[ The scent of old magic hung in the air as Y'shtola perused the books stacked on the far shelf; their worn bindings and near-brittle pages spoke well of their age as she delicately leafed through them, setting them back into their resting places with a tenderness reserved for fragile, valuable things. A fire crackled merrily across the way in the near-deserted inn, and Y'shtola couldn't help the desire to lazily curl up in the cushions before it with one of the books she'd found on the shelf.
Who was she to deny temptation? She had the time, and while the books were written in a foreign tongue, it didn't make them any less intriguing.
Selecting a promising volume with numerous flowers and herbs adorning its face, Y'shtola gracefully descends into a space at the edge of the couch before the fire, folding her legs underneath her before laying the book open upon her lap. ]
[ once y'shtola sits, the door to the inn swings open again. there's snow stuck in his hair and clothes as he walks to the front desk, unravelling the scarf he'd wrapped around the lower half of his face. anyone with the right sense of mind wouldn't have been out in the snowstorm in the first place, but linus never was one to think logically most of the time.
he digs out some coins to trade for a key and once that's done, he sits in front of the fire with a lot less grace than y'shtola, closer than would be safe for a normal human. he takes off his fingerless gloves, holding his hands near the flames to warm them up. eventually, he looks over his shoulder at her. ]
Hey, sorry about that. I'll get out of your space once I warm up, if that's cool with you.
[ Y'shtola's eyes flit upward at the sound of the door creaking open, an eyebrow delicately quirking at the sight of the newcomer. He looked like hell, frankly, replete with snowflakes gracing his hair and coat.
Just as she's about to return to puzzling over the book in her lap, however, the stranger practically sits inside of the fireplace, causing her eyes to widen. Mages attuned to fire weren't unheard of in Eorzea, but they also generally didn't reside in the stuff. This man seemed completely at home with the flames practically licking his fingertips. Y'shtola vaguely wonders if she should be readying her wand in order to throw a well-timed Cure his way. ]
By all means.
[ She gives a slight nod, but a quick glance at his hands tells her that there will be no blistering or bubbling of skin accompanied by the smell of cooked flesh permeating the inn's common room... yet. ]
That storm sounded fierce. Take all the time you need to recover.
[ linus rubs his hands together, sensation returning to his fingers again as he laughs. ]
Yeah, it was pretty intense. Shoulda listened to the barkeep back in town when he told me to stay another night, but I thought it'd be okay, you know? [ his smile turns sheepish. ] Told him I'd just melt the snow if it got worse, no big deal. He gave me this look like I was crazy or something.
[ which he is, but that's besides the point. he sighs, shaking his bangs from his face. ]
Anyway, glad you made it here in time. Would've been bad if both of us were stuck outside.
What would drive you to set out in such a storm? [ Y'shtola's voice is gentle in its chiding, and what he says next prompts her to close her book completely. ]
Are you a thaumaturge or black mage? Unless you have some other means of quelling the ice...
[ A warm smile, coupled with a thoughtful gaze. ] Perhaps. Something tells me you would have fared just fine.
I'm supposed to meet up with some friends of mine, [ he sighs while leaning back against the couch now that he's got the feeling back in his limbs. ] I guess they'll have to deal with me being a little late.
[ he shrugs at her question and pulls off one of his gloves, holding his hand palm up between them. ]
No idea what a thaumaturge is and I'm not really a mage, but I can do something like that.
[ if she's talking about mages, he figures she's probably into that sort of thing or does it herself, so he's less inclined to be worried about throwing his power around so carelessly. the air around him is already warm, but there's a small surge of heat before flames bloom in his hand, licking up his fingertips. ]
Not sure if this is the kind of thing they do where you're from. [ there's another shrug as he closes his fist, dispelling the fire and tugging his glove back on again. her smile gets her one in return, despite the weary chuckle that accompanies it. ]
I think I might've been close to losing a few fingers out there, but thanks for the vote of confidence.
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I'M WINGIN' IT forgive me if this doesn't work, i'll change 4 u bby
Who was she to deny temptation? She had the time, and while the books were written in a foreign tongue, it didn't make them any less intriguing.
Selecting a promising volume with numerous flowers and herbs adorning its face, Y'shtola gracefully descends into a space at the edge of the couch before the fire, folding her legs underneath her before laying the book open upon her lap. ]
shhhh ur perfect
he digs out some coins to trade for a key and once that's done, he sits in front of the fire with a lot less grace than y'shtola, closer than would be safe for a normal human. he takes off his fingerless gloves, holding his hands near the flames to warm them up. eventually, he looks over his shoulder at her. ]
Hey, sorry about that. I'll get out of your space once I warm up, if that's cool with you.
delayed response is delayed
Just as she's about to return to puzzling over the book in her lap, however, the stranger practically sits inside of the fireplace, causing her eyes to widen. Mages attuned to fire weren't unheard of in Eorzea, but they also generally didn't reside in the stuff. This man seemed completely at home with the flames practically licking his fingertips. Y'shtola vaguely wonders if she should be readying her wand in order to throw a well-timed Cure his way. ]
By all means.
[ She gives a slight nod, but a quick glance at his hands tells her that there will be no blistering or bubbling of skin accompanied by the smell of cooked flesh permeating the inn's common room... yet. ]
That storm sounded fierce. Take all the time you need to recover.
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Yeah, it was pretty intense. Shoulda listened to the barkeep back in town when he told me to stay another night, but I thought it'd be okay, you know? [ his smile turns sheepish. ] Told him I'd just melt the snow if it got worse, no big deal. He gave me this look like I was crazy or something.
[ which he is, but that's besides the point. he sighs, shaking his bangs from his face. ]
Anyway, glad you made it here in time. Would've been bad if both of us were stuck outside.
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Are you a thaumaturge or black mage? Unless you have some other means of quelling the ice...
[ A warm smile, coupled with a thoughtful gaze. ] Perhaps. Something tells me you would have fared just fine.
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[ he shrugs at her question and pulls off one of his gloves, holding his hand palm up between them. ]
No idea what a thaumaturge is and I'm not really a mage, but I can do something like that.
[ if she's talking about mages, he figures she's probably into that sort of thing or does it herself, so he's less inclined to be worried about throwing his power around so carelessly. the air around him is already warm, but there's a small surge of heat before flames bloom in his hand, licking up his fingertips. ]
Not sure if this is the kind of thing they do where you're from. [ there's another shrug as he closes his fist, dispelling the fire and tugging his glove back on again. her smile gets her one in return, despite the weary chuckle that accompanies it. ]
I think I might've been close to losing a few fingers out there, but thanks for the vote of confidence.