it, inside the cover is tucked a note written in an elegant hand:]
To hold your thoughts close.
-Diana
To hold your thoughts close.
-Diana
Edited 2023-12-20 02:38 (UTC)
Altaรฏr is equally in no hurry as he walks. He's beaten Kaz there because the rooftop routes he knows well gave him an unfair advantage, but he takes some time in the museum before drifting to his side.
(Does he expect anyone to know or care why they're meeting? Not really. But certain habits die hard, and he's long cultivated a healthy sense of paranoia.)
"Good afternoon."
(Does he expect anyone to know or care why they're meeting? Not really. But certain habits die hard, and he's long cultivated a healthy sense of paranoia.)
"Good afternoon."
[He smiles when he sees it.
At some point in the not-distant future, Diana will discover among her things a passably good drawing of herself on a page torn from this journal, looking fierce and inspiring (and very buff) as she leads others in battle.]
At some point in the not-distant future, Diana will discover among her things a passably good drawing of herself on a page torn from this journal, looking fierce and inspiring (and very buff) as she leads others in battle.]
๐๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ?
[Viktor leaves the gift at Altaรฏr's workspace, wrapped in equally unceremonious brown paper and sealed with wax that indicates the sender. Inside is a leather padfolio which is probably highly appropriate for someone taking a lot of classes at various academies. It is tastefully monogrammed, and has a pocket on the inside that might be suspiciously knife-sized.
There is no note! You know who it's from!!]
There is no note! You know who it's from!!]
[ hope Altaรฏr loves journals because he's getting another one whomp whomp
Left somewhere the Doctor is reasonably sure the other man will find it, wrapped somewhat haphazardly in what's passing for something like parchment paper, is a small handmade journal.
Scribbled inside on the first page:
Left somewhere the Doctor is reasonably sure the other man will find it, wrapped somewhat haphazardly in what's passing for something like parchment paper, is a small handmade journal.
Scribbled inside on the first page:
We're all stories in the end. I look forward to yours.
- The Doctor
p.s. I got you started with a real cracker!
(on the second page, decently drawn, is a recreation of their thorn bush adventure complete with Altaรฏr's impressive falling from a great height maneuver and the requisite haystack.) ]
[the package is non-descript, but it's definitely big enough to pique the curiosity of the recipient as to open it as soon as possible. it's definitely been checked through, tied up back into its box after the fact. inside, an amount of homemade goods have been stacked atop each other: candles, soaps, and moisturizing lotions. this would already spell out who it is from, if a similar package has been received, in the past.
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a red shawl. it is red, as is her preference, and the designs she's tried to stitch them on her own. it definitely feels quite hand made. whether she used magic at some point to finish the job, she'll never tell.
a small note sits under the box.]
a neat box lies at the bottom, though, and once unwrapped, it'll reveal a red shawl. it is red, as is her preference, and the designs she's tried to stitch them on her own. it definitely feels quite hand made. whether she used magic at some point to finish the job, she'll never tell.
a small note sits under the box.]
Happy Winter Solstice.
๐ฆanda ๐aximoff
Edited 2023-12-29 19:17 (UTC)
It's easy, casual, just the two of them exploring and considering the exhibits. Just as anyone would, as others might be but Kaz's attention strays higher than others. A month earlier and he might have made that gesture to catch sight of his spider.
A month earlier and this meeting might not have happened, but when he had lost his spider, he'd thought of Altaรฏr as a means of solving their problem and not letting go of Inej's plans.
"Thank you for meeting with me. I don't know if you had meet Inej, she bartended at Mags." No sense hesitating and not diving in. "She's vanished from the city. Back home, I know some suppose. Back to our home."
A month earlier and this meeting might not have happened, but when he had lost his spider, he'd thought of Altaรฏr as a means of solving their problem and not letting go of Inej's plans.
"Thank you for meeting with me. I don't know if you had meet Inej, she bartended at Mags." No sense hesitating and not diving in. "She's vanished from the city. Back home, I know some suppose. Back to our home."
"My condolences."
He nods in recognition of the loss, managing to keep to himself that he considers it nearly as likely that Inej found some trouble โ or trouble found her โ and left this world in a different way. He's never fully trusted the notion that they can come and go as though skipping ahead to future pages in a book.
"We spoke briefly a few times, but I never got to know her well," he says. "I imagine she left some unfinished business behind, with such an unexpected departure."
He nods in recognition of the loss, managing to keep to himself that he considers it nearly as likely that Inej found some trouble โ or trouble found her โ and left this world in a different way. He's never fully trusted the notion that they can come and go as though skipping ahead to future pages in a book.
"We spoke briefly a few times, but I never got to know her well," he says. "I imagine she left some unfinished business behind, with such an unexpected departure."
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