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[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen, dressed in brown leathers over a purple and grey set of mage robes, is out back with Liranan, tossing a frisbee that he leaps to catch, then bounds to return to her.

Her staff and her sword are strapped across her back, and there is something that might be a fancy picnic lunch tucked up against a rock. Compared to the Frostbacks this is pretty balmy, and being able to be outside without worrying about wyvern attacks is a nice change of pace from where they're currently traveling at home.

They're going to be out here for quite some time.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze was out doing forms--forwards, backwards, and starting in the middle, like Logan encouraged him to do--but now he's heading back to the bar, spotting Ysalwen and her pupper on the way. He waves cheerfully, staff bouncing on his back with the excess motion.

"Hoi, Ysalwen! And Liranan, too! May the Force of others be with you! Playing with a flying disc?"

(OOC: Baze will aim to avoid the trifecta and not be awkward with all of your awesome pups!)

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen pauses just before throwing the frisbee again, waving with her free hand.

"Well met, Baze! Were you out training? Or just enjoying the day?"

[iprotectyou]

Sweat beads at his temples and runs down his back, plastering his jumpsuit to his skin. He approaches cheerfully, grounding his staff and reaching a hand out for Liranan.

"I was training, yeah. I'm doing staff forms forwards, backwards, and starting in the middle, like Logan encouraged me to do. Have you been out here long?"

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan yips cheerfully, bounding up to lick Baze's hand, then turning expectantly to Ysa, waiting for her to throw the toy!

"Logan? I don't think I've met him. He's a teacher, then, I take it?"

She'll get to Baze's question in a minute.

[iprotectyou]

"Noooot exactly," Baze says, giving Liranan scritches, and then letting him beg Ysalwen for the toy.

"He's a brusque man, and X's brother. He's gruff, and a little rough around the edges, but he's agreed to train me, and I'm happy to learn. I don't know if he's a teacher in his world or not; we haven't talked a lot about things other than moonshine and hand-to-hand forms."

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen laughs, quick and bright.

"Well, those are certainly two very different topics of discussion."

[iprotectyou]

"They are! He's not one-dimensional, I'll give him that," Baze says, secretly thinking Logan cuddles teddy bears when he goes to sleep at night.

What?

"He warned me that some people don't like to learn from him, but if I could take his teaching style, he'd be willing to teach. X coaches baseball teams of children; I wouldn't be surprised if Logan had something like that tucked away in his world."

[freedom_is_grey]

"I suppose it takes all kinds," she says, still laughing.

"How many lessons have you had with him so far?"

[iprotectyou]

"Just one, but it was a good one. Made me rethink all of what I was doing, as a good teacher should," Baze says, leaning against his staff.

"He told me to do my forms backwards. I'd never thought to do that before. Now I'm learning how to perform them just as well as I do forwards, which is an interesting challenge."

[nerves_of_ice]

From deeper in the forest, an occasional CRACK can be heard. There's no particular pattern, unless you're familiar with the sounds of someone sighting in a new rifle.

(Or in this case, an old one that had needed some repair and reassembly.)

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysa isn't particularly familiar with this sound, but Liranan can smell something familiar on the breeze, once it changes direction.

He howls, wild and joyful, and then leaves off the game and moves in that direction.

He does not stop howling. That is how you get shot by friends!

Ysalwen sighs, lifts her hand and fires a bolt of flame way up into the sky, and follows after.

[nerves_of_ice]

The approaching howl's a clear signal, enough so that he's left off firing and risen to his feet by the time Liranan reaches the clearing.

"Hey, boy."

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan dances around James' feet, tail wagging a mile a minute. Hello, James. Hello, hi! He found you!

Ysalwen emerges from the brush a few moments after, pulling a few stray twigs and leaves from her hair, and smiling ruefully.

"Everything is an adventure with mabari, no? Hello, James. I'm sorry to interrupt your -- practice, was it?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He leans down to ruffle Liranan's ears, and nods a greeting to Ysalwen.

"Hi. You're not interrupting. I was just sighting in a rifle. Same principle as with a crossbow."

[freedom_is_grey]

"Louder, though, I think."

She laughs quietly, but it fades.

"Is this new technology you found in the bar, or are you getting ready for something?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not new, no. It's from my world."

He straightens, studying her carefully as her laughter fades.

"I'm -- no. Just... being prepared. "

[freedom_is_grey]

"Well, that's sensible."

She smiles again, a little softer this time.

"Sorry, I seem to spend a lot of time worrying these days."

[archmagetrust]

Khadgar is out to enjoy the fresh air, taking a break from a few projects he has going on indoors. It's nippy but far warmer than Frostfire Ridge so the enchantments on his robes are keeping him comfortable.

The dog's bounding catches his attention. He's a large beast, bigger even than the Gilnean hounds, and realizing he's probably there to protect the woman Khadgar calls out before he can startle either of them. "Hail, madame, may I pass or should I go around?"

Her staff also earns a curious look because he hasn't met any other mages here yet. (He thinks of Sunshine as more an apprentice than full fledged mage.)

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen looks over and up, and maybe it's then that Khadgar can see the spiraling tattoo covering the upper portion of the right side of her face. She smiles, quick and bright.

"If we're going by titles, it's Warden-Commander, but Ysalwen will do. No one's going to attack you here, we're just playing fetch, Liranan and I."

[archmagetrust]

The tattoo is interesting but not at all unusual to see on an elf. Though she looks rather more like a high elf than the night elves that favor such markings.

"Well met, Ysalwen," he says with a smile, continuing his approach until he doesn't have to raise his voice quite so much. "I am Archmage Khadgar of Azeroth, though Khadgar is fine." Since she mentioned her title it's only polite to say his own. "I thought it wise to ask before crossing the path of such an enormous dog."

He offers a glove covered palm to introduce himself to Liranan. "You are a most impressive animal."

[freedom_is_grey]

Liranan yips, tail wagging excitedly. He is a good boy!

"Khadgar it is. And -- Liranan's only fierce in my defense. As long as you mean me no harm, it's fine."

She grins, quick and bright.

"Is Azeroth a country, or a world, or a city of some kind?"

[archmagetrust]

He definitely means her no harm. He'll offer to pet Liranan if he's interested.

"A world." His smile is wry. "I could be more specific but I doubt Dalaran, Kirin Tor, or Council of Six means anything to you."

[freedom_is_grey]

"No more than Ferelden, Thedas, and Grey Wardens would mean anything to you."

She laughs very quietly, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Though knowing it's a world does give me some bit of a sense of scale, so thank you for that."

[archmagetrust]

"It is my pleasure," he says with a slight bow. "I'm rather fond of learning new things myself and Milliways has no shortage of knowledge."

He's still enamoured with the library here.

"Is Ferelden or Thedas your world?"

[freedom_is_grey]

The library here is amazing, it is one of Ysa's favorite places!

"Thedas is the continent, my world itself has no name. Ferelden is my country, for what that's worth. Amaranthine is the city where I live. She's a seaport, with a lot of rainy weather."