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Who: Asellus (roseimbroglio) and Ildon (blackwingprince
What: Ten years' reunion.
Where: Dorms, somewhere?
When: Orientation, day 2.
Warnings: Mystic antics. Lectures, probably. Sellz is an ingrate. :(
Rating: PG?
Of all the things Asellus had expected at Fractura, the most unexpected of the unexpected (besides Dante's appearance, though that was a whole other can of worms) was the appearance of the Black Wing Knight Ildon at the university. She'd expected him to have sent someone out-- a peon, maybe, or Zozma--, but she hadn't thought he'd join the search himself. Ten years, she'd managed to keep herself hidden. But she supposed her mistake was coming back to a place she'd already been to; her scent was probably still strong when she'd made the choice to return.
And yet... yet, she wasn't wholly upset. She'd always understood White Rose best, of course, and the Arch-Princess wasn't near as likely to bicker with her as Ildon was, but there was some comfort in knowing that there was someone of some experience there, though she was pretty sure it meant no peace and quiet alone ever again. And Ildon might be more sympathetic to the trials she'd been undergoing since she'd left, once he knew them.
So she didn't really have much in the way of complaint when she'd discovered his presence, only surprise that it had taken him so long. It was like coming home to a brother, and she was mildly curious as to whether he'd changed. She knew she had; worry and loss and general activity had left her little more than skin and bones compared to how she had been, fed on rich foods and swathed in heavy brocades and gowns, overseeing matters of state. Now, she was a bit less encumbered with ritual.
She knew that would utterly gall him, and stifled a self-satisfied grin as she rapped on his door, a bit imperiously.
What: Ten years' reunion.
Where: Dorms, somewhere?
When: Orientation, day 2.
Warnings: Mystic antics. Lectures, probably. Sellz is an ingrate. :(
Rating: PG?
Of all the things Asellus had expected at Fractura, the most unexpected of the unexpected (besides Dante's appearance, though that was a whole other can of worms) was the appearance of the Black Wing Knight Ildon at the university. She'd expected him to have sent someone out-- a peon, maybe, or Zozma--, but she hadn't thought he'd join the search himself. Ten years, she'd managed to keep herself hidden. But she supposed her mistake was coming back to a place she'd already been to; her scent was probably still strong when she'd made the choice to return.
And yet... yet, she wasn't wholly upset. She'd always understood White Rose best, of course, and the Arch-Princess wasn't near as likely to bicker with her as Ildon was, but there was some comfort in knowing that there was someone of some experience there, though she was pretty sure it meant no peace and quiet alone ever again. And Ildon might be more sympathetic to the trials she'd been undergoing since she'd left, once he knew them.
So she didn't really have much in the way of complaint when she'd discovered his presence, only surprise that it had taken him so long. It was like coming home to a brother, and she was mildly curious as to whether he'd changed. She knew she had; worry and loss and general activity had left her little more than skin and bones compared to how she had been, fed on rich foods and swathed in heavy brocades and gowns, overseeing matters of state. Now, she was a bit less encumbered with ritual.
She knew that would utterly gall him, and stifled a self-satisfied grin as she rapped on his door, a bit imperiously.