Meeting the Archmage

[concordancenpcs]

[Lezaford's cottage in the Aldanna Range is exactly what one would expect of a centuries-old Archmage. If they were aware of his age or magical capabilities. Most don't and he likes it that way. Everywhere one looks in this simple dwelling, there are books. Books upon books. And more books. If anything seems oddly displaced, it's the suit of Judge's armor set off in one corner. Or maybe the Grimoire on his reading table.

He's expecting a guest, maybe two, sometime soon anyway. The number of guests about to cram into his small home is going to be a surprise. Once he pulls himself out of the book he's engaged in reading.]


((ooc: Due to the number of folks showing up, let's go with party-style tagging instead of a set order.))

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[cruentatafoedus]

[As they push for more information, Vayne is curious, contemplative in turn as to his own mental abilities and limits in contrast - can he push back? Form walls and give them ideas and impressions, feelings and emotions without being so subjected? Though he works still in answering and understanding their questions, he tries to focus, working through the training he recalls from preceding time. He cannot, nay, he does not want give them the images from his mind, only his words.]

[At the very least, he wants to stop the stomach churning sensation of want, hunger, and more permeating his mind, not enjoying that they warble so, His mind seeks, perhaps without realizing it, to push some of his own mental dominance and desire to control what is uncontrolled animal instinct.]

[He doesn't realize that the image of Penelo, a girl he has seen and has known, has slipped through his mind, torn from his grasp at their enthusiasm.]

/have a cute icon because I love you like that

[resplendance]

[That sliver of recognition is all that it takes for the little excitable creatures to forget about their sudden burst of hunger and latch on to the familiar. They start to bombard Vayne with more images of their mistress, from her cozy quarters in the Weyr (which was pretty much a homey cave) to her in Larsa's sitting room with Mjrn and Basch present. His previous pushing back trying to stop the images from coming in gets overridden in their zeal to continue sharing.

Aion chirrups forcefully at Sybaris and without warning, the little blue vanishes into thing air to go tell Penelo he's found a friend.]