[IC/OOC] Contact

[minrathousian]

 

dream visits | letters and notes | in-person visits

To contact Atticus IC: Leave a response to this entry, specifying the means of contact (e.g., letters, in person visit). To contact me OOC: Discord:  middlemarching#9936 Plurk:  ragweed NB:  I work 9-5pm EST Mon-Fri, have additional volunteer obligations, and write fiction in my free time.

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a dream is a wish your heart makes~

[doneisdone]

Teren doesn't dream often. She's usually too exhausted, or can't fall asleep deeply enough, or just doesn't sleep at all, too busy circling the Warden camp and obsessively peering at each tent, shining her lantern just long enough to see that its inhabitants are present and breathing.
It's actually the grey hours of the morning when she's finally collapsed onto the pile of blankets in her tent, the soft grass beneath them more than sufficient for someone who hasn't slept on a proper mattress in decades.

It's hardly an interesting dream at all, when it happens: she's pacing a hallway, looking for someone, aggravated and concerned by their absence. It may be her fault they're gone, but if she can find them and make it right, everything can go back to normal.

a library visitor

[arlathvhen]

Beleth isn't noisy about approaching him, or flashy. Atticus would be forgiven for not even hearing her quiet steps, until she pulled out the chair across from him, and sank into it.

"Magister Atticus Vedici."

The expression that greets Atticus is polite, and neutral. Beleth is in her diplomat mode--carefully poised, from her hands clasped together on the desk, to her back as straight as a rod, staring at the magister in front of her. She dips her head politely, motion made just as carefully as the way she held herself.

"Beleth Ashara, Head of Scouting within Kirkwall. A pleasure."

[arlathvhen]

[ She comes to visit him in the library, looking rather more weary than the last time she saw him—though less distant, as well. She’s simply too tired to hold herself aloft from others at the moment. She still doesn’t bother to ask before sitting (though whether that’s a power move or something done out of that weariness is hard to tell). ]

Vedici—[ He couldn’t go by Magister anymore, right? Who cares, what’s he going to do about it. ]—I was hoping you would indulge me with any information you might have regarding a Magisterium family that has come into contact with me. Does...House Asgard mean anything to you?