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Third ❀ Bloom Text; backdated to the 20th | Open to Both Courts w/ Filters

Good day, everyone.

It seems Reynard The Fox is a Hot Topic of the week, and I know that he is being discussed in greater depth elsewhere, thank goodness. [Seriously, this stuff is very nice to know.] That said, I may have a bit of new information for those who weren't aware.

He was behind the destruction of the Drabkeeper's Castle. By himself, it seems. I don't know why, but if you've seen what's happened to it, you know that that's no joke. It's been completely levelled.

[So, that might give a greater appreciation of what he might be capable of to those that didn't know, before.

There's more to it than that, but she doesn't know how much of a target she's made herself out to be and doesn't want to implicate or involve anyone else. Still, someone should know all of it.]

[SEELIE LOCKED, but with additional private filters to Waver Velvet and the Outsider]

Secondly, I would caution anyone with any kind of Sight [there is a careful emphasis of the word that she's certain won't be missed by those who know what to look for.] in taking extra precautions in using it, if you have both the means to and the control.

Please, be careful. That's all.

[Locked to Lancelot and John Grimm]

There's something you may want to know, if you don't know it already.

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So noted. It comes in very handy, I must admit.

[But she nods.]

Upstairs might be best. Oh, I've been looking forward to trying this coffee for a while now, please, if you wouldn't mind. However you recommend I take it would be just fine.

I may very well just need to use boons to mimic the idea.

[Waver stands then, heading towards the counter. He suspects Archer's in the kitchen prep area, leaving him to brew.]

Sweet, then, as this iteration of the stuff is very bitter if you don't add anything.

That might be a good idea. I do enjoy taking the scenic routes but when you need to get somewhere fast, it will do in a pinch.

[She follows after him.]

I'd say I don't like sweet things, but that would be a tremendous lie. But, this a nice place you have, here.

[Waver heads right behind the counter, and begins to grab what he needs. Ibrik first, then coffee grinds (spiced with cardamom). Sugar follows, then the water.]

Thank you. I honestly feel more comfortable here than I ever did within Caer Scima, but I suppose that's because I got a say in every little detail.

[With the water in, Waver parks the ibrik on the heartside, letting the indirect heat resting in the stones begin to work on the brass brewing vessel.]

[Flora watches him work, very much fascinated. She's never seen coffee made like this before.]

What's it like there, anyway? I hear it's a bit...drab?

Dark, yes, but it fits the whole Unseelie atmosphere. It's nice, just.

[He shrugs, keeping a close eye on the pot.]

I get no input on it. Silly, I know, but it's important to me.

I don't think it's silly at all. It's a place you're meant to live, and everyone has different tastes. Besides, there's a lot about this place that we don't have a say on, so I can this as being all the more important.

[She smiles, eyebrows pointing inward.] Personally, I'm much more used to sharing a space with others. I never thought I'd miss having music at full blast first thing in the morning, but there you have it.

Whereas I'm very much used to living alone, so the communal aspects of the castle was a big shock.

[Waver lifts the pot off the hearth for a moment, when brown foam threatens to spill out. He lets the froth die down, then returns it to the hearth.]

The complaints are moot now, I suppose.

If you think that's communal, try sharing the same space with five other magical people.

[Okay some things were totally her fault sometimes but shhh.]

So, are you happier here? Is it a good fit?

That hell is what I call university.

[The smile is wry. Clock Tower was indeed Hell, but communal living was the least of it. It's only a little better now, being a professor.]

Much, although it isn't home.

[He picks the ibrik up again, when the foam threatens. One more go, and it'll be done.]

There's a cup on the counter for this, would you kindly pass it to me?

Oh, dear. That sounds like it might have been rough. Didn't have nice dorm mates?

[That's as good an admission as anything else to his connection with magic, and, inwardly, she can't say she's not happy, since he's had to keep that close to his chest or dance around it. Still, she's not going to barrel into twenty questions, either. She's curious, but she's never wanted to press to discomfort, so she'll just leave the ball in his court.]

Well, if it were actual home, that would be too easy. Though I have to say, a lot of this place sort of reminds me of where I come from and what I'm used to. Aside from the grand room.

[She gets the cup and carefully offers it to him.]

Certainly. This has been very interesting to watch, I must say.

[Flora, it's coffee, calm down.]

Not at all. I at least like my co-professors these days.

[That's all he'll give for now, and while Waver would love to play twenty questions - it's only fair since he did it to her - it's not the time and place.]

It's more than enough for now. I'm treating downstairs just like a very large Costa Coffee. Er-- the English Starbucks equiviliant.

[And with the cup in hand, and the coffee foaming again, Waver pulls the ibrik, and pours it into the very small cup. The ibrik's returned to the counter, and the cup offered to Flora.]

There. Taste it first, in case you need to add more sugar to it.

I'm sorry about that, but I'm glad you get on with your fellow professors. I probably got lucky in that a lot of my then co-teachers were my best friends, the same ones I've lived and gone to school with.

[Twenty Questions is their favourite game, but Flora is ever patient and mindful. It's not like there's a rush here, and there's at least a hundred reasons why someone might want to keep their magic a secret. Even if she hasn't had to very often, thankfully, she could probably understand.

She takes the little cup and blows gently over it.]

Thank you, and what a charming little cup.

[She takes a sip, and it's sweet enough, but more than that her tongue is immediately assaulted with flavour and her eyes go wide with pleasant surprise. She laughs a little after swallowing.]

This is amazing! Wow. Very, very bold. How different.

That's lucky indeed.

[Waver smiles, gesturing for Flora to follow him upstairs.]

It's actually one of the earlier methods of making it.

[She follows him, but does a curious thing.

She completely lets go of the cup.

Instead of shattering on the floor and making a great mess, it floats along, trailing on motes of golden dust.]

I wasn't aware, but I'm not surprised. Sometimes, one of the best things you can do is go back to the basics.

[Waver's all ready to dive to save the cup when he realizes he's floating. The gold dust gets a little jealous side eye, and he continues up the steps.]

Actually, I just went with this method because it was super low technology, and therefore compatible with what's available here.

[Once he's up on the landing, Waver heads down a rather nondescript hall. A key slides out of his pocket, and he unlocks a door.]

After you.

[Flora giggles behind a hand before shrugging helplessly. Don't hate the playa hate the game. ...Which seems to be chance, in this case. Maybe.]

Well, no reason why it can't be both if anyone asks, right?

[She winks, but when he unlocks the door, she dips her head as she enters the room.]

Thank you, my lord.

True enough.

[The study has a great big window of it's own, letting in the afternoon light. Bookcases take up much of the wall space, although there's only one full of books, and one full of pieces of alchemy related equipment - everything else is blank. A workbench sits against one of the walls, and towards the center is an area with two armchairs and a sofa, angled around a coffee table.

Waver flops himself into one of the armchairs, and the door closes on it's own accord.]

So!

[Minding her skirts first, Flora sits in the other armchair, primly and back straight. There's an elegance about her, but her easy smile lends it to making it more relaxed, somehow.

Though, it's tempered by something more serious as she takes that as her cue to tell her story.]

So! The Drabkeeper's Castle seems to have been a point of interest with a lot of people for whatever reasons they might have. It's not the only thing I wanted, but gaining access to thorough and unbiased accounts of the Drabwurld's history was certainly my biggest priority.

[She gathers her floating cup and takes a sip. This is still really good.]

If I was feeling particularly paranoid, I might have said that perhaps one of the courts had a hand in it, but the archives are so massive who knows who did what and why? Anyway, I wanted to find out for myself.

[She rubs the back of her head.] Um, I've always been open about having magic, but not always about what I am. I haven't really cared about that for quite a while now, though. Anyway.

[She has both a point to this, but also it's just something she's wanted to tell him for a while, now. ]

I think I can understand the not being quiet as open about what you are around here, so please, don't worry about that level of judgement.

[It's said with a hint of a smile in his voice, and all things beside, it seems like everyone's got bits of their identities to keep secret.]

So you went to investigate a massive loss of information. Makes perfect sense to me.

Yeah, it doesn't really do me any favours in very tangible ways, so that one's more or less out of the bag. [She waves a hand.]

But I partly brought it up since I have a power--a set of wings--that lets me see into the past; I use it finding things or people. I never really thought about what could happen, because the past is the past. It's fixed.

[She sips her drink again and sighs gently. She knows what Zelos said, and, objectively, he's right, but she still can't shake that she was careless.]

That's a hell of a power. I guess that's what allowed you to see into the source of the fire?

It's pretty handy, and yeah, though I got more than I bargained for and there's more to it.

[Her mouth quirks in distaste before it smooths out. She'll get there in time.]

I saw some of what happened before it. In the vision, Reynard met the Drabkeeper, and wanted to know where something was hidden and threatened to take out his eyes if he didn't get what he was after. It was strange, though. The Drabkeeper was surprised to see him, but it was less shock and more like when someone you care about has dropped off the face of the earth. He also seemed like he'd been waiting for him and called him "Dear Fox".

It gets better. The Fox wasn't alone, he was with a woman, one who called him "Father".

[That warrants another sip. ]

[Waver leans in, trying to process everything. Reynard burning information made sense, but whatever it was, it doesn't sound like Flora caught wind of it.]

Okay. So, Drabkeeper and Reynard have some kind of relationship. But this--

I'm sorry, please go on.

[She blinks, and is curious, but she'll leave it be for now.]

She saw me. In a vision. Of the past. It was like watching a movie and suddenly a character onscreen looks at you and is aware of your presence.

[Talk about ~~2spoopy~~ creepy. ]

I lost control of the vision. I couldn't dispell it and everything started to blur, so I don't know if he got what he was after or not. She'd done something. There was a lot of pain, and at the same time, Reynard released this tremendous burst of energy, I could barely stand it.

At the end of it all, I passed out. And when I woke up, I was blind.

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oh no what a cute cup oh no i want it

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