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she blinded me with science
« on: Apr 02, 18, 05:30:39 AM »
Well... the meeting with Noah had gone far better then Felicite had been expecting. You know, after she'd literally paced a hole into the cobblestone sidewalk outside the building before even bothering to enter. That aside, things had gone swimmingly and had somewhat allowed for the constantly pressing anxiety about the matter to recede somewhat now that she had part of her grandiose plan in motion. Given that she had about a million other things to do that day made that a more positive note to start everything else on, so Fel wasn't going to complain.

Instead, there was a little more relaxation to her step as she approached the entrance to the Garland estate and raised a hand to ring the bell (an incredibly fascinating device which somehow was triggered to convert timed Craft to sound and let anyone who was home know that someone was there), clasping her hands in front of her while she waited patiently. The estate was an impressive structure and it never ceased to make Fel marvel whenever she dropped by. Naturally, the conservatories, library and lab were her favorite parts of the place, but to behold the expanse in its entirely was always delightful, if not a bit overwhelming.

Idly rocking back and forth on her feet, it wasn't terribly long before the door swung open before her and she was greeted by one of Harmonie's brothers, Felixe the Prince, who recognized her nigh immediately and ushered the Landen in with an easy smile. Thanking the Rose-jeweled man, Fel managed to acceptably exchange a few pleasantries before Prince Garland directed her to where exactly her Healer friend happened to be milling out this particular afternoon. Felicite thanked him before turning to wander off in that direction.

She'd visited and conducted enough work within the residence that she'd long ago memorized her way to and from the parts of the place that were relevant to her, so it only took a couple of minutes before Fel wound up outside one of the labs that Harmonie worked out of. And there her friend was, front and center at one of the rows of workbenches hovered ever so diligently over what she could only assume was another successful set of studies.

She assumed that Harmonie could sense her presence, but Fel still exhibited a certain amount of care and silence as she approached and initially stuck out a hand in a slight wave to try and get her friend's attention without actually disturbing her work. That was a pet peeve she herself was more than familiar with, so she'd have been entirely loathe to commit such a social (at least in the scientific community) faux pas.

If she managed to get her friend's attention Felicite would offer a smile, her hands moving reflexively and fluidly to sign a more personal greeting, *Afternoon, Harm. How's everything going? These specimens are looking great today.* Indicating the plants in question with a slight tilt of her chin.

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #1 on: Apr 11, 18, 12:44:50 AM »
What Fel called a lab, Harmonie called a greenhouse. It was a beautiful building made of iron, glass, magic and artistry. The Landen woman took the long way reaching the Healer who, as ever, was absorbed by the work to which her life of considerable means was devoted. Felicite, the more brilliant one in their friendship, was polite as ever in the means she employed to gather Harm’s attention. She didn’t know that the building was spelled in such a way that any entry or exit from the humid building triggered a bit of Craft that ‘nudged’ Lady Garland’s senses and alerted her to company.

This was, as many things were with Harmonie, a well kept secret. This secret allowed her a few more moments of careful note taking whilst pretending to be unaware that she was no longer alone. After Felicite’s hand entered her peripheral vision, the Healer continued scribbling for almost a minute more before turning to greet the brilliant woman whose mind she envied. There wasn’t anything in the world, even her Jewels, that Harmonie wouldn’t have traded to be a real genius instead of just an intellectual with astonishing work ethic for a member of the Territory’s aristocratic elite.

Would she have worked so hard had she been born with the Landen daughter of merchants mind? Probably not, because she just wouldn’t need to in order to understand the data her work provided. Setting down her notebook of leather and paper spelled to repel water, coffee, dirt and all other manner of possibly damaging elements, Harmonie turned to the friend she envied and smiled as they exchanged their fluidly signed greetings.

*My plants look great everyday, Any Garland that takes to horticulure as anything less than excellent gets disowned and I could not live on a budget.*” As an afterthought, with her face still smiling, elegant hands added. “*But thank you. I’m a bit frustrated at the moment. Trying to sort through the why’s and what’s of some as of yet unexplained variations I’ve discovered is proving a puzzle more complex than initially expected. I’m close to cracking it, I just need some time and a bit of luck.*

They stood surrounded by rows and rows of carefully labeled pea plants sorted by generation Within their generation the plants were grouped by the phenotypic manifestations their set was grown to track. With a sigh, Harmonie tapped her nails on the long, thin table at which she’d been absorbed in study before devoting her attention to her guest in full.

*Did I forget a date we’d set?*” This was the Healer’s polite way of asking Fel the purpose of her afternoon intrusion as it was highly unlikely she’d forgotten a scheduled bit of socialization. Harm was always quite stingy with her time and she made a habit of keeping track when she promised to share it with others.

 



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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #2 on: Apr 11, 18, 01:48:08 AM »
Felicite was a patient sort when it came to other people (as long as it didn't involve her explaining things), so there was no feeling of hurry or implications of rushing while she stood and waited. If anyone could empathize with focus and needing to get all one's thoughts on a page lest they lose what they were doing, it was Fel. Anything lost in a thought process was potentially detrimental to whatever current project she might've been on, and it was part of the reason why she carried around her small notebook at all times.

Instead, it was with a genial smile that she waited for her friend's attention to fully be turned towards herself, her mossy-hued gaze drifting around the greenhouse in continual fascination. Plants were never a forte of hers, so that was part of what made it all so interesting to be surrounded by them whenever she visited. For a few brief moments her mind wandered adrift into the land of technological-plant hybrids of some kind and it brought additional amusement into her mien before she noticed the Healer's hands moving in response.

The Landen took in the signed words and processed them right away, a small quirk upward of her mouth offered at the initial comment. Harmonie was secure in her workings, if nothing else, but she wasn't wrong either. Of course they looked great. The other woman's subjects and work space both were always impeccable sights to behold, she had a mastery of her craft (both the mystical and the science variety) even to one such as herself who also took a keen interest in the subject.

*What do you have so far?* she replied silently, her gaze catching onto the plants Harm had specifically been standing in front of and studying oh so intently. *What's throwing it off? Could there be another category of variations branched off from one of the original ones?* Conjectures at best as Fel was definitely still learning the more complicated ins-and-outs of the Healer's work with the hopes of eventually translating it into the realm of actual people. Blood, specifically, but she'd mostly kept that to herself.

When asked pointedly politely what she was actually doing at the estate that afternoon, Fel blinked a few times, genuinely bewildered by the question. *I...* a pause, her fingers stilled in midair, *Thought we did have something set up for today. Did I get the days mixed up?* That would've been entirely likely for Fel as it was an all too common occurrence, so prone to forgetfulness when she was absorbed in her work she was.

*Granted, I did have something to ask in addition to the apparently mixed-up meeting, but if I've shown up at an inopportune time I can come back. Absolutely my mistake, you know I'd never barge in unwarranted.*

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #3 on: Apr 18, 18, 07:52:50 PM »
The energy obsessed recipient of a Graves grant asked insightful questions and posited clever what if’s in the same thoughts. While paying attention to Fel’s answer, Harm fussed at the plants that bore blossoms white or purple depending upon which plant she brushed her fingers. A gentle smile tugged at the corner of her lips and her hands remained on their work. She wasn’t given real time to answer before Felicite began going through an awkward realization at an admirable pace. The Healer figured it kindest to let them get the uncomfortable facts out of the way. The Landen? She figured everything out at least twice as fast as most folks around her and that was on a slow day. Except when it came to those things of sense and society. In those matters, and few others, Lady Garland’s knowledge reigned supreme. Harmonie’s well placed pause, for she was ever skilled in the manners with which she wielded her silence, gave Felicite time to assimilate and handle the news that she hadn’t exactly been expected.

“*It was supposed to be tomorrow,” she signed with an understanding affect to her expression whilst explaining their misunderstanding. It wasn’t the first time Fel mixed up a meeting’s time or date. “*But it’s no matter. You’re here and nothing interrupted was damaged. No sense in your leaving. Especially now that you’ve gotten me curious.*”

Harmonie’s curiosity was such that her sign name was the letter H folded into the sign for wonder. "*Out with it then,*" She turned to face Felicite, arms legs and arms crossed. Harm olded in on herself when she focused. It stifled her urge to interrupt an interesting story or line of discussion once her interest was peaked. As a girl it was the habit for which she was most frequently scolded. In debate with the witch it could be exhausting. The more intensely she felt the more intensely she picked apart every statement trying to get as specific and perfect an understanding as possible. Her words could cut through the air and poorly constructed arguments or courses of treatment more effectively than any blade or most Craft.

Overall? It was quite gauche of the normally shy aristo woman. She always regretted it immensely, but it seemed to happen now and again anyway even when she was careful. Subsequently, she did her best to still her hands and thus her occasionally traitorous voice. The posture helped and those who knew her appreciated the focus and consideration of which it was the clearest indication. Those who didn’t could take it as a sign of hostility. As an adult she’d learn to tilt her head and soften her features in such a way that it warmed the overall effect portrayed but, particularly in the circles populated with those wealthy as the Garlands, people could be funny about such things.

One of the best things about Felicite, in Harmonie’s opinion, was that never once had the exuberant, eccentric genius misread her full, concentrated focus for anything other than the precious commodity it was. They shared an intensity of spirit that made their relationship a deep friendship rather than the many, colder academic acquaintances both had in spades.

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #4 on: Apr 19, 18, 05:46:07 AM »
It'd always been her tendency to jump between subjects without always giving the other party a chance to actually answer, with her simply assuming the people she was directing inquiries at would just backtrack and indulge her with their responses. Her brain simply worked at no other speed and for the most part there had been few others who ever really tried to slow her down or get her to realize the rather socially-inept manner she tended to operate in.

Her parents had tried to when she was younger, but that had mostly failed. Abel, her little brother and now mercantile mastermind heir to the family business, never really cared one way or the other. Senja... well... she was biased in her smitten nature, so there was no doubt the dark-jeweled Priestess Queen simply let her paramour go about as she always had, even if she was one of the few who would indeed have such a sway over the Landen's behavior.

Harm was different though. The Lady Garland, despite their now deep friendship (or instead perhaps because of it), never faltered in pointing out missteps of Felicite's in etiquette and social graces, given that the Healer was very much a picturesque example of being at the top of one's game in both those arenas. She was aristocratic and flitted amidst those circles with a finesse that Fel would always envy, never to achieve herself, she'd long ago resigned herself to that. While other people would've potentially taken offense to having social faux pas being pointed out in their mannerisms, Felicite had never been the type to do so. She never found her hardworking and bright friend to be arrogant or condescending towards her, and she always took whatever criticisms in a fully constructive manner.

It just worked for them, apparently.

*Sorry,* she signed back with a sheepish and apologetic smile, defeated and most definitely embarrassed that she had gotten the date wrong. Again. As someone who carried around a notebook for her own ideas and sketches, one would've thought she'd invest in a planner to write such things down as well, but for whatever reason that notion never struck her of its own accord and she would scoff whenever another brought it up.

Fel hesitated a bit, even when given permission both in word and body language to proceed with the subject she'd brought up. Not necessarily for fear of judgment (though surely she would be receiving some) but more as she tried to figure out the best way to explain it. After a pause that spanned a few beats, the woman figured it was just best to be blunt, so she started to sign anew.

*I was visiting Senja the other day, and... well... it's a bit of a convoluted story, but essentially her exceptionally dreadful mother showed up and said in no uncertain terms that she was potentially going to be allowed permission to have Sen's control ring for her collar, should my beloved be released from Dark Haven anytime soon. And so I panicked, basically... because that would mean I'd never get to see her again, as her mother finds both myself and my relationship with her daughter distasteful and would surely hoard her away to her own manipulative gains.* She was rambling, which given that she was signing and not even speaking was equal parts impressive and amusing, really. As one would've figured that communicating non-verbally would make one prone to conciseness.

*Anyway, yes. Panic. And in my panic I struck something of a deal with her mother. I convinced her that if I am able to locate her other daughter and get her to return, then she would allow the aforementioned control ring to go to Senja's First Escort instead, who is much more trustworthy and a friend. So... this agreement has me actually needing to leave Chaillot's borders for a short time, as I'm more than certain Amandine - the younger sister - is no longer within them. And naturally then, I figured I should give you warning so you didn't worry or think I was abandoning our work together.*

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #5 on: Apr 24, 18, 02:37:24 PM »
Felicite began her best summary of what seemed to be a winding tale and it quickly proved to Harmonie she’d chosen well in silencing her hands. Dating a Dark Jeweled Queen was borderline suicidal for anyone not a Warlord Prince of equal or greater depth. Fel was a Landen; a Landen who didn’t seem to realize the risks she took simply by trying to bargain with a woman like The Butcher Queen’s mother. A woman who just happened to be an Opal Jeweled Black Widow Priestess. Harmonie didn’t know every witch or male of note in Chaillot, but it was hard to not be away of the dual casted aristo who’d birthed two women who were a living examples of why the Dark Haven was needed. Her frighteningly delicate colleague and friend had engaged in what sounded like dangerous dealings with a woman who could’ve broken her spirit or mind easily as a flick of the wrist.

At some point in the Landen’s hastily signed explanation, one of Harmonie’s hands escaped its prison to pinch the bridge of her nose. Following that it rub itself inelegantly over the map of her face as if she could massage out the blooming headache born of worry her friend’s story was bringing on. Following that, there was a purposeful stillness about her in the moments after Madame Veilleux’s tale of poor judgement gone catastrophically bad. This was often the case with Harmonie’s manner of processing. When her hands finally began their purposeful inquisition, it was fast enough that anything less than full focus would’ve seen words lost in the blur. “*Is this a binding contract to which you entered?*” The Healer asked, and received an immediate answer in the affirmative from a Felicite who both nodded and signed that Harmonie’s first and worst assumption was correct. She sighed, reached for optimism, and sought further clarification.

“*Was a man involved in the contract’s drafting and signing?”* Her expression darkened into a look nearly maternal for its mix of disappointment and total concern as Felicite’s explanation unfolded. "In order to get her mother's trust and compliance on this matter, I had to guarantee my reliability and intent. So yes, a Prince mutual to both of us was sought out to officially draft and oversee it once the terms were set." Harmonie wasn’t sure where to begin in her point by point breakdown of why everything Felicite’d gotten herself into in the name of something as ephemeral of love was going to be a lethal disaster. The knot of poor choices made a monkey’s fist of fuckery. Though the aristocratic witch was too polite to ever phrase it as such - that’s exactly what it was.

*Who will be serving as your escort through the circles you must navigate to unravel this mess?* A Landen to travelling across Night only knew how many Territories in search of a Dark Jeweled witch was going to need more than a bit of support when it came to gaining the sort of access puzzling out the mystery of the Queen’s missing sister was going to take. In the seconds between her question and Fel’s answer, Harmonie held a poorly placed sliver of hope that the answer might release the building tension and worry in her gut.

It did not.

"Senja insisted I take one of her Bonded as this was additionally a large fear of hers as well. His name is Vincens and he is of the Warlord caste, but he bears no jewels for they were broken." Fel’s answer was a let down of considerable weight. What in Hell’s name did Senja think a Jeweless Warlord was going to offer her sass first think last, protocol inept paramour in the face of unfamiliar customs and social resistance? What exactly could he do for her if her ill chosen quest sent her to Raej, a land perpetually on the edge of civil war with its own Landen population?

Harmonie let out a slow, controlled sigh. She steadied her hands and waited to answer until she felt her words would convey the depth of her concern more than the breadth of her disapproval about the messy nature of the half-cocked scheme - for it wasn’t a plan, plans had order, objectives, and contingencies in place. Felicite was intending to ride by the seat of her pants in a situation that called for a full complement of accessories and allies. When she did begin to sign it was with punctuated haste that she flew through her criticism that, for all its harshness and considerable length, was nothing but truth.

“*This isn’t you taking a boat to the mainland to visit your long lived cousins twice removed, Fel. A Jeweless Warlord is going to be next to useless. I’m sure he’s a lovely male, but he isn’t going to be able to protect you worth a damn. Right now, the way you have things set up? The only thing that will be coming back from this journey is your body in a pine box. There’s going to be too many of my kind involved in the matter.

Do you understand that since Lady Amandine is a Dark Jeweled woman who is both a Black Widow and a Priestess, it’s likely that the closer you get to her the more powerful those with whom you must deal will become?*”
Harmonie didn’t pause for a response, it didn’t matter if Felicite had thought that far ahead because it was being made explicitly clear just then.

“*The intricacies of protocol that could mean the difference between your messy death and a success that - as things are laid out right now is staggeringly unlikely - they’re acquired from years of careful study. You can’t just go galavanting about Terreille to save the damsel, Fel. Not without a much better strategy.*” A pause in the flow of her building rant came when Harmonie ran her hands through her unbound hair and shook them before her as if discharging nervous energy before continuing.

“*I know you want to hurry, but you have to come up with better than what you’ve got. You and yours are absurdly fragile, you’re like paper butterflies in a forest of flames. If you’re going to do this you need to stop and think this through. Like, for instance, who exactly are you going to find willing to escort you on this ill advised contract that you know you can trust?

There’s only a handful of Blood in all Chaillot that I know for sure could be trusted to put themselves between you and danger, and most of them are too tied up in their own businesses or courtly service. No hired sword is going to just provide the sort of careful loyalty you require, nevermind the risk that whomever accompanies you is going to need to be someone possessed of remarkable self control. One wrong flare of temper could see you killed by your own allies, Felicite.*”



(All of Felicite's answers were written by Zen).

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #6 on: Apr 24, 18, 05:56:30 PM »
Felicite hardly needed to be of the Blood or possess Craft to have an inkling of just how far her dear friend's exasperation and displeasure on the entire matter was likely to span. Though, she rationalized that it might have been a helpful and interesting tool to see just what exact level of frustration she'd just caused Harmonie with her explanation and the answers provided. Not that she'd done it on purpose, because of course that wasn't her intent! She'd shown up merely with the purpose of explaining her departure to her fellow scientist, but not ignorant to the fact that said friend would undoubtedly have something to say on the matter.

There was no hesitation in which she provided the signed answers to Harm's inquiries, and there was no shame or fear while she sat herself equally still and watched the flurry of hand gestures that she received as a means of chastisement in return. As a woman grown she knew her actions had consequences and she knew this was one she was in no position to dispute, so she did not. Fel didn't possess the same need to fold her arms or sit on her hands to refrain from interrupting as her friend tended to do, but instead the Landen merely remained stoic and understanding throughout the duration of the lecture. Of which, oddly, felt far more potent even in its silence than a verbal lashing would have been.

*I understand. You make absolutely valid points throughout and I in no way disagree with much of what you mentioned,* Fel conceded with a quick series of her own gestures once the brunt of the reprimand had been delivered.

However, it didn't stop the frustration that bubbled within her regarding the matter. Yes, she understood it was dangerous and foolish and she was very likely more than ill-prepared even with Noah and Vincens accompanying her, but those things aside it was still necessary for her to do. How could she explain to one of her closest friends that despite being entirely cognizant of the risks, the reward presented was so much greater and absolutely worth every life-threatening incident she was very likely to encounter on this trek?

Exactly like that was probably the most logical answer there, but still no response came immediately. Fel ruminated for many moments longer, rationality and emotion waging an unusual war within her mind while her features contorted accordingly. Usually, almost always, it was the former that prevailed in her everyday life, but wherein Senja was involved it was then that the latter always seemed determined to put up a fight.

*Vincens is a man well-versed in both courtly etiquette as well as the Protocol in which the Blood so function upon. He served as a Master of the Guard for Cotaine Province for years and while he bears jewels no longer and is not necessarily adequate for psychic or Craft-wise protection, as you mentioned, I feel that he's still a valuable asset in dealing with interpersonal matters. Social matters.*

There was also Noah, of course, and Fel considered his assistance just as important with his valuable skill-set. But, given Harmonie's extremely clear doubt and skepticism on Felicite's sense of planning for this whole thing, she didn't actually feel that was going to benefit her attempt at refuting anything, so she just left that out.

*I have reason to believe that Amandine didn't simply go into hiding so much as she did acclimate herself within a new home, and it stood to reason that perhaps Dena Nehele would be the best place to start. They bear the most similar customs and heritage to Chaillot and she'd stick out much less than if she traveled to... oh I don't know... Pruul or Shalador or the long-lived Territories. That being the case, I had done some research regarding resources in that Territory. My brother has expanded our family's mercantile business to those shores and he has allies there. As well as rumors I've heard that bespeak of... guilds? Groups that provide certain services in exchange for payment. My thought was to hire one or two of those types to enable both in protection and more appropriate information gathering.*

While she wasn't petulant in her air, there was certainly a somewhat definitive manner in which she'd signed out her response. It hadn't just been some wily-nily venture without any forethought, as she was now somewhat determined to prove to her friend. Granted, it wasn't much, but it was some and it had potential to be expounded upon.

*There is not a designated time frame in which the contract with Odette has to be fulfilled, which was intentional. It allows for as much time as is needed to both plan out this course of action as well as enact it without fearing the potential for foul-play or being double-crossed. The binding terms meant to keep her in line as much as they are to ensure I succeed. I don't discount the dangers involved, you know I don't. I've witnessed firsthand how deadly your kind can be and for even the most seemingly mundane of slights, but... it's necessary for me to pursue regardless.

Senja's safety and eventual freedom is paramount to me and worth absolutely every risk I'll be taking on this journey. Risks I'd just as soon take for my projects and my work at the Institute.*


The two things most-important in the world to the Landen, of course: Science and Senja.

*I'm entirely open and amenable to any ideas or additional suggestions you'd have on the matter, even if that was not my intent for visiting this day. You are wise and have much more experience navigating such waters than myself, so I would take anything you have to say to heart one-hundred percent.*

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #7 on: Apr 25, 18, 04:21:15 PM »
The taste of irritation thickened the air and Harmonie slipped a Yellow shield about her senses to distance herself from the discomfort of Felicite’s unbound emotion. The Healer was forever fascinated by the open, fragile nature of the people who made up the vast majority of the population in all the Realms and their Territories. Perhaps it was not so bad for ones feelings to roll off into the breeze like a dandelion’s puff in Summer when no one around you had the senses to taste their subtleties in the wind, but Fel? Fel bore the added burden of wearing her heart and its every nuance on her face clear as the written word.

She waited patiently whilst the Craftless scientist (honestly how she got anything accomplished often perplexed Harmonie and wowed her with Landen ingenuity) wrestled with her thoughts and desires that clashed against the many flawed pieces of her friend’s plan. It was a mark of her disciplined etiquette that Harmonie did not outright laugh at the suggestion that a Warlord was best suited to helping Fel navigate the strange political waters of other nations. Her expression remained neutral and attentive.

Of course Madame Veilleux didn’t understand how subtly, but critically protocol shifted across borders. Of course she’d have no reason to understand that she was attributing a job for a Jeweled Prince of specific, carefully honed skills to a broken Jeweled Lord whose caste didn’t even allow him to learn the Craft Felicite’s quest would so desperately require. A Blood Male would’ve been a better choice. The only worse possible man for the job would’ve been a Warlord Prince. Vicens’s title had War as its prefix for Night’s sake. What exactly did they teach in Landen schools? Harm made a mental note to look into what it would take to start a pilot program in protocol education for Landens in a few of their local academies. 

Only when the other student of the world’s natural laws stated plainly that further input from Harm would be not only welcome, but appreciated, did the Healer respond with something other than a nod of understanding. In truth, relief had taken the place of her sea of worry when Felicite announced that the first stop on her potentially pointless journey was to be Dena Nehele. Lady Garland felt the choice to be a serendipitous one as just a week earlier she’d received invitation (or was it solicitation) to aid in assisting the Territory of Queen Killers and criminals in building something of a Healing infrastructure to the nation so desperate for witch’s of her soul’s persuasions. Harm had been meaning to accept and set a date for travel that worked with Felixe’s plans, and now there was no reason to procrastinate.

*I happen to have upcoming business in Dena Nehele I’ve yet to schedule. Felixe and I will serve as your protection and guides through the cutthroat land. I would caution against trusting the Guilds, rumor is they’re all in the pocket of some unsavory character or another and my family’s pull does not extend far enough to make sure our dealings would have satisfactory ends. When do you think you and Vincens would like to leave? The plan isn’t going to get better, or less dangerous if it remains nebulous. What’s more is that many contracts like the one you signed can have...unfortunate side effects for those who dally too long in pursuing their agreed upon duty - even if there’s no specified timeline. Contract magics are funny, old things and the Darkness does not like to be cheated when it comes to these matters.*

Offline Felicite Veilleux

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #8 on: Apr 26, 18, 09:48:06 AM »
Did Fel regret meeting Senja and subsequently the riptide of emotion that had eventually progressed within herself at being ensconced with such a person for such a long time? No, of course not. But that didn't mean she always appreciated when it decided to rear its head at incredibly inappropriate points in time. She used to be much better at compartmentalizing these things. It was infinitely easier when she was just the quirky and generally-ostracized Wilder scientist who people sort of avoided or smiled and nodded at just so she'd shut up. Then again, most of the time she was still able to be that person with excellent success; she would never not be that person, she was certain.

Except, it seemed, in moments like this where the emotion was dragged up despite the much more dire need for logic. Thankfully, she was at least able to contain them to the circumstances that involved her Priestess Queen and they didn't usually extend to other matters. She had yet to master the balancing of those attributes and it proved frustrating task, but she seemed to settle further once her own answer had been gotten out of her system.

On the one hand, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was the right course of action and she would argue that to the ends of the Realms to anyone who'd protest. There was no other way around it if she ever wanted any grasping hope at her love's freedom. Conversely, that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't privy to the flaws in the design of it. Her ego and pride had never been fragile, sensitive things and she was always more than open to suggestions for improvement - especially in matters where her spectrum of knowledge wasn't going to serve her best.

So even while the frustration at the lack of understanding simmered beneath her skin and she tried desperately to not fall into her habit of anxious fidgeting, Fel remained silent and agreeable, her eyes fixated on the movement of Harmonie's hands when the Healer eventually responded. She'd never have any idea of the other woman's thoughts on the matter beyond what she indicated in conversation, but she was sure enough that they were likely not positive things and she simply had enough sense to just never ask. Instead, she took a couple breaths and nodded when the next bout of response reached its end. It wasn't the suggestion she'd remotely been expecting, but it was one that she had no issue finding to be welcome.

*Under normal circumstances you know very well I would never impose upon you or Felixe in any such way, but if it is as you said and you already have business that way? Then you and your brother's company and knowledge would be a boon of which I could never possibly repay either of you for providing, though I will definitely be doing anything within my power to try.* A very roundabout 'thank you' to be sure, but made all the more sincere by the emphasis of her nodding along with her quickly emoted response.

Regarding the guilds? Fel had no doubt that Harmonie was correct there, but she felt that their mission was ambiguous enough in nature that hiring one of those types - whether or not they were in some greater force's pocket or not - would have still been more help than hindrance. So she didn't offer additional commentary on that, instead pushing forward with the rest.

*We were considering departing within the next week but no later than the next two. I understand that loitering on the matter wouldn't be advised, so you're not incorrect on that.*

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Re: she blinded me with science
« Reply #9 on: May 01, 18, 07:59:31 PM »
The deal was done. Harmonie had given her word that she and Felixe (who’d be as thrilled for the voyage as he was furious about his being voluntold about his presene upon it) would serve as protection for a wayward landen pursuing a lost, Dark Jeweled witch who in all likelihood didn’t want to be found. She paid attention best she could to her colleagues many, slightly embarrassed, thanks and made gestures of understanding where it was necessary to avoid being rude.

“*This is short notice, and I know Felixe has promised to visit Aceline at Court next week. Subsequently I’ll need the two in order to be ready. I simply can’t do sooner.*” At that, Harmonie’s gaze fell upon the plants by which she’d been absorbed before Felicite’s sudden intrusion on her afternoon. While she was glad she was going to be able to help her friend, she couldn’t help resent the trouble it was already going to bring. There was packing, planning, and arranging of carriages to be done. The latter of which was made all the more difficult because whilst it was easy for the Blood to ride the winds in a carriage, few drivers cared to ride them in a manner sensitive to Landen frailties. It would be easy enough to pull it all together, but Harmonie couldn’t help feel a twinge of regret about all her personal studies that would be put on hold for the trip.

The Healer told herself it was good work, and work she’d intended to do anyhow after receiving word from the Lady Ji Yoon Moon in Chaillot. Biting her lip, Harm looked from pea plants to her peculiar scientist friend before nodding decisively. “*I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave now, Fel. I’ve got quite a lot of planning to do and a fundraiser to convince my mother to take on herself. It will all be done in good time, but given that good time isn’t something we have in abundance before we leave I think it’s best to get started right away.*

Vanishing her journal, bound in pale green leather, Harmonie called in another notebook - this one a shade of Yellow made to match her Birthright along with a quill pen made of a peacock feather. Hastily she began scribbling lists. There was a list of items to pack, another for preparations to be made, and another still for people she’d need to contact before their unwise adventure into foreign lands began. As she wrote, Lady Garland saw Mme. Veilleux to the door of her greenhouse and through the gardens. “*Lyon will see you home, or wherever it is you need to be next. I’m sorry for rushing you out, but I’ve quite the schedule to rearrange and I’m sure you understand my need to see it all properly tended before we’re off.*”

As if summoned, for he had been, the Garland’s chauffer pulled up before the Healer and the Scientist. Lyon hopped from his place at the carriage front to offer his hand to Felicite so she might rise into the safety of its cab like the lady of means she was. Before they were on their way to the landing web for takeoff, Harmonie was already headed at a pace that was only barely slow enough to still be considered walking towards the main house of the estate.