star of wonder, star of night
In a quieter corner of the gardens near Stigmata, populated mostly by small streams and a series of ornamental ponds, a clear and pleasant soprano is singing a series of Christmas carols, most with a distinct emphasis on the 'Christ
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Hasibe and fire have an interesting relationship where it is so much a part of her and what she does not even surgeries could take the ability away; it still sometimes something that happens to her accidentally, or rather comes from her accidentally. But she manages it, and when it is controlled, it's certainly something to admire, so she stands in her heels and dress a little ways away, smiling faintly.
Just observing.
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She finishes her song ('God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen') and takes a deep breath, pushing her hair back from her shining forehead, and then she notices her audience and looks torn between embarrassment and glowing exultation.
"Um- hi!" Judging by her smile, guess which one wins.
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Hasibe is somewhat dressed for the Ithaca weather--there's a white Balenciaga coat folded over a chair edge nearby--but for the given value of...her, which means she conceded to wearing stockings with her dress. Her own smile broadens, and she takes a step forward, apparently totally unfazed by the fire. (Although...given what she is and what Gloria is a member of, this could potentially be interesting on a number of levels.)
"Hi, yourself. I hope I'm not interrupting?"
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"I was about to take a break anyway," she says, lowering her arms to her sides as she smiles at Hasibe again, and this is a lie, but she does need to take one. So interruptions are good. "I'm not- this isn't your garden? It's hard to tell here, but I can move, if you want me to."
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...well, if that isn't something else. Belgarath, in his mismatched shoes and patched tunic, leans against a tree a way back and watches for a while - not just out of curiosity, but also to get the rhythm of what she's doing. He doesn't know the words, so he doesn't sing, but a quiet word releases his will and without actually announcing himself, a small dragon made of fire starts creeping through Gloria's stars.
What.
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"Oh, come let us adore him," she sings, pouring more of her heart and her will into it, and her stars coalesce into something that could approximate a human shape, holding a sword, or maybe a lance, pointed at the dragon.
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The fire-dragon fixes Gloria with a deeply offended look through its flames and immediately rolls belly up in front of the little sword-wielding human, thumping its tail on the ground in a parody of a dog demanding belly rubs.
...it may be that Belgarath is actually familiar enough with real dragons to find that kind of mockery totally great.
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-so (of course) this is when the intricate binding involved in the spell ruptures, and the knight bursts into a column of fire that surprises Gloria enough to make her eyes snap open as she catches a breath, song lost.
"F-" Profanity is not going to be useful here "-jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way-" she chants, more than sings, throwing her hands out at the rapidly expanding fireball.
Hopefully there are no low-flying aircraft in the direction she just flung all of that!
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