The tower library was nearly set up the way he wanted it. Grandfather’s monstrous desk – now his in truth – was covered with the simple magical implements that Tevene mages might test their children with. Elemental samples in glass dishes but the budding transmuter or artillerist. A bound wisp in a lantern, a mildly enchanted double edged dagger, a box of good candles. Salt and chalk. A full skeleton of desiccated mouse bones in a match box.
A calinic cat kneading in a blanket and a potted pothos, for harmless tests that might require a living target. If somehow Miss Jolfy had an affinity for blood magic, he’d have to offer up an arm. Wouldn’t that be surprising?
That she’d sent a card back and accepted his invitation, had been interesting in itself. Mal’s interest had been rather transparent, and although Tiberius was engaged to be married soon … Well, Orlesian society wouldn’t look well on it, an unwed lady visiting a man without a proper chaperone. Here, magic was valued more highly than sex or purity – but perhaps he should have invited his mother to sit in?
No, that wouldn’t do. No one would enjoy that at all. A footman arrived to let him know his guest had arrived, and Tiberius took himself off to retrieve her personally.
She looked well, sitting in the foyer with a slightly overawed expression on her face. Dressed for work – unusual, as Tiberius knew few ladies who would attend a social visit without a full costume change. He had dressed down himself, an insignialess version of his House guard’s uniform. Navy with copper piping, and well tailored, but slightly anonymous in these environs.
There was a good chance uncontrolled magic would do damage to clothing. It wasn’t worth risking anything nice.
“Miss Jolfy, allow me to welcome you to my home. If I recall correctly, your field is botany? Let’s take a stroll around the poison garden before we get to work.”
@Ophelia Jolfy
A calinic cat kneading in a blanket and a potted pothos, for harmless tests that might require a living target. If somehow Miss Jolfy had an affinity for blood magic, he’d have to offer up an arm. Wouldn’t that be surprising?
That she’d sent a card back and accepted his invitation, had been interesting in itself. Mal’s interest had been rather transparent, and although Tiberius was engaged to be married soon … Well, Orlesian society wouldn’t look well on it, an unwed lady visiting a man without a proper chaperone. Here, magic was valued more highly than sex or purity – but perhaps he should have invited his mother to sit in?
No, that wouldn’t do. No one would enjoy that at all. A footman arrived to let him know his guest had arrived, and Tiberius took himself off to retrieve her personally.
She looked well, sitting in the foyer with a slightly overawed expression on her face. Dressed for work – unusual, as Tiberius knew few ladies who would attend a social visit without a full costume change. He had dressed down himself, an insignialess version of his House guard’s uniform. Navy with copper piping, and well tailored, but slightly anonymous in these environs.
There was a good chance uncontrolled magic would do damage to clothing. It wasn’t worth risking anything nice.
“Miss Jolfy, allow me to welcome you to my home. If I recall correctly, your field is botany? Let’s take a stroll around the poison garden before we get to work.”
@Ophelia Jolfy
07-21-2024, 08:37 PM
