It's really been a while since...

[myrddin_wyllt]

... since we saw the Merlin. Or, alternatively, since Merlin saw anyone.  His two housemates have been more social than himself, lately, and he's feeling the uncanny desire to see people, meet new people.

So here's a wizard, smoking a pipe in the chill autumn air, looking at the yellow leaves in the trees and the humid, dying grass on the ground.

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[sweariwontdie]

And here is a Frenchman, who is obviously feeling cold, because he's bundled in a fur-lined blue wool cloak. He's holding it closed by hand because he deliberately left the elven clasp at home. For a moment, he wonders if he knows the person on the porch, but the face doesn't bring up any specific memories, so he steps up onto the porch. "Tis a cool night for lingering."

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin takes a long tug of his pipe, and nods, politely. "Cool, but not cold as of yet, Mary. T'is a good thing, truth be. Are you cold, then, dear boy?"

[sweariwontdie]

"I am a bit. I find I feel the cold more easily than some." His general shape is hidden in the cloak, but his hands and face are thin. "I didn't expect to meet anyone out of doors still."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"A most terrible thing," he replies, frowning. "Here, dear boy." He smiles, a little, and waves a hand. The temperature rises, slightly.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle is not sure if she's still welcome. They have had some rough patches, and relationships in general have not been feeling so secure lately. She sits next to him, though, probably just on the porch with her legs dangling over the ground, half watching him through eyes that are quite a regular blue.

[myrddin_wyllt]

He smiles at her, a bit shyly. He's never hated her, nor been angry with her - if anything, he's always worried about the little Queen.

"Well, girl, are you going to look at me like that for a very long time? It's no way to greet an old friend, now, is it?"

[ebonyjaenelle72]

She blushes, and tucks her knees up. "If you wouldn't mind me greeting you more informally..."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"I rather mind when you don't," he replies, gently. "Come now, lass, why so glum?"

[comesindreams]

Perhaps it's the change in seasons, perhaps something else, but there is something wilder in Sebastian, more fey, more uncanny. He's not quite singing today, but dances, completely unselfconscious and hardly seeming aware of his audience.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin will observe Sebastian's dance, quietly. He's never quite -- felt this sort of otherworldliness in himself, but Sebastian always tugs at it.

[comesindreams]

Sebastian notices his gaze eventually, and grins, a little recklessly, at Merlin. "You seem thoughtful."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"I usually am, dear boy. Your joy is a relief, really." He smiles, a bit grandfatherly in his ways.

[ofdoriath]

Perhaps it is difficult to tell, but Daeron is unhappier than he has been in a long time. Perhaps it has been his company of late, but there is a definite shadow in his eyes and an unusual lack of focus to his wandering, voice and strings silent.

[myrddin_wyllt]

Merlin falls in step with him, silently, and waits for him to talk.

[ofdoriath]

He looks up, after a time. "Yes, Merlin?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

"I have not seen you so glum in a time, old friend. What ails you?"

[ice_white_lady]

Sybel is still lonely, and still determined to change this. Settled on the lawn, legs crossed, not for the first time, she calls, extending her power with their names as far as she dares reach. Moriah. Gules. Cyrin.

She is almost unearthly, with her pale hair and skin, like an icicle lent human form.

[myrddin_wyllt]

The power tugs at Merlin, though, and he pauses at a safe distance, examining her.

He's strongly reminded of someone he hasn't thought about in a long, long time.

[ice_white_lady]

She does not open her eyes, but her focus and the flow of power breaks. "What is your business, wizard?"

Deeeefinite mistrust.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"A wizard's business is always his own, witch," he replies, sedately. "I mean you no harm."

He's not lying either.

Definitely a reminder of old times.