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"Lucien? What did I tell you about running off on your own?"

Somewhat unsurprisingly, his son didn't answer him with more than a grin. And a splash, once Claude had drawn closer.

Leave it to any child of his to throw off his nice new boots just to stick his feet in the first likely looking stream that came along.

It wasn't even as if they'd gone that far out of town, but away from the roads, from the other sorcer-sorts and Aethies, even the breeze felt calmer, though it had hardly caught to much all the while they'd been walking. Claude being glad they had any at all, as hot as it had been the past few days.

The storm the night before had left lacy scatters of twigs and leaves and knocked down spider webs. Clean and still damp, the leaves overhead and tangled in the grass, they looked pieces of stained glass. And the trees, when they nodded, they sounded clear as harp strings with nothing else to cut the sound.

Out of farmland use and the whiles of any humans at all, the stream had been left so clear, so delicious looking. Just begging for some little blond imp of a boy to come along and kick his heels in it.

Well, one already had. Claude didn't bother with another sigh. He pulled his shoes off and laid them in the stones at his side, stretching lazy as he reached his own toes towards the glittering surface.

And promptly jerked back with a yelp. "Child of mine? That's /cold/."

"I know," said Lucien. "I think it feels nice."

"Maybe if you're part bear. I've always halfway figured, you know."

They had some teasing hums between them and Claude crossed his legs, feet now on the warm pebbles along the bank where they damnwell belonged.

"I think I got that from your side of the family," his son suggested after a while. "Anyway, why do you think it's like that? I don't hear anybody around."

"That wasn't tagging along?"

"Well..." The boy knitted his fingers in his hair, tugging himself a wingtip curl along his temple. "I think I'd only notice Nene if she was /gone/."

"And as for our new friends?"

"They couldn't have gone far. They know we have candy." To which, he nodded. Ever so sure of himself.

Ah, children. Children had gotten him this far with their self-assured beings. And children had found him what was really a rather strange clearing on closer inspection. The stream wore deeper through some places in the grass than others, showing shifts of rock, glints of moss and tree roots sneaking by. It divided the clearing just about cleanly in half.

Besides, on the edge of the forest easing back into being, a great, old ash stood.

Covered in tiny flowers. Pink and violet and hints of white. All of them, growing in streaks as if the bark had long ago turned to soil, though the tree seemed healthy and strong otherwise.

Besides.

"Papa," said Lucian, voice hushed. "There aren't any birds here, are there?"

"No," Claude answered after a moment. "It's just you and I and /a bunch of stinkers who ran off from us/."

"Oh, so that doesn't include me?"

"Child of mine."

They had a few more hums, there in the quiet of the clearing.

There, before something very strange and very faint began to creep along Claude's Aether lines.

It felt like being tickled almost. Anyway, it made him smile. Lucien too.

And next, there his son darted off again, racing over the grass and into the middle of the clearing, where he stood staring into the sky and whistling. Expecting a giant Gust to come sailing down in the form of a giant bird? It might just be that.

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Note that anything your characters do in the clearing may result in posts back of things happening around them, even if these aren't exactly invited. Something's lurking around here, and it wants a snack!

Feel free to bring your own fairies, ghosts, mages and seriously confused regular people.

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"Yknow," Nene began, swaying where she sat. "I always figured dark lords were /bigger/. And darker. Eviler. Soul eatin'. All that good stuff. Yer just likea sorcerer happens to have his own country. "

She trailed off into a few vaguely nasty sniggers. "Fact is, round here too there's people say- oh! Sorcer owes their loyalty to the guild, right? They shouldn't be in chargea regular people. You see that one in election debates likea lot. Sometimes works. Sometimes doesn't. Thing is, we got so many sorcers, it's kinda a votin' block by now."

To which she rubbed her chin. "'m guessin' yer like pretty elite even without the ruler thing? I mean- assassins! That's parta rulin' stuff, but still. 'm gettin' that impression."

"Well, it /is/ a little bit fun to play along with sometimes, if the person isn't going to be reasonable about it." Kostya laughed a bit.

"I mean, it's better if they didn't see me as one, but sometimes it's not worth trying to convince them otherwise. People are going to believe what they want to believe. Might as well have /some/ fun."

Kostya thought for a bit on what Nene said. "Well, some people are kinda weird about power they don't understand. The residents of Vaelan don't mind that I have magic and they don't. They know that they owe their good-being to the land-spirit, so I guess they see me as another way he protects them."

"It's mostly outsiders who don't understand."

"And yeah, I guess you could say I come from noble blood, though my mother is from a merchant family...my family doesn't really care where people come from if they want to marry in to be honest. Having a reputation as family of dark lords seems to make other nobles less than thrilled to offer their daughters in marriage."

(OOC: I probably should clarify what kind of land-spirit Kostya is bound to. Vale started out as a river-spirit that came to become the spirit in charge of not only his river home - the source of which is in a mountain cave - but also the lands in the valley surrounding the river. Hence why his base powers are ice-based since his source comes from mountain melt-waters.)

Edited (Adding an OOC Note) 2013-05-19 16:24 (UTC)

(OOC: I read you loud and clear, but Nene might be pretty slow on the uptake. That's pretty much on the other side of the room from how Aethies work. LSS- I need to read more of your stuff. That sounds cool and I dig assassination attempts.)

Nene hummed along with most of Kostya's points, nodding and tipping her shoulders about. Definitely listing. Absorbing, perhaps or perhaps not. Her conclusion in the end: "Oh, yer so a noble. You got that noble bearing thing with yer shoulders. I could tell that a miiiiiiiiiile away."

Her attempts at echoing that met with limited success.

"And you gotta get married? On toppa all that. With a spirit kinda person involved too thatcher spouse's gotta be cool with. Your life is complicated! Not boring though, ammirite?"

(OOC: Mostly just letting you know there might be some water in there as well as land. I tend to get a little over-explainy sometimes. I haven't written any assassination attempts yet, but there will be at least two in the course of the story.)

When Nene mentioned him needing to get married, Kostya winced.

"I...would rather not marry if I have to. Though people keep telling me that I have to. And my life isn't that exciting...most of my time is taken up by work. I have a principality to run after all." He shrugged.

"So what are Aethies like in your world and oh, do you have a name yourself?"

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