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[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

There's an inkstained gentleman, writing furiously in a booth. His fingers have ink on them, his hand has ink on it where it's been brushing the page, his shirt cuff has ink on it where it's been dragged. His forehead has ink on it where black fingers pushed hair out of his face.

He hasn't eaten because he's been writing and he looks incredibly excited to be nearly finished-- not even nearly-- here. We. Are.

Yes.

Telemain puts down the pen with a triumphant 'hah' and straightens up for an immediate head rush from sitting one way too long. He looks like he's about to die, possibly. But! He'll die happy.

First things first, the waitrat is flagged for more tea. Someone tell him to take a breath and eat something, for heaven's sake.

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[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

And when the rat comes back, it also has food. It's a fairly large plate, like whoever sent it knows Telemain probably hasn't eaten in a while.
Morwen knows the signs of overwork when she sees them.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Morwen or Ravin?"

One of the two, anyways. Telemain looks (somewhat blearily) around to spot which.

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

She's at a nearby table, watching for his reaction.
"Oh, so you've found someone else to make sure you take care of yourself?

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Do I exude helplessness?"

He stands, gathering his papers, in order to make his way over.

"I must ask. Or is there some grand femenine conspiracy?"

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

"I don't think it's helplessness so much as burying yourself in your work. I doubt there's a conspiracy."
At least, she hasn't heard anything about one.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"But it's finished!"

Sidetrack!

The sheaf of papers is deposited neatly on the table in front of her, in Telemain's neatest script.

"The first draft."

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

She eyes the stack of paper as much as she feels necessary. "Congratulations. How long did it take?"

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Oh, some time."

No idea.

"On and off the past-- some-- days. I've been resting, to keep it more legible."

Telemain's definition thereof.

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

"Only to keep it more legible?"

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

He takes this question at face value.

"That is an important factor, you know, if I plan to distribute it in any way, rather than simply for my own purposes. Which I do, in this case."

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

"It is important. But so is making sure you can still think clearly enough to write."
Which, yes, includes rest. But it also includes food, and she knows him well enough to suspect he hasn't eaten enough while he's been working.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes."

Speaking of which, he immediately tucks into that, now that he recalls the plate is there. He is famished.

"Thank you, Morwen."

[ofthisnonsense.livejournal.com]

"Of course."
There's a hint of fond exasperation to her tone, but only a hint. If he didn't work nearly to exhaustion he wouldn't be Telemain.

[will_scarlett]

Will notices Telemain working and has just come inside after enjoying the lovely weather and practicing sword forms and bows, peering at all the papers,

"What are ye workin' on, sir?"

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I have finished the first draft of my paper. The one discussing the nature of magic. More questions are left unanswered than I would like, but hopefully publication will invite further research on others parts."

He grins at Will, a touch belatedly. A bit spacey.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, sir, would ye join me for a bite o'somethin', just come in from me trainin' an 'avena ordered yet,"

The spacey is noticed and Will's going to deal with that since he understood most of the words Telemain said, but writing papers is not within his scope.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Why, yes please."

His smile turns pleased. He could eat.

Now that it's done.

"I missed breakfast."

He doesn't know it's passed lunch.

[will_scarlett]

Will just grins again, "Aye, an lunch too, sir, what would ye like?"

Then settles himself down in a seat curious to see what Telemain will order.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Aaaah- whatever fowl they're hunting now- the seasonal thing."

Bar interprets this as chicken. Basically, Telemain pays no heed to such trivial matters as food. Which is why vegetables and bread will be provided too.

[will_scarlett]

The chicken Bar provides get an even bigger grin from Will since he tends to pay attention to food, not always having it will do that for you,

"'ow 'ave ye fared, sir, 'avena seen ye 'bout?"

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I've been well. Extraordinarily busy."

Happiness comes in equal proportions.

"What about you, Will?"

[will_scarlett]

Will opens his mouth and stops again, he seems to have such a strange balance of horrible things on the home side of his door and lovely here and isn't really sure the best way to explain it,

"Well 'nough, sir."

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad. If there's anything I can do to improve on it, do say. Share dinner, at least.

I am hungry."

He's just realized it.

[will_scarlett]

"Thank ye, sir,"

Food is always good for covering uncertainity in what to say and Will's been outside with his sword all day, figuring out going back home and what to tell Molly before he leaves.

[not-a-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Tell me some of the goings ons."

He's sure there's been some.