The Mage and the Wolverine meet outside of her Icewatch duties for the first time. Who knows what will happen.
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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]
by Coren on October 26th, 2012, 4:01 pm
“Yes, it is quite hard to extract the stick out of your arse when everybody avoids you like you where vayt himself .” Coren agreed with her statement, his long buried sense of humor rearing its head, he just hoped that she knew enough about idoms to get the joke. Explaining them always killed the humor pretty quick.
“No it really isn't, quite a few vantha die to that disease and we are hardy against the cold to start with.” Coren said back in a dead serious voice. When she gestured to his thick robe and asked him to give it up if he was so worried about her health. He turned that idea over in his head, he had clothes on beneath it, so he honestly didn't really need it for now on, while she did. On the other hand, it was his cloak and had been wearing if for years to the part he was pretty much on edge whenever he wasn't wearing it, which was a bad thing to be when you where a mage who wasn't liked very much for rather obvious reasons. Then again, she wasn't one of the people who hated him, at least not enough to refuse hanging around him if he came by. He made a mental note to ask about that later, he was quite curious about it. Add in his horrible luck and she probably would catch pneumonia if he didn't give it up and then he didn't have anybody to talk to anymore. “Fine then, I'll give you my cloak, just give it back when you get inside..” Coren unzipped it and wrestled himself out of the thick fur cloak and trust it in her hands. Without the cloak coren did look a lot less intimidating and more like a young adult that didn't really give to much of a damn about his appearance, if one was willing to discount the facemask that was still covering his nose and mouth. "Besides, it isn't cultist garb." |
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by Sliver on October 26th, 2012, 4:44 pm
Sliver had only halfheartedly asked about the cloak, thinking the mage much too protective of his garb and what it meant to sacrifice it just to keep her warm. When he handed it to her, the shock was plain on her face. She held the garment awkwardly for a moment before slinging it over her exposed shoulders.When she spoke the words were laced with uncertainty at the temporary gift.
"Thank you.."
The warmth was almost instantaneous and Sliver shook her head smiling. Though she had no idea what a vayt was, she got the basic idea of the joke and more than that appreciated that he had said it in the first place.
"So where did you get this thing if not in a shop for cultists?."
She glanced at Coren now, surveying him without the cloak. He was still rather heavily garbed, but it was the mask that stuck out. She had seen glimpses of it in the shadows of his cloak, but now it was exposed. She cocked her head to the side as she wrapped the cloth around her more tightly. While her curiosity burned to ask about the face covering, perhaps it was a question for another time. |
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by Coren on October 26th, 2012, 5:05 pm
he smiled underneath his mask as she smiled at his rather bad joke. “Don't look so shocked, I know I'm attached to my robe, but I'm not going to let somebody I don't dislike freeze to death or catch something that might be her death just to keept on.” Coren pointed out as he crossed his arms over his chest. It was a lot colder without the warm robe on. Not enough to be dangerous or even uncomfortable. But it was noticeable enough for him.
“Like I said, I bought it from Liara's furs a decade or so ago. She tried to convince me not to buy it for some reason, saying something about it looking horribly or something equally silly. But its war and has a lot of pockets to keep stuff in.” Coren said ignoring her curiosity for his facemask, he was used to people wondering why he was wearing a mask. It was something he had been doing for a long time after all. “Speaking of stuff in my pockets, if you feel a vial in there somewhere keep it closed will you? Its full of ink and its quite a task to get those stains out of the robe.” He gave a friendly warning. “Anyway, lets get going and get you back to the barracks so you can dry up.” Coren said, waiting for her to start walking. |
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by Sliver on October 27th, 2012, 2:16 am
Sliver felt the weight of various things within the cloak, but refrained from exploring. She needn't squander the mage's politeness by spilling, tearing, or otherwise messing up the clear order he had going on inside the cloak.
She smirked when she saw his muscles tense a little, feeling the cold without the cover of the cloth. '...someone I don't dislike." He was saying all sorts of amusing things today, wasn't he?
"Good to know we both don't dislike one another." The wolverine quipped as they began walking, the Kelvic about a step in front of him. The journey to the barracks passed in relative silence, and upon reaching the entrance Sliver removed the cloak and returned it with an over exaggerated bow. The mage would catch one last pleased smile upon her features before she disappeared into the well lit hall, leaving Coren to make his way back to the City alone, but perhaps this trip was not as lonely as it may have been before. |
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