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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/8/2017 7:05:31 PM
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[i]Nat watched the creation, not with curiosity or disbelief but a slight magical intrigue. She herself was a mage through geneology, although the tree man was able to manipulate nature. Perhaps he was in the same boat? She pondered on it for a moment.
When Verdantus offered her a trip inside of the newly erected house, she took a few eager steps into the building with curiosity. She didn't quite know what he was making for himself, so she was intrigued to see it. [/i]
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The moment she stepped into the lot, the world shifted slightly. Senses intensified, green was greener, the wind rustled through the grass and leaves like a faint harp. Fir, Rowan, Green Tea, Pepermint, and coffee mixed through the air in a tapestry of pleasant aromas. It was warmer here than outside, like a spring day instead of early winter. Inside, the house was richly decorated with wooden sculpture and paintings. Verdantus reclined on a rocking chair that looked hand made, and gestured broadly to his surroundings. “Welcome as a guest to my home, please, make yourself company and Angie shall get us something to drink.”
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[i]Natalie knew something was odd. Enjoyable, but... Different. It appealed to her in a different way that the city did. She saw the various woods and intensified shades of green as the scents pleasantly filled her thoughts, which sent a wave of calmness rushing throughout her. She took it all in for a moment, and eventually found herself sitting atop a wooden chair across from Verdantus. "Who's Angie?" [/i]
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“My housekeeper and an old friend, ah, here she is now.” A slightly short and stocky woman, of indeterminate age, with blond hair kept back in a bum and silver eyes, dressed in a long old fashioned puffy dress and bonnet enters, takes a look around, and nods at Verdantus before stepping through a different door.
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[i]"You have a housekeeper despite building this place two minutes ago?" [/i]
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“I didn’t so much build it as summon it. Though there is real wood and stone here acting as a frame. Mostly Rowan actually.”
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[i]"Huh. Where did you learn this magic?" [/i]
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“What do you think I am?” He asks coyly, with a faint smile on his face.
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[i]"Surely you weren't born knowing how to summon a home?" [/i]
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“I wasn’t really born at all.”
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[i]"Well, you'll now what I mean. I'm sure you learned how to use your talents and all, right?" [/i]
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“Over time yes. I learned the inspiration for this spell when I watched the sage of Britain use it.”
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[i]"So you, what, learned it by watching? How did you learn how to even cast it?" [/i]
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“Again I ask you, what am I? Why are my trowels copper and not iron?” The Fey fellow smiles.
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[i]"Because of your birth, obviously. Though everyone learns how to do everything - A bird isn't born knowing how to fly, it learns." [/i]
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He opens his mouth to speak and is promptly interrupted by a pixie flying quickly out of a door, followed promptly by Angie wielding a flyswater. “Whatsthebigideaandhowsabrownie-OH!!!” The pixie says extremely quickly before it notices Verdantus. “Thisisyourhousethen,GreenGale?” It says nervously. “Puckenfragen, get out of my home.” “Rightsirsorry” The tiny Faerie zips out a window, which Angie promptly shuts before offering the two seated two cups of steaming warm tea.
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[i]Natalie was a coffee girl at heart, though she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and accepted the tea, which she sipped on lightly. [/i]
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It was quite good, warm in temperature and flavor, but soothes with a fading hint of pepermint. “Apologies for that. pixies do learn to fly from birth and they’re endlessly obnoxious for it.”
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[i]"Well, considering they must fly everywhere it's no surprise they learn so quickly." [/i]
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“Yes. And to answer your earlier question, I can use magic in the same way you can use water. It’s something you need to survive and you’re mostly made of it.”
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[i]"Right, never mind then." [/i]
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“What of yourself. I can tell you’ve got some magic in you, though wether your a mage like me, or have a more sorcerous bent like my robin, I can’t tell.”
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[i]"Well, I was born with magic in my genes. My DNA is apparently coded in a way that lets me have gravity magic, but I still don't know how it works. Over time I've learned to use it how I do now." [/i]
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“Sorcerer then, and quite a potent talent.”
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[i]"Yeah. Thing is, I only know gravity magic. Hence why I was inquiring about your magic." [/i]
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“Well, I’m Sihde, so I can command life to a certain extent, though my nature is wind, so that’s what I’m best at. I’ve spent a long time studying how to use other types of magic though, so I can do a bit of everything.”
