Meg watched the colour rising in his face, her smile widening as it reached the tip of his ears. Still, she pouted at their parting, but knew it would be short-lived. Crossing the mess, she’d head to the dwarves, introducing herself with a smile and a friendly shake of hands before sliding into a chair.
She was quick to get to the meat of the matter, the engine, asking if she could look at the schematics, designs, anything that would help her make sense of the mechanism that kept Nairn walking and talking. The sudden hush though had the three exchange glances before they all turned towards Nairn speaking with John-Marc. Tension squared her shoulders, focus entirely on the exchange she couldn’t quite hear, yet reading it as best she could from the two’s demeanour.
Meg began pooling her magic instinctively, sensing the elements she could influence and then quickly dismissed it once realised. While she was confident in her abilities, the old mage had decades more experience, though he lacked Megara’s counterpart.
[color=#cccccc]You don’t trust him. [/color]
[color=#008e02]Nope. Never have. Bertie told me some stories, said they were child's play compared to what he is capable of. He gives me the heebie jeebies. [/color]
[color=#cccccc]The dwarves are talking again. I will maintain vigilance, rest assured, Da’len. [/color]
Blinking, Meg would apologise, asking them to repeat the last part before a roll of parchment was being unfurled by the excited engineer. Not long after, Nairn would return, her eyes glanced between the exchange, but narrowed slightly with her lover's dismissal of the old mage. They softened once he asked, brows shrugged. [color=#008e02]“Yeah, I got myself some homework first. Then I might have better questions than, ‘is he gonna cop it if I get handsy?.’” [/color]
The dwarves laughed, Meg grinned, flashing Nairn a wink. He’d make her pay for it later, but she was betting on it. She’d missed being the cause for the red hue against his fair hair.
She was quick to get to the meat of the matter, the engine, asking if she could look at the schematics, designs, anything that would help her make sense of the mechanism that kept Nairn walking and talking. The sudden hush though had the three exchange glances before they all turned towards Nairn speaking with John-Marc. Tension squared her shoulders, focus entirely on the exchange she couldn’t quite hear, yet reading it as best she could from the two’s demeanour.
Meg began pooling her magic instinctively, sensing the elements she could influence and then quickly dismissed it once realised. While she was confident in her abilities, the old mage had decades more experience, though he lacked Megara’s counterpart.
[color=#cccccc]You don’t trust him. [/color]
[color=#008e02]Nope. Never have. Bertie told me some stories, said they were child's play compared to what he is capable of. He gives me the heebie jeebies. [/color]
[color=#cccccc]The dwarves are talking again. I will maintain vigilance, rest assured, Da’len. [/color]
Blinking, Meg would apologise, asking them to repeat the last part before a roll of parchment was being unfurled by the excited engineer. Not long after, Nairn would return, her eyes glanced between the exchange, but narrowed slightly with her lover's dismissal of the old mage. They softened once he asked, brows shrugged. [color=#008e02]“Yeah, I got myself some homework first. Then I might have better questions than, ‘is he gonna cop it if I get handsy?.’” [/color]
The dwarves laughed, Meg grinned, flashing Nairn a wink. He’d make her pay for it later, but she was betting on it. She’d missed being the cause for the red hue against his fair hair.
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