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Post by reyarpg on Dec 13, 2019 3:08:38 GMT -6
 It was all so much. The change had happened literally in the blink of an eye. One minute, the citizens of Sirith were safe in their underground tunnels, locked away from most the rest of the world. Magnus was in his safe routine, working in the castle and moving money around for the High King. Then, it felt as if the entire world had turned upside down. Where dirt and rock greeted work-weary eyes was now the blinding light of the sun. Had he not felt his presence, Magnus would have assumed this was some ungodly doing. But, no, this was the work of the only being that could do such a thing. It was the work of Argus. However, not even the comforting touch of their heavenly, all-knowing father could entirely quell the stirrings of upset throughout Sirith, let alone Nariah. The air was thick with tension, unrest, and anxiety. Magnus knew that all-too-well as his trips to the Temple of Argus and his usage of medicine seemed to rise. Just stepping out of his front door was a task some days, and it was something he faced with the bravery of a stallion who had a job to do. However, while that worked temporarily for him, it did not work as well for everyone else; how could it? They were all their own unique horses after all. As Royal Overseer, it was Magnus's first and foremost job to serve the High King and the herd. His Herd was unhappy; he had to do something, didn't he? Perhaps taking the initiative to organize some form of festival or celebration would lift Nariah's spirits. While he didn't have the influence or resources to organize a Sirith-wide celebration, he could still do something. He sent out a letter to his fellow Overseers, wanting to initiate a conversation with anyone in order to set up an event. One horse couldn't do it, but two? Perhaps. Maybe more, if he was lucky. Unfortunately, the ideas meeting wasn't all that impressive when it came to turnout. As Magnus stood in the meeting room, he was alone with nothing but his thoughts. Nerves ate at his belly and he tried not to let it get too twisted in nerves. What if no one came? What if this whole idea was obnoxious? He tried to push down the nerves and he tried to remember what his friend Casius had informed him. Trust in Argus and trust in your herd. What is meant to happen will happen, and the hooves of those meant to share time with you will follow. As he mulled over his thoughts, he had to have looked unreasonably serious, his eyebrows furrowed ever-so-slightly with a frown on his features. 456 Wctagged: Ioana |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Dec 21, 2019 2:36:39 GMT -6
 Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
The Surface’s light was bright. Almost too bright.
The late morning she spent in her chambers, due to an extensive beauty routine to mask her late-night concoctions and potion making (she was working hard on learning the Draught of Dreamless Sleep but kept messing up and nearly passing out after every mishap), filled her usually dark rooms with a flood of gold. It had been barely a week since the Ascension - it was becoming quite clear that adjusting to this new onslaught of light was going to take longer than she had previously thought.
In hindsight, she should have cut her late-night brewing short. A letter had been delivered to her rooms the mid-day previous, from her fellow overseer Magnus. A peer of high esteem, the stallion was eager to combine efforts to serve as a banquet committee - the question she had was: would it be in honor of the Ascension? Or in spite of it?
Nevertheless, she would seek out the answer from her peer. Hopefully.
She hadn’t quite met Magnus yet - in fact, she had not met many of her fellow overseers beyond state events and letter-exchanging - all strictly business. Collaborating on a project of an event - potentially of upstanding large caliber? She was eager to show her skills to the High Queen and King but knew this might be a hurdle for her reserved self. Beyond her extended family, and although her bloodline was a royal one, she seemed to still fret over the lack of proper introductions and connections to the others housed and working in the Royal Palace. She was well aware that this meeting would need to be a smooth ride if she ever was to rank higher in the palace’s political playground.
A steeping hot cup of tea and a full wardrobe change later, she dragged an elegant layer of cool gray silk around her down the hallway. Her head felt heavy with the layers of wispy waves pinned up in ornaments to the back of her head, but she balanced her posture well. The teacup came with, of course, and swayed precariously (yet just ever so delightfully) in her telekinesis.
She passed barely anyone in the halls of the palace, as many had quickly and quietly set to work on the complications this new Ascension brought with. The herd would need new defenses and entirely new maps and trade routes completely in order to traverse Sirith with a margin of safety that they had once held under the earth. The stillness in the palace halls was not unwelcome, and she felt slightly and more confidently secure in standing when the few messengers in the halls, at the beck and call of Wardens and the Watch, scampered around her - giving a wide berth one might would to someone of high status.
A pegasus stallion, years younger and with less than sure footing, scampered around her with large eyes. He seemed enamored but her mood soured at the brightness of his coat. He reminded her of her brother.
She moved on, shuffling through the letters and plans she brought with her and keeping them close to her as she rounded the corner. The meeting room was one of the oldest spaces in the palace - along the central wing of the Palace near the Throne room, it was created of the oldest rock and stone. The doors were large and foreboding, and two guards stood on either side of the double doors - armed to the teeth in a show of tradition and respect.
She ducked her head in greeting to each as she passed through the doors, the large circular room wafted in golden midday light. The rock shone with gloss, the vaulted windows gently screened with rice paper and flanked by ornate lanterns glittering with gemstones. Notably, the room was empty, and her soft hoof falls rang out.
Ioana barely realized she was not alone until shadows moved to her left and a stallion, coat shining in the glorious light, stepped forward. His expression was deeply serious and she found her courage and confidence waning a bit, skittering to a halt before the grand table and quickly placing her tea on the stone as to save herself from dropping it.
“Ah!” She cleared her throat, her tail making a wide arc as she turned to face him, “Magnus, I presume?” Delicately, she unfolded her plans and parchment onto the table next to her cup.
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Post by reyarpg on Dec 31, 2019 1:07:55 GMT -6
Perhaps a bit out of nervousness, Magnus began shuffling his own project planning paperwork as he waited. Would anyone come? He'd hadn't received any RSVP's from his colleagues back telling him that they would be meeting up. Would this even go over well? Perhaps no one would come. He didn't know if he could stand the embarrassment that would cause him. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally not alone. Truth be told, he hardly recognized the mare. With so many Overseers, it wasn't all that uncommon to not know the faces that matched the names on your colleague calling list. Wait, no, they had met before...hadn't they? He was wracking his brain to come up with her name as it appeared it was taking her a bit to recognize him as well. Or rather, recognize his existence. Her gait halted almost immediately and her teke had to rescue her tea. Oh, dear. He certainly hoped he didn't look that intimidating. He came to realize quickly by the ache in his eyebrows that he must have had quite the sour look. Trying to recover, he forced his face to relax and perked his ears forward in greeting, giving her a respectful bow. His cloak slid across his frame as he did so, as it often did. "Greetings," He responded in kind, still wracking his brain. Oh god, this was not a good way to start things off. What was the list again....? Er..... After rummaging through a few names in his mind, he finally remembered her name. "You must be Ioana." He returned to a proper standing postition once more, giving her a polite smile. "I am happy that you came." He responded, more relief in his voice than he would have liked. He was certainly quite relieved that someone had come, and with papers nonetheless. While he had his own plans and ideas, more hooves to do the thinking, the better. "I hope the day has gone well for you thus far." His violet eyes looked her over, studying and ready to interpret how best to approach discussion with her. 353 WCtTag: IOANA |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Jan 2, 2020 15:37:21 GMT -6
Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
With a small but graceful flourish, Ioana bowed in turn to the other Royal Overseer, a lower bow for respect and to save face for the near tea spill in his presence, “Greetings. I am happy to be here.”
With a flick of wavy mane, she drew back up, noticing slyly the relief in the stallion’s voice and responding similarly in a soft fashion, “And to you as well. However, first, I must apologize.”
She was pleased to see a flick of surprise in his expression, and twitch of the ears, and she settled over to her papers with a rustle of fabric and jingle of her hair ornaments. She shuffled them carefully as she went on, “I did not respond to your invitation letter, I was up quite late with previous engagements - ah,”
Saving face for the vague and otherwise improper excuse, she picked up quickly but not without embarrassment, “- with my reading and potions. I did not want to disturb you too late with a reply, and instead, have prepared ideas and assets that could be useful for you.”
Inclining her head, she gestured to the papers and drew back for him to step forward and look over them. They were general and brief, including ideas for various herd-wide celebrations at corresponding dates (including guided prayer worship and affirmations of the gods’ will from Breim’s greatest Priests) to spread ease throughout all the herd and other ideas involving a more prestigious Royal banquet event involving a prayer program - which could also benefit a herd-wide celebration if more funding and the King’s approval could be gathered during which. In terms of specifics, Ioana had much left in the air as to what exactly the other Royal Overseer was thinking, but she appreciated the opportunity to show off her own planning and thinking.
Even if her ideas were a bit general, she preened happily to herself as the stallion read over the papers. It was accomplishing knowing she could work with another Overseer and have them interested in her ideas. She had only gotten so far in the Palace, and only through connections her family name had made for her. The flexibility and quick thinking she spent much time nurturing was finally going to be set to work, and thank Kaia for that.
“On the last parchment,” She stepped closer and indicated with a tilt of her head, “I have some varying options for time and dates. I figured the end of the workweek would work best, give two or three hours during the setting of the sun and I think the ambiance would ease a lot of minds.”
Ioana eagerly stepped back now, teke raising her teacup (now lukewarm) to her lips. Magnus took a few moments more to shuffle through the parchment and she briefly glanced around the high vaulted meeting room. Perhaps she would call for some more tea…?
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 10, 2020 17:08:47 GMT -6
It did Magnus well to hear that the other Overseer was happy to be here. Again, his self-doubt often would get the best of him, especially in a time like this. As she went to apologize, however, he flicked his ears forward, a bit concerned but listening intently as she spoke. While her apology was vague at first, and admittedly perhaps a touch inappropriate depending on where one's mind went, Ioana seemed more than capable of quickly saving her words and turning it around. Magnus was both pleased and surprised to hear that she had spent that time doing productive things, things related to work. Things related to work that he himself put together. "I look forward to reading what you've written, then." Magnus responded politely, flicking his ear and glancing over at her. He couldn't help but let his violet gaze stray a bit over the few stray wavy hairs escaping her hairstyle, framing her delicate and pretty face. The rest of her was quite beautiful, but in that small moment it was that detail he noticed. He quickly shifted his attention to work, however, as he went to read over her project overviews. Some of her ideas aligned with his; the idea of having some form of celebration that included some Guided prayer from Breim's Priests. He liked that idea, but as he continue dreading one seemed to have caught his eye a bit more than the others. "A Royal Banquet?" He inquired, tilting his head up to look at her. While leaving the banquet to, well, just the royals would be good for the royals, he was hoping to aim for something that was a bit more herd-wide. Realizing that that would require a petition to the King, he saw now why it was mostly vague for the time being. If they wanted to come up with a larger event, they would need to really put their heads together and prepare a good petition. "..Ah, yes, a Royal Banquet." He quickly said, trying to recover quickly from his initial confusion. "Feasts are....good, and I agree with your earlier ideas of a Guided Prayer session with the herd's Priests." He used his teke to pull up his own notes, glancing over hers again. The notion of a herdwide celebration was ambitious, but...if they could come up with a good idea for it, then the two of them could go far. Before he could get started with his own ideas, which, admittedly, balked in comparison to her own, Ioana was speaking again, wanting to show him some details on the last parchment. Time and dates; something that wasn't really thought about. His partner certainly had her head on straight and knew what she was doing. That was worthy of respect, certainly, and he had to give respect where it was do. "Yes, that is... a very good point." Magnus responded in kind, giving her an affirmative and respectful nod. "The time you've suggested works well. It would allow many to attend the event we're hosting. I initially thought of a festival; something that would work herd-wide to allow as many Breim herd members to attend." He explained. "I believe most, if not all Breimians are put at general unease at the new...situation we find ourselves in." He motioned to the outside window, which was filtering sunlight in and reflecting it on themselves and the room. "I think a Banquet is a good start; and I think we should expand on the idea." He set his own parchment paper aside; the ones with notes on them, and pulled out fresh canvas and a quill. "While it may prove difficult-" read; anxiety inducing on Magnus's part "to write up a petition to the King, I do believe that with proper planning we may be able to convince them to fund a large celebration." Magnus settled on this, carefully choosing his words. He wasn't sure on this, at all, actually, especially in the presence of another Overseer who CLEARLY had their life in order. "Perhaps we can expand on the idea? Food brings horses together, but there must be other things." He went on, thinking now on what they could do. Remembering his times with Casius, and how the horse really did help him find Argus and help out King Isamu, Magnus decided to add onto that. "Prayer also brings horses together. However, food and prayer together seems more like a religious holiday... and I really think we should push for something more upbeat and uplifting than a mass prayer session." He decided to leave that proposition in the air, to hear what his partner would have to say to all that. Shuffling his parchment, he held his now-inked quill ready to write down notes. He was sure that she would have some good ideas, as she was already proving to be an excellent partner to work with. 816 wordstagged |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 2, 2020 18:08:43 GMT -6
Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
She did call for tea, the second Magnus pulled out his ink and paper, gently asking the guards outside to call for a server. In no time, she set a pot of green tea on the table before them and poured them both a cup, using every inch of grace and royal upbringing within her to pour tea without dragging her silks through them. The steam had curled some of her finely combed hair and she wanted to grumble, loud and outright, but thankfully Magnus did not pay mind to it. He had already taken to writing out their shared plans on a new parchment, and she hummed with in response to his proposition, sipping softly, “I do think uplifting is the way to go. I would like it to be as accessible as possible for all of Breim - and I do love the idea of a festival. Perhaps a festival and ball would quite complement one another? And instead of mass prayer, we could bring in religious figures for well-wishing and subtle blessings?”
That sounded iffy, but she tried her best to sound confident, letting the scritch of Magnus’ quill fill the room. The meeting hall was beautiful and shining at midday - the new onslaught of sunlight streaking within the caved walls in delicate lines across the large table. A flutter of wind sends the banners of Breim and lanterns swirling and chiming. The soft sounds really accentuated how they were the only two in such a magnificent room.
She turned back to him as the writing sounds paused, “What do you think?”
Casually, or as casually as possible, she raked her eyes over his hair - glossy and deep black, and eyes a piercing violet to compliment. Her simple grace went scrambling, cup rattling in her teke as she went to hurriedly place in the table - By Kaia, what a perfectly wonderful way to break her put-together exterior. She huffed out in embarrassment but sent him a tiny smile all the same. Just act confident, ignore what just happened. Gods, she could already hear her mother’s voice reprimanding her for checking out her superior, without so much as a hint of sophistication.
Now fiercely determined to smooth through the slip of character, she pulled out her own parchment - drawing her quill from the bag under her silks and gently making amends to the ideas she had previously written down, scratching out ‘mass prayer’ to replace with ‘blessings’. A well-wishing tree or even a candle pool where a votive candle could be placed among the lilies as a blessing or wish would be very beautiful. She articulated that to Magnus, waiting patiently for his reply and trying desperately not to let her eyes wander.
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Post by reyarpg on Nov 16, 2020 0:26:46 GMT -6
Whether it was out of respect or he merely didn't notice, Magnus chose to ignore and fully disregard any knowledge or witness of his companion nearly spilling her tea. Of course, his teke was tingling at the fray, ready to help her out just in case. Though of course, she didn't need his help, and he wasn't going to overstep his bounds by imposing. Still, his violet gaze couldn't help but cast over her delicate form, and he took in the delightful variations of her striking coat. He didn't mean to, but he surely found her beautiful. And then,a question posed, something he certainly had to once again try his best to muster up words to answer with. What was the question? What did he think? Ah, yes, right. Of course. "I think that sounds quite lovely, yes." He agreed, dipping his head a bit respectfully, wanting to err on her side. A swish of his tail, a curl of his cloak as he shuffled through his parchment once more, dipping his quill in the ink at the ready. "Where would you like to start?" His voice was calm, but the conversation shifted as he let the power of leading the conversation rest in her hooves, now. "If you would like, I could start outlining the...." he glanced at her notes. "blessings, if you would prefer, or I can start writing the petition to my friend Casius about the religious portion of our festival." Another gentle swish of his tail; nothing that was irritable of course, just his tail swaying gently as he could hear the faint tinkling of chimes in the distance. He, too, was reminded of just how alone the two were in the room, together. wordstagged |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Jan 20, 2021 23:36:00 GMT -6
Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
She blinked in surprise at his disposition, the sweetness of his offer - one that would place most of the planning power in her hooves - was not forgotten on her. Ioana hid a grateful smile by ducking her head down and away. It was pleasant to finally be in the presence of someone so courteous and gentile - after such a long time away with the Cultists at their borders. So full of hostility and petitioning tension, she had quite forgotten what it was like to be treated kindly. If her tail flicked happily and she continued with just a bit more energy, she hoped it wasn’t too obvious but didn’t mind if he noticed all the same.
Ioana shifted closer and used her teke to scrawl a list of plans. “I’d have you petition Casius,” She looked to him and hoped she wasn’t being too forward, “but perhaps after we brainstorm these blessings? I’d like to take this to the High King at some point perhaps during their morning meetings tomorrow. Are you…”
She glanced to the windows of the hall, which still filtered in glowing afternoon light. She wasn’t sure how quickly the two of them could prepare this celebration, and given the short timeline in order to present their proposition to King Hajime - “Are you busy this evening? We could take dinner here and work through it. I’d be happy for the company if you’d like to stay but I understand if there are other matters you must attend to.”
Ioana tried not to feel self-conscious - after all, what was two Royal Overseers taking dinner together? It was commonplace for King’s Guides and Overseers of Breim to work through long hours and nights by candlelight even. A distant trio of nobles went giggling by the hall doors, with trailing silks and high voices. She was keenly aware of how the palace seemed all but swarmed with nobility that either were directly or remotely related to herself or Magnus. What would it look like to one of her family members if she was this blushing, bubbly mess pressed flank to flank with the dark stallion next to her? And just like that, she snapped out of her deep thinking and quickly side stepped to allow some room between the two of them.
“Apologies,” she breathed, smiling softly before quietly refilling both of their teacups. As she poured, Eiko sailed through the hall’s windows and landed graciously on the table beside them. The small owl looked at Magnus before turning to Ioana with a small note clasped in her harness. Interestingly, as Ioana unclasped the note from Eiko, the small owl trotted across the length of the table to curiously peer at Magnus’ cloak - cooing softly. Ioana couldn’t help but smile affectionately.
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 21, 2021 0:28:44 GMT -6
Ah, was the room getting warmer, or was it just him? It was getting increasingly hard to tell the difference. The closeness of the two to one another was... very distracting, to say the least. Considering Magnus had always been weak for a pretty face, let alone a pretty voice, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to figure out what to say and when to say it. He felt like an Uncut stumbling over his hooves for the first time. However, he managed to maintain some level of decorum, if not for his own sake than for hers. The last thing he needed was to disgrace her with a fumbling idiot's presence. He cleared his throat ever so quietly as she apologized, stepping away and he, too moved a bit away, wanting some distance between them. Sure, their closeness could have been written off as the two passionately working on something together, but in his eyes the lense would have been magnified; to others, they might have seen something more. At that moment, as well, a beautiful owl came flying in to Ioana, a note attached. Magnus was curious, but would never pry. Instead, he pricked his ears curiously at the little creature. He had always been friendly with animals, what with the devil birds in the royal gardens. Birds were always a curious, intriguing sort of familiar to him. "Oh, is this your familiar?" He inquired politely, looking at the owl inquisitively. He would have liked to ask - and learn - more, however from the shadows themselves his own familiar appeared to emerge. The devious Nekomata jumped out and onto the table, landing quite easily onto the pile of papers the two had begun to amass. Last but not least including the very same notes that Magnus had written for himself, smudging the ink easily with his paws. Magnus let out a startled noise, and then an exasperated sigh. This was unfortunately all too common with Kai. Embarrassment bubbled up inside him and he immediately felt the need to apologize to Ioana for such an embarrassing display. He could hardly control his familiar, after all! "Apologies! Ah, I did not know that Kai would be coming along with me today." He chittered almost nervously, glancing at his familiar and giving him a quick but kind pet with his teke. "He...enjoys walking all over freshly inked parchment." It's quite the problem, he added mentally to himself. However, he would never dream of speaking such words aloud about his familiar out of respect for him and also fear of the backlash should he speak poorly of a Nekomata in general and it hearing. "But uh...yes, Dinner with you sounds quite lovely! Ah, I mean, dinner in here with you sounds lov- I would enjoy working here with you and dinner here sounds just fine." Oh boy, he was stumbling over his words quite easily. Where was that charismatic charm now, hmm? Kai stretched and yawned, letting out a small 'mrrowl' before peering at the owl curiously. He knew far better than to attack another familiar in the castle, after all. That would be, well, rude. 528 WCTagged: Ioana |
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Jan 21, 2021 1:22:49 GMT -6
Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
Eiko did quite a stern impression of a stuffy noble as the Nekomata joined her on the table, feathers ruffling. The mythical familiar was beautiful and its cloak glistened, shiny and pristine. Ioana’s breath momentarily froze before she could reign in her reaction. It was an honor to see such a beautiful familiar in person and she only had eyes for the Nekomata’s form for quite a moment. Argus clearly favored the sleek animal, whose split tail complimented the knowing look in its eyes. Any embarrassment that Magnus showed over the clever familiar’s behavior was quickly forgotten. For such an intelligent creature as the Nekomata before her, she knew its meddlesome nature was sweet and harmless from the readings she had done on many of Breim’s mythical familiars. And besides - Magnus had nothing to be embarrassed over. Kai was spectacular to behold.
She breathed out quickly, teke tucking strands of her mane that had fallen out of her precarious updo, “Oh he’s magnificent. Kai, is it?” She carefully piled their papers away from the majestic feline, potting the ink jar so it could not be spilled but also carefully arranging their work so that the Nekomata could assume the patch of sunlight on the table if it wanted to sit. Hesitantly, Eiko bustled away from the Nekomata and arranged herself tucked close between Ioana and Magnus on the table.
Her mother’s note was quickly forgotten for favor of glancing from familiar to owner, and she was glad to have such a distraction from the words of the note. “I had no idea you had such a beautiful familiar,” She praised Magnus, “and I’m glad to have such company for dinner.”
She knew quite well that her finery was befitting of a station as Royal Overseer but she was never as fashionable and beautifully ornamented as some of her noble cousins - especially their Queen Sakura. Still it was nice to see an effect of… well, her subtle demureness? Unsubtle but hinting flirting? was taking on her fellow Overseer. She was, well, very pleased particularly that Magnus found her charming in any matter. She took a sip of tea and turned to him over the cup.
“Oh, yes,” She looked down to Eiko, “this is my familiar, Eiko. She was gifted to me by our High King for my service. She’s very fond of delivering messages and has quite the eye for shiny ornaments and colors.”
As if she knew Ioana was speaking of her, the little owl chirped and ruffled her feathers. Ioana supposed a break might be nice, until Kai settled and they could continue work - but she was also content to maybe not continue work at all. She silently chastised herself, as they were both Overseers for a reason, but she couldn’t help how pleasant the company was turning out to be.
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 21, 2021 1:47:22 GMT -6
Magnus;Breim | Royal Overseer
Kai was quite keen to perch and enjoyed the set of admiring eyes upon his pelt. As expected of a Nekomata, he held himself quite proudly and his entire demeanor was quite noble. Magnus couldn't help but be a bit flustered at his companion's admiration for the cat, but that also flattered him greatly. He was not particularly loud or forthcoming about his companionship in a Mythical Familiar, as he was still learning how to gain it's trust and form a bond. He also knew far less than Ioana must have known about animals. Truly, the companion had just...decided to make itself his companion one day, and he could do nothing about it if he'd wanted to.
Kai's eyes twinkled mischievously at the look that Eiko was giving him, peering at the other familiar through the lower pair of eyes featured on it's face. Nothing was done, of course, but a glance could say a thousand words.
"Ah, thank you. Yes, his name is Kai. I tried quite a few names, but this seems to be the one he responds to the most." As if Magnus had any other choice than to call Kai by whatever name the creature wanted to be called. "I'm quite sure he will be happy to have company for dinner as well. He spends more time out of my sight than in it, I'm sure of it." He turned his attention to Eiko as Ioana introduced her. He was impressed that she received a gift from the High King themself. How impressive! He bowed his head respectfully, as respect was due.
"That's quite impressive, being gifted by the High King! Argus be praised, and what a pretty thing she is." Magnus cooed over the little Owl, leaning in just a little bit to peer curiously at her with his pretty violet eyes. "She seems quite the fitting companion for someone like you." Somehow, he managed such a smooth flirt with relative ease. Such an odd creature the little fellow is.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Jan 28, 2021 2:08:26 GMT -6
Ioana;Breim Royal Overseer
And who cares if I'm coming back alive? / So what, at least I have the strength to fight
“Kai,” she breathed happily, smiling to the Nekomata and though she didn’t dare pet the mythical familiar without its permission, she appreciated how sweet and soft Kai’s coat looked from afar, “It’s wonderful to meet you, feline one. We’ll have to make sure only the finest fish is prepared for Kai for dinner this evening.”
She looked to Magnus with a hint of laughter, trying hopelessly not to giggle at the grandeur in which Kai presented himself in and the grandeur she too was all the more happy to dote on him with. A fine Nekomata deserves the world, her grandmother was always one to say.
“In regards to Eiko...” Ioana turned down to her small bird friend, but then paused. The smooth line from her fellow Overseer snagged somewhere in her brain - not quite registering until she had begun to speak. Ioana looked to him abruptly, ornaments and trinkets getting chiming. She hoped she wasn’t blushing - at least not obviously, but to be flirted with by someone of such high ranking was nearly unheard of for her. More surprising was how quickly her heart fluttered and how sweetly she seemed to respond to it.
A thick glossy strand of black fell into her eyes and she resisted brushing it away with her teke for favor of hiding behind it as she spoke, “...Well, it’s quite clever both of our familiars fit us so in that regard. Kai makes quite the dashing compliment to such a handsome figure.”
Oh gods was she flustered now. Flirting back?! That was beyond her. But she slyly peeked at him, engaged by his sparkling eyes - the purest blue with such stunning purple - but quite to glance away just in case. Her heart was thundering now. Eiko was fluffing herself happily between them, and she was glad the small owl seemed to like Magnus.
...Sweet Kaia, what was this stallion doing to her?
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