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[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

And Lo, there is, again, the same (un)loved pale girl, with her books, notes, and drawing pad. And of course, she must be again plotting terror and woe.

Or just reading and studying while inspiration does not strike for today's drawing session. One or the other.

[New PB, same pup. No, her looks did not change, just I decided she needed a human face.]

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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon."

Someone familiar settles into a nearby booth, dropping a considerable amount of books on the table and flagging a rat for tea.

It's going to be a wonderful afternoon.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon." What, Ravin, being polite? Shocking.

She tilts head at a bit of text, and scribbles down something, muttering words in a strange language.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"What language are you speaking?"

Come on, you saw it coming.

"Are you fluent in many?"

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Elfic. Yeah, have to be to study grimoires." Ravin nods, closing the book and reaching for another. "The best ones are written in draconic, but dragons don't teach their language to others."

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Dragons tend to record in Latin. Well, in the older texts, where I can from. When they record."

Which is rarely. Or rather, rarely when he can get his hands on them.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Dragons in your world. In my world, they write magic in magical tomes that can resist anything but their own fire. If you manage to become a dragon-friend, or to kill one and capture its soul, you can read the book as if it were in your language." She takes a small tome, flipping thru the pages until she finds a drawing of what seems to be a ritual circle.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I don't think that's necessarily a good thing. It cannot be condusive to good relations between the dragons and other species, if their lives are forfeit in the quest for knowledge. And, simultaneously, power, which far more ruthless souls seek."

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Never said it was a good thing, or that I plan to do it." She did not, true. Telemain should not assume things about Ravin.

Shame on him.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Of course I wasn't implying that. Just that the system was fundamentally flawed."

He wouldn't suspect her of something like that.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Why? Some people do think the reward is worth the price, some people do not care about anything but power." A couple more notes, and she closes the second book, looking over her notes.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"It puts the dragons in jeopardy."

Dragons are... are something grand.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"They do not care even about themselves, Telemain. They do not care." Ravin still does.

A bit, at least.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

A slow, deep intake of breath.


That's not... no.

That's not how things should be.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

"would you like a soda, or should i see if the bar can get you some blood?" came a question over her shoulder.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

And she looks over her shoulder. "Diet Soda. And Paradoxes, those I can eat." Not taking the offer for blood seriously.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said," here i already had the soda.'

He handed her the soda, it wasn't diet but he had gotten it for her. He launched himself off in the direction of the bar and came back with the paradoxes and a plateful of tacos.

He looked at the paradoxes.
"What are they?" he asked.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"They taste and scent like whatever you prefer them to be." She takes one, and no, Peter does not wnat to know what they taste like for her. "Sit." As polite an invite as she can do.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

He sits down and just looks at her, not wanting to know what they tasted like to her if that was the case. He started to munch on his tacos.

"So," he said between bites," What are you up to?"

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Magic. Creating a couple new spells." A sup of soda. "Or improving old ones." A pause to flex her hand, long hours of writing make even the half-undead cramp.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

Peter watched her.

"So," he said, "your studying."

He wanted to grab her hand for some reason.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

There is his chance, she rests both hands on the table. "Yeah. Had nothing better to do." Killing time, is the right way of saying it. "So I started re-writing magic."

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't have done that, mainly because she scared him.

"Sounds like fun," he looked at her an eyebrow cocked,"Who was the undead, you dad or your mom?"

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"Dad. He is a Lich. Never knew my mother." Ravin shakes head. "Can only tell she was a living being, because I am alive enough to qualify as one." Scared? Ravin?

But she is NICE!

Or can be, when she bothers with it. Once a century.

[angsty-spider.livejournal.com]

"How did that work," he said, getting a strange look on his face, " I mean does he ever talk about her?"

He was scarfing his food now.

[lichvell-r.livejournal.com]

"How a guy with a mummified body managed to impregnate a woman? I have nightmares about the possibilities, and think about it as little as possible." Ravin makes a face, eating her snacks slowly. "He never talked about her, and I never asked. No portraits, nodody that knew her, nothing."