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Iris wanders downstairs and collapses in a chair by the bar, yawning. "Madam, may I have some breadfruit toast and butterflies?" she asks, sleepily. There is a momentary pause and a plate of toast with butter appears. Iris looks a bit surprised, but shrugs. "Thank you madam." she replies as she begins eating her brunch. She pulls out a book and begins reading.

[Summary Fun: Iris meets Serena. Usual introduction stuff: place of origin, bound status, ect. Discuss death and the punny idiocy that is Xanth. Millichannel chaps...you are my heroes...much luv]

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Perched on a nearby stool, the hooded figure sips a red drink that scents of herbs. A glance to Iris may be guessed from the way the hood moves. Also, a nod.

Iris glances up from her book and smiles at the figure. She closes her book and orders a cup of tea from the bar. It appears on a saucer. "Thank you, madam." she replies.

"good evening" A soft, low and wispy voice.

(because, you know, Serena has no problems with the sun... nope nope nope *s*)

"Hello," Iris replies. "I do not believe we have met. I am the Sorceress Iris." she says, smiling warmly.

"I am Serena." Oh, an east european accent. "a simple scholar."

Iris nods and sips her tea. "What brings you here, madam?" she asks.

"an accident, or an incident, depending on who tells an account of the facts." The glass with the red liquid moves halfway into the shadows of the hood, and returns empty.

Iris smirks, "That is unfortunate." she replies.

"What world are you from?" she asks, curious.

"Earth. more specifically, the city of Prague, situated on the Vltava river in Central Bohemia, 1141 Anno Domini"

"Earth." Iris repeats, nodding. She understands where that is. "And what did you do before you came here?" she asks, sipping her tea.

"I studied under Master Garinol, and assisted one Christof Romuald in his works against several forces who would set Europe ablaze with disastrous war."

Iris nodded. "A noble cause, to be sure." she replies. "My world is in the midst of war, currently."

"noble, or foolish? for the cause was of war as well, claimed many lives, brought about his demise, and simply delayed a final confrontation..." A new full glass appears on the counter. "but a noble soul has to seek noble causes, its not right?"

"I agree." Iris replies as she places her cup back on its saucer. "So, how long have you been at Milliways?" she ask politely.

[OOC:mun fleeing for about 20 min. sorry.]

"I came here for the first time only a few nights ago." The glass moves into the shadows of the hood, and returns half-empty. "you?"

(np! just set slowtime)

"I have been comming here for a few weeks." she replies. "I have just recently been bound, however." she added.

"bound. you mean you can not leave?" Keen interest...

Iris nods, "Yes, I cannot leave the bar without being freed." she replies. "Which will eventually happen, I am assured." adds.

"I see..." Nods, slowly, pondering things...

"Can you leave the bar, Serena?" she asks, interested.

"yes, I discovered that my Walk the Abyss spell will indeed take me back to the library in the Old Town of Prague."

"That is fortunate. You do magic then?" she asked, now curious.

"yes I do. most of it is spellcraft, formula and ritual. but it works very well. even in other worlds."

"That is fascinating. I am unable to perform various types of magic, myself. I am limited to my specialty." she explains. "Many people here do magic. I find it all very interesting, the various types, I mean."

"what is your speciality?"

"Illusion," she answers simply, sipping her tea.

"I studied it. but did not actually learn it. can be most useful..." Sincere tone.

"I find it so." she agrees. "What did you study primarily?" she asks.

"necromancy." Lowercase 'n', as in the knowledge and ritual.

"Hmmm. Very interesting." she answers. "I do not believe there is anyone in Xanth with that particular magical talent." she adds. "What all does that entail?" she asks.

"awakening and controlling the dead, summoning and controlling ghosts, and a general knowledge of death."

"That would explain why there is no one with that particular magical talent, then." she said, laughing musically.

"death is a taboo in your world, then?"

"No," she answered. "Merely, uncontrollable to a point." she said. "There is youth elixir and such, but death itself is not something one controls."

"I have to dis-agree... the only point uncontrollable about death, is that it can not be reversed..."

"No one can control the dead in Xanth," she says, shrugging. "There are zombies and such, but they are considered undead." Iris thinks a moment, "Ghosts cannot really be summoned, and shades are...well...dangerous because they like to possess people's bodies randomly. The dead can be rather mischevious in Xanth, I suppose." she laughs.

"I see. perhaps it is a... feature... of your world." A nod...

Iris giggles. "Xanth is Xanth. Nothing really makes sense. I think it's because of all the puns." she replies. "They are starting to stick to everything."

The silence indicates much puzzlement...

Iris notes the odd reaction. "Hmmm. How do I explain." she says, thinking. Iris holds out her hand and a small, golden butterfly appears in it. The liquid on its wings drips onto her hand. The smell is reminicent of popcorn. "This is a butterfly." she explains. "The pun has morphed into an insect." The creature disappears. Iris shrugs. "I just meant that the nature of my world makes a lot of things, very...odd." she explained.

"I think that I understand." No groans, but she feels like one. Disliking much this concept of chaos.

Iris shrugs and sips her tea. Oh, the bliss of living in a world of insanity.

Iris glances down at her wrist where a tiny plant is curled with a bud on top. The bud suddenly blooms and startles Iris slightly. "Oh dear. Would you look at the thyme. I should be off." she finishes her tea and all the empty dishes disappear into the bar. "It was lovely meeting you, Serena. Perhaps we shall talk again sometime." she says, smiling.

"perhaps, indeed. good evening..." She nods.

Iris nods and slides gracefully off of her chair. "Good evening, madam." She climbs the stairs back up to her room.

And Serena resumes musings about life and death...

(see you. thanks for the play)

[OOC:Np. Thanks as well. G'night]

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