( Ellana manages to carry the nug, not full grown quite yet, tucked up under her good arm. It'd shown up in camp much like the first one had, and while she'd safely rehomed that creature with Jiu (a feral enough human child to perhaps appreciate a nug as companion, she senses Leliana would approve), she now has another one.
She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
[In all honesty, Loki hadn't been paying attention to the woman wandering by, struggling with the curious creature in her arms, or what was left of one arm as it were. He'd been busy assessing a new bolt of cloth at a stand, thinking he might want a robe made from it when the shout came and he looked around for a moment before looking down when he noticed the dust being kicked up by something that was charging straight for him.
He had to admit he'd never seen anything quite like the strange creature making for him but he was immediately fascinated. Abandoning his shopping, he crouched in the creature's path, deftly catching it when it moved to evade him. The nug scrambled in his arms for a moment before he whispered something to it in a strange language, "kyrre", running his hand over its eyes. It wasn't a spell, just a calming technique he'd learned from a stable-hand once to calm skittish horses.
Once the creature stopped struggling, he looked over to the woman who'd shouted.]
Ariadne's fingertips twitched just slightly as she stepped over the threshold, into Baba Yaga's domain. It was the only indication at all of her nerves, and not a very good once, since she was wearing her thick gloves. This wasn't the first time she'd been in the school. Just the first time she'd ever walked in willingly, to become a student.
She still didn't know how to feel about learning magic. It had been a defining point of her childhood at the missionary school that she couldn't do the simple spells that all of the Elves could do. While they practiced telepathy and telekinesis, she sat against the wall, underneath a window, doing figures in the hazy sunlight.
Not being magical made her different. Made her stand out. When all she really wanted to do was blend in.
Now what was she? Ariadne truly didn't know.
She was moving forward, though. Where ever that would take her remained to be seen. But if she was gifted with powers, she was going to use them.
To help people, of course. She was a Legend, after all. Even if she didn't know why.
The first time he'd walked into the school, too, was unwillingly, but the trial itself had earned his respect to the point he wanted to stay here, and the remote and isolated nature of the school itself gave him the ability to conduct research of his choosing without the prying eyes of the Avengers scouring it for missteps all the godsforsaken time.
He was fairly new to this position, and aside from a few consults here and there, he hadn't fully taken on an official student as of yet, but that just gave him even more free time to do whatever he wanted, to gather tomes from the school's library to consume for instance, which was where he was headed at the moment, passing through the school's entranceway from the faculty offices to the student areas. Loki's own attire was probably more casual than she'd expect from the prince, but work didn't require armor, and if it did he'd simply conjure some. He also wasn't hiding the three inch horns that were curving from the crest of his brows, his physical moniker of Myth.
He stopped when he saw Ariadne. There were many places he'd assume to happen upon her, but never here. Had she gotten lost? He approached curiously, smiling with charm as he came near.
"Welcome to Baba Yaga." As with all his comments, he smiles wryly, holding his hands out to the sides, ever ready with a bit of theatrics.
She picked up his scent only a moment before spotting him. It was more subtle than one would expect for a prince. Not that it seemed to matter to him, all that much. Being a prince, that was. She had no idea how much thought he put into his scent.
Nevertheless, a smile broke out and she quickly scampered over. "Loki!" she said with delight, deciding that he was clearly spreading his arms for a hug.
That was usually why people spread their arms.
So she threw hers around his shoulders, giving him a little squeeze, before she stepped back to give the appropriate curtsy.
...just in case.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. He didn't seem like the sort that would take lessons. Or even need lessons, based on what she'd seen so far.
The horns were...new. But it wasn't the first time she'd seen them in town.
Loki had been to many places where the presence of a prince would only serve to exacerbate things, and subtlety was something he had in spades when the need arose for it. Since his sacrifice, he'd found he didn't need the center of attention as he once had, though he never dwelled on that fact. It wasn't often Loki looked within, it was simpler that way.
It was not, however, often why Loki spread his arms. It was more demonstrative than anything, and he stiffened at the unexpected embrace for a moment before awkwardly returning the hug, relaxing only when she stepped back for her curtsy.
He straightened the sleeves of his tunic and smiled. "I work here, though I should ask you the same."
Well, it wasn't exactly the warmest hug she'd ever received, but Ariadne decided not to dwell on that. Different cultures. Different rules.
But really, who didn't like hugs?
She smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "Well," she admitted. "It seems that I may now have some...magic." She still couldn't believe it. What would all of those children from her childhood say? How would they react? Zara, at least, would be excited for her. Ariadne was excited for herself, although still a bit...not nervous. That wasn't the right word. She searched all the languages she knew, but couldn't figure it out.
Apprehensive was the closest she could get. And it still wasn't right.
"Baba Yaga gifted it to me but...I have no idea how any of it works!" She wouldn't even have known she had it, if not for the change to the scent around her little treehouse.
[ Loki is no doubt familiar with Era's Carbuncle by now, though today it wears both a festive hat and a lovely ribbon around its neck, upon which is tied a small gift box, wrapped with utmost care.
There is a note tucked inside the gift, obscuring the beautifully rich, orange gemstone within. The note is handwritten in elegant Eorzean script, which he should be acquainted with by this point in their lessons. The deep crimson ink used has a festive shimmer to it. ]
Loki,
Happy Starlight Celebration! ( some perfect stars are drawn in sparkling, gold & silver inks )
It is a bit late due to unforeseen complications, but I believe you will appreciate this gift all the same.
[There's a small crease between Ariadne's eyes as she opens up the feed. She's been debating this call for a couple of days, but she just can't let it go.
It's not in her nature to leave emotions roiling.]
Loki? I have to ask you something and you may not want to answer it.
[There's an old sort of hurt associated with that look. He's been hit with it many times throughout his life. It's one of disappointment, concern, and regret. It immediately put him on the defensive.]
You have my attention.
[And if his response seems guarded, it's on purpose.]
[He could have explained, could have laid it all out on the table, but at Loki's heart, he barbed himself to protect himself from injury, and so instead, he was prickly.]
It sounds as though you're already somewhat familiar.
[ Tony leaves a small, 3D printed version of Loki's old scepter on his doorstep. It's been slotted over a ballpoint pen, making the pen look like the scepter. Tied to it is a note: "Infinity Stone not included. ~TS" ]
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She'd been joking, Thirteen. She didn't want nugs! She wasn't Leliana!
Clucking her tongue and shaking her head, staff strapped across her back, she continues on her way to town... passing Loki at some point, where the nug starts struggling with all its epic squirming squirminess, until she has to crouch down to not drop the poor creature on its face. )
What in the world are you on about, nug?
( The nug can't speak, only grabs at the ground with its front paws and then bolts right out of her arm, lope-hopping right at Loki. It's highly debatable if the nug realises he's there or not at the moment, only that it has determined, in all of its nugly might, that it's tired of being carried. )
Don't worry, they don't bite! ( She calls out, straightening and not bolting after the nug. She's not chasing after it like a villager in a greased pig contest, thanks! ) I'm not sure it even knows it can.
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He had to admit he'd never seen anything quite like the strange creature making for him but he was immediately fascinated. Abandoning his shopping, he crouched in the creature's path, deftly catching it when it moved to evade him. The nug scrambled in his arms for a moment before he whispered something to it in a strange language, "kyrre", running his hand over its eyes. It wasn't a spell, just a calming technique he'd learned from a stable-hand once to calm skittish horses.
Once the creature stopped struggling, he looked over to the woman who'd shouted.]
I see you've lost your...whatever this is.
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She still didn't know how to feel about learning magic. It had been a defining point of her childhood at the missionary school that she couldn't do the simple spells that all of the Elves could do. While they practiced telepathy and telekinesis, she sat against the wall, underneath a window, doing figures in the hazy sunlight.
Not being magical made her different. Made her stand out. When all she really wanted to do was blend in.
Now what was she? Ariadne truly didn't know.
She was moving forward, though. Where ever that would take her remained to be seen. But if she was gifted with powers, she was going to use them.
To help people, of course. She was a Legend, after all. Even if she didn't know why.
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He was fairly new to this position, and aside from a few consults here and there, he hadn't fully taken on an official student as of yet, but that just gave him even more free time to do whatever he wanted, to gather tomes from the school's library to consume for instance, which was where he was headed at the moment, passing through the school's entranceway from the faculty offices to the student areas. Loki's own attire was probably more casual than she'd expect from the prince, but work didn't require armor, and if it did he'd simply conjure some. He also wasn't hiding the three inch horns that were curving from the crest of his brows, his physical moniker of Myth.
He stopped when he saw Ariadne. There were many places he'd assume to happen upon her, but never here. Had she gotten lost? He approached curiously, smiling with charm as he came near.
"Welcome to Baba Yaga." As with all his comments, he smiles wryly, holding his hands out to the sides, ever ready with a bit of theatrics.
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Nevertheless, a smile broke out and she quickly scampered over. "Loki!" she said with delight, deciding that he was clearly spreading his arms for a hug.
That was usually why people spread their arms.
So she threw hers around his shoulders, giving him a little squeeze, before she stepped back to give the appropriate curtsy.
...just in case.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. He didn't seem like the sort that would take lessons. Or even need lessons, based on what she'd seen so far.
The horns were...new. But it wasn't the first time she'd seen them in town.
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It was not, however, often why Loki spread his arms. It was more demonstrative than anything, and he stiffened at the unexpected embrace for a moment before awkwardly returning the hug, relaxing only when she stepped back for her curtsy.
He straightened the sleeves of his tunic and smiled. "I work here, though I should ask you the same."
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But really, who didn't like hugs?
She smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "Well," she admitted. "It seems that I may now have some...magic." She still couldn't believe it. What would all of those children from her childhood say? How would they react? Zara, at least, would be excited for her. Ariadne was excited for herself, although still a bit...not nervous. That wasn't the right word. She searched all the languages she knew, but couldn't figure it out.
Apprehensive was the closest she could get. And it still wasn't right.
"Baba Yaga gifted it to me but...I have no idea how any of it works!" She wouldn't even have known she had it, if not for the change to the scent around her little treehouse.
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There is a note tucked inside the gift, obscuring the beautifully rich, orange gemstone within. The note is handwritten in elegant Eorzean script, which he should be acquainted with by this point in their lessons. The deep crimson ink used has a festive shimmer to it. ]
Loki,
Happy Starlight Celebration! ( some perfect stars are drawn in sparkling, gold & silver inks )
It is a bit late due to unforeseen complications, but I believe you will appreciate this gift all the same.
- Era
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text | a few days after the invites went out
You're more knowledgeable with this sort of thing than me, so I have two questions for you:
1. Do you know what qualifies as semi-formal attire?
2. What does RSVP mean?
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2. Letting a host know you're coming.
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What manner of fashion counts as 'fetching', but not suited for a formal ball?
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...Do you need a hand?
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I don't think I know how to dress myself.
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It's not in her nature to leave emotions roiling.]
Loki? I have to ask you something and you may not want to answer it.
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You have my attention.
[And if his response seems guarded, it's on purpose.]
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Nevertheless, she can't ignore what she's been hearing.]
What is the nature of your relationship with Tony Stark?
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It sounds as though you're already somewhat familiar.
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A lot more complimentary than you probably imagine.
[A pause.]
Some of it a little alarming.
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But fine. What sort of places do you have in mind?
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Delivery, Christmas Eve