[ it doesn't take too long for hwylryn to get a response, even if he can't see exactly where Witch came from. grottos have all sorts of crevices and crannies, and this one is particularly winding. ]
...this isn't my home, you know. But yes, I'm here, hello and all of that.
[ huffy, but a lot has happened recently so, you know. ]
Were they getting revenge for something? I saw you wrote some stuff on our mirror.
( And maybe other people's too! What does he know?
He sits down on a rock across from Witch, like they're at a table having a conversation, and sets down his pack in the middle, unpacking everything there, picnic-style. )
But as the most powerful person here, you can always get revenge back, right?
Hwy lays out the instruments; the bread and jam (no cutlery); the jewelry; the juicy apples; interesting fascinators; carrots (rinsed casually, probably not at a sink); some pretty, gauzy ribbons and cheap, fake gemstones (for costumes and props); a deck of cards (in a box, or they'd be everywhere); little instruments (a harmonica, a handheld lute, triangle...); and the bundle itself (a pretty, shiny cut of fabric that was either a shawl or meant for costumery, that now resigns to a humble life of being a placemat for Hwy's tchotchkes). )
Why not?
( He's not saying you should, but he's not seeing what's stopping you.
He offers Witch an apple (juicy) )
You said this whole place came along with us, right? Does that mean you haven't tried these yet?
Well that would just be improper, wouldn't it be? In so many ways. [ ...sure, he'll take the apple, though he's not eating it just yet. noticeably, he's careful to touch the apple only, when he grabs it. ]
Not yet. But an apple's an apple, even if it probably is a better quality one.
( It reminds him a little of humans who won't touch the food they find left out in the forest, lest they be punished or trapped... if slightly different, in this iteration. )
And you expected everyone to exercise their own caution, in turn?
( He doesn't say it as an accusation - why didn't you warn anyone? - it is simply what it is: a question. )
I'm used to being at the top of the food chain, so I could get away with being pretty rude. ( He takes up an apple and takes a big bite. ) But I guess I'm in a lot of trouble here. Anyone could kill me . . . not just you. Or I could get in real trouble for taking these things from the castle.
( He seems pretty c'est la vie about it, though. )
But, even worse, I guess that means I can't ask you to play cards with me now.
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I didn't say anything. But it sounds like there's a price you could be bought at, and that's much more interesting than a yes or no.
( "That depends" and "no" sounds a bit like there'd have to be a really juicy bit of knowledge to make it worth it, but it's not outside the realm of imagination. )
We do have witches or wizards where I'm from, and they're all pretty capricious. It's pretty interesting being at the whims of one. ( More literally than metaphorically, as his situation before. ) What is it you like to study? I overheard this was a teleportation magick, but...?
Then I hope to learn a lot about you, because I brought this stuff for you.
( The tone is more jesting than serious - these things here weren't exactly chosen because he thought Witch would like them, but to see if Witch would like them. Nor is he here to trade, but he abides by a fair trade - such is the nature of spirits, especially the more willful ones. )
Transfiguration's when you can make something into something else, right? ( he's not a nerd, he just knows magic by instinct not by terms ) Then can you tell I don't always look the way I do?
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...this isn't my home, you know. But yes, I'm here, hello and all of that.
[ huffy, but a lot has happened recently so, you know. ]
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( He chirps back the way birds return calls come morning, coming up to the threshold. )
Can I come in, Witch? If not into your home, your abode, this place you've named yours and yours alone?
( ok shakespeare )
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Come in. [ gesturing with a hand, he'll just plop down on a rock. ]
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Were they getting revenge for something? I saw you wrote some stuff on our mirror.
( And maybe other people's too! What does he know?
He sits down on a rock across from Witch, like they're at a table having a conversation, and sets down his pack in the middle, unpacking everything there, picnic-style. )
But as the most powerful person here, you can always get revenge back, right?
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[ with all the authority of a child. ]
You're right, though. [ looking at the stuff curiously. ] But I can't just go around killing you all.
[ that's a jump to make but witch sure did make it! ]
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Hwy lays out the instruments; the bread and jam (no cutlery); the jewelry; the juicy apples; interesting fascinators; carrots (rinsed casually, probably not at a sink); some pretty, gauzy ribbons and cheap, fake gemstones (for costumes and props); a deck of cards (in a box, or they'd be everywhere); little instruments (a harmonica, a handheld lute, triangle...); and the bundle itself (a pretty, shiny cut of fabric that was either a shawl or meant for costumery, that now resigns to a humble life of being a placemat for Hwy's tchotchkes). )
Why not?
( He's not saying you should, but he's not seeing what's stopping you.
He offers Witch an apple (juicy) )
You said this whole place came along with us, right? Does that mean you haven't tried these yet?
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Well that would just be improper, wouldn't it be? In so many ways. [ ...sure, he'll take the apple, though he's not eating it just yet. noticeably, he's careful to touch the apple only, when he grabs it. ]
Not yet. But an apple's an apple, even if it probably is a better quality one.
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Is there something improper, too, about taking up the rest of these things here?
( As Witch was so mindful to touch only the apple. )
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[ don't perceive him (plz do). ]
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( It reminds him a little of humans who won't touch the food they find left out in the forest, lest they be punished or trapped... if slightly different, in this iteration. )
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[ ...so pretty close actually? ]
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( He doesn't say it as an accusation - why didn't you warn anyone? - it is simply what it is: a question. )
I'm used to being at the top of the food chain, so I could get away with being pretty rude. ( He takes up an apple and takes a big bite. ) But I guess I'm in a lot of trouble here. Anyone could kill me . . . not just you. Or I could get in real trouble for taking these things from the castle.
( He seems pretty c'est la vie about it, though. )
But, even worse, I guess that means I can't ask you to play cards with me now.
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[ his tone isn't serious at all, so either he's this stupid or this confident in himself despite appearances to the contrary. ]
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( buried the lede there—
He holds the card box out for Witch to take? If he'll touch it. )
Can I ask you something?
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Oh no, no, no, I'm not really into violence. But go ahead.
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but funny you say that? )
What would make it proper to kill us?
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Isn't it like everything in life? It'd have to be worth it!
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Would magical knowledge make it worth it, to you?
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I didn't say anything. But it sounds like there's a price you could be bought at, and that's much more interesting than a yes or no.
( "That depends" and "no" sounds a bit like there'd have to be a really juicy bit of knowledge to make it worth it, but it's not outside the realm of imagination. )
We do have witches or wizards where I'm from, and they're all pretty capricious. It's pretty interesting being at the whims of one. ( More literally than metaphorically, as his situation before. ) What is it you like to study? I overheard this was a teleportation magick, but...?
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[ it's here that he finally takes a bite of the apple, a slight grin as he does so. ]
I wouldn't say I like to study, but that I've fallen into all kinds of magic. My favorite kind is a secret. My runner up is transfiguration magic.
That's payment for this apple.
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Then I hope to learn a lot about you, because I brought this stuff for you.
( The tone is more jesting than serious - these things here weren't exactly chosen because he thought Witch would like them, but to see if Witch would like them. Nor is he here to trade, but he abides by a fair trade - such is the nature of spirits, especially the more willful ones. )
Transfiguration's when you can make something into something else, right? ( he's not a nerd, he just knows magic by instinct not by terms ) Then can you tell I don't always look the way I do?
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[ he takes another bite of the apple in thought as he looks hwylryn over. ]
Kind of. Even for those of you who have magic, it's not the same type of magic as mine. But like recognizes like and all of that.
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If you could be anything but what you look like now, would you be?
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