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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2013 17:46:39 GMT
"Intelligence," she muttered, "Intelligence of all the world, and she hides herself like this." Antonia scratch a nail on the soggy, rotten wooden panels of the decrepit shack. In the suburbs of Greyhollow where the cheap inn for the poorest farmers offered bales of hay to sleep, they said the wretch of a mage lived. A slippery little devil, it had taken quite a lot of investigating, threatening, and even blackmail, to discover where she could be found.
Withdrawing her sword, she played with the door knob for a moment, smiling to herself as she lightly jabbed its tip into the keyhole. A satisfying movement of power. Lifting it up again, she knocked thrice with her blade, creating a dampened thunk upon the wood, before sheathing the weapon.
Of course, her little mule girl of a page was by her side. The little girl was such a mute pet. Antonia might as well be alone with her antics. @tikva
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2013 18:12:34 GMT
She'd felt it best to confine her practices to an area unlikely to be disturbed, or at least, unlikely to be investigated. Galya had always known the human world had it's complexities, even growing up in a walled-off settlement, she'd known better than to assume other societies were a flat hierarchy without nuance. But what she had not expected was to find an area where a group of humans lived in utter filth, completely disregarded by their fellows. It was unlikely they'd investigate any strange disturbances in the area, but if anyone did, it was even more unlikely they'd do anything about it.
Yet someone had seen fit to intrude on her sanctuary, for there was a knock on the door. Perhaps someone who'd come to ask a favor, or to see if she'd check their spawn to see if they showed any signs of magical abilities. Ears twitching back in irritation, she rose from her feet, and cautiously slid the door open. Putting on an air of mystique, she eyed the human quietly, an inquisitive half-smile on her lips.
(@electric)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2013 23:25:58 GMT
"You are the mage they speak of in the village?" she asks, eyeing the elf like she is a menace. Antonia's sword might be sheathed, but her hand rests casually on the hilt. In the modern century, she has the demeanor of a nosy police officer, and without further ado for invitation, she steps inside.
"You are happy to see me?" she says with her own grin, leaning into the witch's sharp face. @tikva
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2013 16:53:34 GMT
Galya's not unused to people invading her sanctuary, but on these grounds, she's outnumbered. It's a small detail- in her own home, though elves far outnumbered humans, it was men who held all the power- but it certainly doesn't help with her discomfort. Still, she does not openly confront the intruder. She steps back to allow her in, whisking the door closed behind her with a gust of wind. That should answer her question.
"You've gone a long way off your usual path- I can see you're eager to speak of what brought you here," Galya responds, blinking thoughtfully as Antonia leans in. "Have a seat. Words chosen in haste can delay resolution of urgent matters- a moment to collect yourself, and then we will negotiate."
There's little reason any human would seek her out save for a job, or for an execution- hers, shoud they decide she's a thorn in their side, or one elf too many. But the latter doesn't seem to be a common manner of thought here, and Galya knows how humans are. Always in a rush, always eager, and easily lured in by the pretense of foreknowledge and mystique.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2013 23:02:35 GMT
"Right, yes, of course, negotiate. The carrot and the stick. Money. Power. And whatever poetry it is they call magic. Right. Do not fret, my pretty elf, I am collected. I am here for your poetry. As a legate of the Order of the Rose, and I can offer you ways to unlock your power, if, and only if, you would allow me to escort you~ Now now," the captain purred, lifting her foot onto the seat and leaning her elbow on her knee. "You may be a lady, but you are still an elf. Some do not take kindly to you, I understand. Despite this, I do not see any reason to change my typical offer. You will be fed and uniformed by my retinue. You will be trained for the purposes of my prestigious order. So long as your talents grow, you will be allowed to remain."
While she had spoken, she had removed her sword, inspecting the glint with a subliminal threat in tone. Her eyes lifted, looking around the dismal lair of Galya's home.
"It could be real improvement, as opposed to..." she made a vague gesture referring to their surroundings. @tikva
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