The invitation had been extended after the whole thing with the Cat Cult and the night at the Archon's palace to meet with Mister Umbra directly -- of which she had been very excited at the time. Mal had taught her a bit, and she had been doing her best at trying to summon barriers, lighting her candles with thought and somatics instead of the box of matches, but the invitation on her next visit to Tevinter had been unexpected. She honestly hadn't expected the other mage, one of Malachai's friends, to remember her. Surely their evening hadn't been that remarkable a time for her to be of memory, but she had an invitation there. Proving her wrong.
So after her day with the scholars at the University, discussing the latest they had come up with on her research, their begging for her notebooks that belonged to the University in Oralis, she longed for company that was nicer, more familiar. And she was pretty certain that if Malachai had wanted to have her over for dinner, he would have sent an invite to her earlier than five in the afternoon. It wasn't seemly to invite someone out after hours, it made it seem like one was a second, or last thought, after not getting the response they wanted from a primary choice.
Lia had no care for primary, secondary, or tertiary choices, but she did know that Mister Umbra had extended the invite, Malachai had not, so she was going to be spending a nice evening with Tiberius and perhaps even learning a bit of magic in the mean time. As the carriage took her to the manor in question, her eyes grew large. Was Umbra one of their most established families? Maybe she should have done a little more research before stepping into the carriage of her own free will.
No. She assured herself. She was in Tevinter, she couldn't be used as a pawn here like she could back home. Here, she was just a scholar, visiting, and about to enjoy an evening with a new friend. She accepted help out of the lavash carriage, looking up at the house and wondering, faintly, where she had ever seen such opulence before in her life, and finding none, save the Palace. Invited inside, she waited where instructed, as the Master of the house was called -- her cloak and stole taken and secreted elsewhere, leaving her in her modest working dress, ink stained cuffs and all.
@Tiberius Umbra
So after her day with the scholars at the University, discussing the latest they had come up with on her research, their begging for her notebooks that belonged to the University in Oralis, she longed for company that was nicer, more familiar. And she was pretty certain that if Malachai had wanted to have her over for dinner, he would have sent an invite to her earlier than five in the afternoon. It wasn't seemly to invite someone out after hours, it made it seem like one was a second, or last thought, after not getting the response they wanted from a primary choice.
Lia had no care for primary, secondary, or tertiary choices, but she did know that Mister Umbra had extended the invite, Malachai had not, so she was going to be spending a nice evening with Tiberius and perhaps even learning a bit of magic in the mean time. As the carriage took her to the manor in question, her eyes grew large. Was Umbra one of their most established families? Maybe she should have done a little more research before stepping into the carriage of her own free will.
No. She assured herself. She was in Tevinter, she couldn't be used as a pawn here like she could back home. Here, she was just a scholar, visiting, and about to enjoy an evening with a new friend. She accepted help out of the lavash carriage, looking up at the house and wondering, faintly, where she had ever seen such opulence before in her life, and finding none, save the Palace. Invited inside, she waited where instructed, as the Master of the house was called -- her cloak and stole taken and secreted elsewhere, leaving her in her modest working dress, ink stained cuffs and all.
Thank you so much, I'll wait, just here then, for Master Umbra?Her seat taken, she let her eyes wander happily over the furnishings, keeping herself occupied as she waited, excitement trickling into her that she might get a lesson out of the evening.
@Tiberius Umbra
07-13-2024, 04:09 PM
