Eternity RPC Board
01-04-2017, 02:47 PM
"An army need not be provided," Elke agreed, "but your coins and clout would be greatly appreciated."
Looking pointedly at Lady Ethelgifr, who was - after all - the owner of a lordship title, and who was - after all - dressed and perfumed rather finely, Elke directed her words. Coin. Clout.
Silently, and still looking meaningfully at Lady Ethelgifr, the mage took a wafer smeared with a creamy herb spread and popped it into her mouth.
Elke would likely have still been staring the gold out of the woman's purse had Toffer not called her attention away with his feline chirps. The young woman made to rise to her feet and follow the animal, and would have done so had she not spotted the crow circling with wings spread wide above her. It's dark feathers cut a regal shape against the bright sky, and the mage marked it instantly as an omen.
"Another sign," she thought tiredly, drawing her lips thinly over her teeth. Birds of the corvid sort usually meant nothing good. Perhaps they weren't the harbingers of death they were so often labeled as being, but ravens and crows did have the tendency to appear before major military defeats and wide scale loss of life.
It was only when she spotted the parcel in the bird's clutches that she remembered: Aveness' familiar. Not an omen, after all. It was fitting of the professor, really; crows were crafty and as intelligent as any higher being Elke had ever met despite their inabilities in human languages.
"I, ah..." Flap-flap-flap. The bird, much larger up close, was perched on her shoulder. "I apologize, Lady. Professor. It seems I have a visitor."
A parcel, not too big, fairly flat, plopped from the beak of the bird into Elke's lap as the animal let out a gravelly caw. It cocked its head at her, blinking the deep brown eye turned towards her, and Elke mimicked the gesture with a blink of her own. And then the crow spread its great wings and took to the air in a leafy ruffling of onyx feathers.
"Crow," she called after it, quickly rising to her feet, "Send my thanks to Professor Aveness!"
Elke regarded the envelope. The material felt to be of fine quality - soft, almost worn glossy. Something in between parchment and suede. She turned it over. A thin bit of twine strap and a singular wooden button held the parcel closed. She unwound the string and opened the package, sliding the stationary out from its wrappings. The letter was finely penned in rich indigo ink and bore the burgundy wax seal of Professor Aveness: a large, swirling A rising as incensed smoke from a lamp of knowledge.
As her eyes skimmed the letter and attached memo, she explained to the two across from her, whom she'd honestly forgotten momentarily. "It's a letter," she told them. "From Professor Aveness. She was recommended as a source of help to me by Lord Siora." Folding the letter and packing it away again, she met the eyes of the two picnickers. "Much like yourselves.
"And speaking of the two of you," she continued under her breath, turning her attention to Professor Gudrig now, "The Kallayadeva Library, was it? That sounds very important, very... exclusive."
Lord Siora had recommended that Lady Ethelgifr had an infatuation of sorts with the Kallyadeva, hadn't he? Elke looked to the woman. There must be an avenue for assistance there. "Do you study there, too?"
[ooc: Ughhh sorry for the super long delay. I had to go back and re-read to keep track of why Elke is to be meeting with all these people, so if something sounds wonky or not what you had in mind, let me know.]
Looking pointedly at Lady Ethelgifr, who was - after all - the owner of a lordship title, and who was - after all - dressed and perfumed rather finely, Elke directed her words. Coin. Clout.
Silently, and still looking meaningfully at Lady Ethelgifr, the mage took a wafer smeared with a creamy herb spread and popped it into her mouth.
Elke would likely have still been staring the gold out of the woman's purse had Toffer not called her attention away with his feline chirps. The young woman made to rise to her feet and follow the animal, and would have done so had she not spotted the crow circling with wings spread wide above her. It's dark feathers cut a regal shape against the bright sky, and the mage marked it instantly as an omen.
"Another sign," she thought tiredly, drawing her lips thinly over her teeth. Birds of the corvid sort usually meant nothing good. Perhaps they weren't the harbingers of death they were so often labeled as being, but ravens and crows did have the tendency to appear before major military defeats and wide scale loss of life.
It was only when she spotted the parcel in the bird's clutches that she remembered: Aveness' familiar. Not an omen, after all. It was fitting of the professor, really; crows were crafty and as intelligent as any higher being Elke had ever met despite their inabilities in human languages.
"I, ah..." Flap-flap-flap. The bird, much larger up close, was perched on her shoulder. "I apologize, Lady. Professor. It seems I have a visitor."
A parcel, not too big, fairly flat, plopped from the beak of the bird into Elke's lap as the animal let out a gravelly caw. It cocked its head at her, blinking the deep brown eye turned towards her, and Elke mimicked the gesture with a blink of her own. And then the crow spread its great wings and took to the air in a leafy ruffling of onyx feathers.
"Crow," she called after it, quickly rising to her feet, "Send my thanks to Professor Aveness!"
Elke regarded the envelope. The material felt to be of fine quality - soft, almost worn glossy. Something in between parchment and suede. She turned it over. A thin bit of twine strap and a singular wooden button held the parcel closed. She unwound the string and opened the package, sliding the stationary out from its wrappings. The letter was finely penned in rich indigo ink and bore the burgundy wax seal of Professor Aveness: a large, swirling A rising as incensed smoke from a lamp of knowledge.
As her eyes skimmed the letter and attached memo, she explained to the two across from her, whom she'd honestly forgotten momentarily. "It's a letter," she told them. "From Professor Aveness. She was recommended as a source of help to me by Lord Siora." Folding the letter and packing it away again, she met the eyes of the two picnickers. "Much like yourselves.
"And speaking of the two of you," she continued under her breath, turning her attention to Professor Gudrig now, "The Kallayadeva Library, was it? That sounds very important, very... exclusive."
Lord Siora had recommended that Lady Ethelgifr had an infatuation of sorts with the Kallyadeva, hadn't he? Elke looked to the woman. There must be an avenue for assistance there. "Do you study there, too?"
[ooc: Ughhh sorry for the super long delay. I had to go back and re-read to keep track of why Elke is to be meeting with all these people, so if something sounds wonky or not what you had in mind, let me know.]