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*Yrael wanders into the bar from the back corridor, dressed all in white. He carries with him his violin, and on a whim brought his recorder with him, as well. He makes his way to the comfortable chair on the left side of the fire and sits down, setting his recorder down on the table beside the chair. Placing the violin to his shoulder, he pauses a moment to decide what to play. He begins playing a light, lilting dance, the melody all glinting sunlight and new leaves, turning in a warm spring breeze.*

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"If you insist, then." To the bar, pondering.

"... Two of those Atomic Cats, then."

*Yrael hands Svava one of the highball glasses that appear on the Bar, taking one for himself. He sips his drink.*

And I do insist.

*He holds his drink up to the light.* How have you been?

"I've been... thinking." She nods, and takes a taste of the Atomic Cat, then blinks, looking at the drink for a moment.

"And talking to people."

*He smiles.* It has an interesting taste, does it not? I find I quite like it.

Who all have you been talking to?

"It certainly is interesting." She's still trying to decide if she likes it or not.

"Well... Have you seen Hannibal lately?" Vaguely amused.

*He smiles.* Indeed, I have. He accuses me of making him yawn.

*He sounds amused.* Did his shape startle you?

"Hm. Less than the one before it." A bit of a mutter, rolling her eyes, and another sip of her drink.

"Though it did prompt me to figure out some runes to identify someone, even if they're in another shape."

Oh? I admit knowing only as much about Runes as I could glean from a moment's perusal of Archie's notes on the subject. How would you use Runes to find out who someone is, in a situation like that?

In the Charter, we have our own way, but... *he smiles*... I am always curious.

"I'm sure you do." Svava chuckles, then begins writing with a fingertip on the bar.

"It works if you suspect who it is already, and you know their name. Not a... True Name, but one close to it. I know Mister Doctor Hannibal Lecter, and that works for this. The runes... they see if who it is matches the name you give. If the person does, you see it."

*Yrael holds down a hand to Edielweiss, who had followed them over to the bar. She gingerly climbs up his shirt sleeve to his shoulder, where she perches, enjoying the higher view.*

We have something not altogether different, in the Charter. But it is dependant on a ceremony near the time of birth.

"What you did for Edielwiess, yes?" Svava nods. "This... isn't as much. Its not long lasting, or any sort of blessing. Just a spell to see if someone's shape is different."

*Yrael lightly touches a finger to Edielweiss' forehead, making the young cat go cross-eyed for a second. There is a bright flash of white light.*

The Charter baptism is mainly for protection, and also a way of identifying a person. It lets others know that they are well, physically and spiritually, and are who they say they are.

Svava nods, watching, and reaches to give Edielwiess a quick petting. "She's grown so much since then, hasn't she?"

"Hm. My spell just tells me who someone is; I'm not sure I was up to being leered at by giant plants, or eyed by dagger-toothed lions anymore."

*He smirks over the top of his drink, keeping it just out of Edielweiss' curious pawreach.*

*mock-serious* What about housecats? Can they still eye you?

She laughs, and gives Yrael a look. "Oh, they can. But usually such eyeing is because they want food or drink."

*The smirk fades, leaving him appearing saddened.* You hurt me, Svava. You hurt me deep. To insinuate that such noble creatures would do such a self-serving thing.

"I'm not insinuating, Yrael. I think I know cats well, even for someone who's never been one." A smug smile, and she sips her drink.

*He puts a hand to his chest, eyes wide.* Oh, so it is not even insinuation. It is accusation. Well, then...

*The offended look fades into a smirk.* ...I have to concede.

She laughs, setting down her drink. "What, and you haven't been the one teaching Edielwiess those tricks?"

*Yrael sips his drink, looks over at Edielweiss and shakes his head.*

I have not been the one teaching to you to get food and drink from gulible humans, right?

*Edielweiss rubs up against his ear, purring an obvious affirmative.* Of course you have, silly. Don't you remember?

*Yrael looks amusedly put out.* Next thing to teach her is how to pretend something.

Svava snickers, and sips her drink.

*He chuckles.* I am sure she shall learn that just as fast as she has learned everything else.

Not that I have been teaching her, you understand.

"Oh, I understand." Svava nods, smiling innocently. "Quite fine, indeed."

*He grins over the top of his drink.* Just making sure, of course. Do not want any confusion.

"No confusion indeed." A chuckle, shaking her head, and she finishes her drink.