Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361 
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 15:24:41 GMT -8
Once again, Reuna cursed that damned gem. If she had never found it, never brought it here, Echoes wouldn't have scanned it, and he wouldn't be in the sad state he was now. Her hands curled into fists where they lay resting in her lap, listening to him speak. She knew he hadn't meant to frighten her.. he couldn't know about her past. Perhaps she would tell him, one day, why the sight of that godly sword had scared her so. But for now, this was about him, and trying to put Echoes back to how he had been. It was a relief to know the sword was now safe, waiting for the right hands to find it, and she relaxed a fraction, her small smile warm as she reached up, placing a hand on the edge of the chair's cushion without actually touching him.
"Of course, Echoes. You can tell me anything. I am here to help."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426 
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 16:49:00 GMT -8
Echoes looks away from Runa, and speaks into his legs. He is like a child telling a story of a past wrong doing, afraid he will be punished.
"The cardinal rule of time mages is simple, do not disturb your own timeline. Your own timeline must remain static, if it doesn't there are repercussions. This means if you go back in time to stop an event and fail, you don't get another do over. Events must play out exactly as you remember them, and you must accept that. I couldn't. Because I couldn't live without her."
Echoes pauses, again it looks as though he should be crying. His strange glowing eyes though, seemed to be incapable of tears.
"10,000 years from now, she is living happily. I did it, and now I don't exist. It's a strange thing to look into the eyes of the love of your life, and have her see a stranger. It is a strange thing to meet your parents, and have them ask who you are. It is strange to mourn children who only exist in your memories. They never were Reuna, I never was. I shouldn't exist anymore. I don't know how I still am, I shouldn't be. All I got in return was what I always wanted, I am the most powerful time mage to have never existed. I got it for nothing, after all everything I ever had stopped existing right along with me."
He curls into a tighter ball, and the tears finally fall. Silver droplets, that if one looked closely, would reveal scenes of a man who looks like Echoes smiling with two children.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 17:01:51 GMT -8
It was very, very hard for Reuna not to look absolutely horrified by what Echoes told her. Not at what he had done, but because of what he had suffered. Her own heartache, which at times was all-encompassing, seemed but the spark of an attempted flame next to the towering inferno of his own. What could it possibly be like, to have erased yourself from the flow of time, to know that those you loved continued to exist without any knowledge that you had ever been? Her heart seized painfully in her chest, a minor reflection of what Echoes no doubt felt at that moment.
When the tears began to fall, she instinctively leaned forward and upward, reaching a hand as though to wipe them from his cheeks. But at the sight of what those silvery droplets contained, she stopped. Had she possessed any less control over herself, she would likely have begun to cry herself; her eyes were not dry, and were in truth covered by a glassy sheen, but no tears welled on the edges of her lashes, and they certainly didn't fall. After a moment's hesitation, she hesitantly continued her prior action, cupping one side of his face as her thumb tenderly brushed his sorrow from his skin.
"I cannot begin to imagine the pain of your loss, Echoes. But I am so very, very sorry. No one should have to go through that." As before, her voice was soft, the words a gentle murmur of one broken heart to another. It was one thing to be uncertain if Crulamin was even still alive, continuing to travel the planes.. and another entirely to see those you knew and loved, and there be not a hint of recognition.. or to remember children that had never been.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 18:26:32 GMT -8
"The tears of a time mage are memory. Sometimes I am worried that if I cry, they will be gone even from there."
He cups his hands under his chin catching his tears. He stars at the gathering pool of silver and a small, sad smile is on his face.
"I am sorry I burdened you with this Reuna. I think I sleep now. Yes I did."
His head lolls to the side, and the time mage passes out. His hands remain cupped, scenes of a happy family that never existed playing out in the sliver tears.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 19:55:42 GMT -8
Unable to speak before Echoes lost consciousness, Reuna could only watch as he fell asleep, slowly retracting her hand from his person. "..You have not burdened me, Echoes." The words were murmured softly, before she stood, moving back a couple of steps. A few quick gestures of her hands sent magic flying, causing several things to happen. The chair altered its shape, lengthening and fluffing up a bit more, so that it would serve as a better, and more comfortable, sleeping surface for the time mage. A blanket was conjured from her linen closet, for the moment settling atop the chair's back. Finally, a small glass bottle appeared in her hand, and she carefully siphoned the memory-tears from his hands, into the bottle, before sealing it with the cork stopper.
Placing the bottle in his hands, she adjusted him to a more reclined position, then took the blanket from its spot, unfolding it and laying it across his body, gently tucking it in around him. She dimmed the lights in the room somewhat, before turning and making her way out of the room. Beginning her way up the stairs toward her bedroom at the tower's peak, she stumbled upon the steps, and slowly sank down onto them, no longer trusting her balance. One hand pressed to the step next to her, while the other rose to cover the lower half of her face as a sob escaped her lips. Tears cascaded from amethyst eyes, painting crystalline trails on her pale skin in the flickering light of candles.
Echoes' pain had only served to stir the embers of her own, causing the agonizing fire to consume her heart once more. She ached for her Tiefling, for even the knowledge that he still roamed out there, somewhere.. although gods knew that she would be eternally grateful if he would tumble back into her arms once more. Her eyes clenched tightly shut, struggling in vain to suppress the onslaught of tears, as she continued to muffle the sounds of her sorrow. It would be nearly an hour before she finally summoned the strength and balance to find her feet, and struggle up the stairs to her bedroom. There, she collapsed onto her bed fully clothed, burying her face in her pillow as she descended rapidly into sorrowful dreams.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 6, 2016 20:27:33 GMT -8
Eventually Echoes awakens. He looks around at his surroundings, familiar, and foreign all at the same time. There is a bottle in his hands. It shows him something that never happened, and could never happen again. A man who doesn't exist is pretending to be a horse for children who never were. He smiles at it, he smiles at the memory that never happened, before holding the bottle against his lips. He whispers to it, words that don't matter to anyone but him.
"I miss you both so much, and I am so sorry. I didn't think I could live without her, but I could have if I lived for you."
He sits there absorbed in his own little world, a memory that exists only for him.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 7, 2016 23:16:26 GMT -8
How much time had passed? The sorceress hadn't the slightest clue. She hadn't been to the Academy in what felt like weeks, but surely couldn't have been more than a few days, if that. Time had slowed to a crawl for her, after she warded herself in her tower bedroom. It was probably a needless precaution, but she didn't want Echoes - or anyone else, but especially not Echoes - to see her in the state she was in. Her long inky hair, normally so perfectly brushed and satin smooth, was a rumpled mess. The skin beneath her eyes was smudged with darkness, a testament to her sleeplessness. Her normal working robes had been discarded in favor of an older set, worn and frayed, in a shade of pale blue, that hung loosely on her, revealing one pale shoulder.
And the room was a complete and total mess. Items had been shoved aside and tossed haphazardly here and there, in absolute disarray. A large scrying sphere sat cracked up against one window, and a divining mirror was shattered on the floor near the door. On the floor before her bed sat a large silver bowl full of water. Reuna was leaning over it, chanting softly in an ancient, musical language. Images flickered across the surface of the water, people, places, animals, objects. But not the one she sought. Her chanting increased in pace and fervency, as though she were begging the scrying bowl to show her what she wanted.
There was a tantalizing glimpse of red hair, and then the images ceased, replaced only by a stormy, tumultuous grey sky. "NO!" Reuna's anguished cry rattled the windows, and she reached forward, grabbing the sides of the bowl to drag it closer and peer into the now-rippling water. "Show him to me, gods damn you! I wish to see my Crulamin! His name is Crulamin Tarmikos! SHOW HIM TO ME!" The water flickered once more, and then the water stopped reflecting images at all.
The sound that escaped from the sorceress then was hardly human, as she flung away the bowl and its contents. Magic crackled between her fingertips and the ends of her hair, and as she surged to her feet, she began hurling magic left and right. Items burst into flame, or were wholly exploded; others were tossed about, or crushed into small spheres of matter. Finally, a surge of rippling magic burst from her body, shattering all the windows outward in a shower of glass and dislodging everything small enough to fit through the now-empty window casings, to tumble to the ground far below.
Exhausted both physically, magically, and emotionally, Reuna collapsed to the slightly-singed and battered softness of her bed, burying her face in her shaking hands with a sob. He was out there, still. That brief, torturous sight of red hair and grey skin assured her of that. But for whatever reason, she couldn't see him, see what he was doing, if he was alright, if he was happy, if he missed her... Had he cast some sort of spell to block her from scrying for him? Was his Broken God intervening? She didn't know. All she knew was that, as she had feared, Crulamin was forever lost to her. The gentle Tiefling with the jade green eyes who had awakened, and then stolen, her heart, was forever separated from her.
Bleakness swamped her, and Reuna sprawled listlessly on her side, empty amethyst eyes ringed in red staring sightlessly out of an empty window frame into the surrounding woods. Thunder rumbled overhead, as though responding to the heartache of the sorceress, and a gentle wind blew, carrying with it the scent of rain. Moments later, the hurried pitter-patter of raindrops was heard, several falling through the vacant window frames to land on her face. Reuna didn't move. Why should she? She would live. The gods were clearly cruel enough to prolong her suffering. And so she would survive. Survival was all that was possible; to live was beyond her reach.. without him.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 21:16:41 GMT -8
The potion had restored her energy, to a degree, but she was still tired, and knew she would need some rest after this. But there was something that had to be done, first. Thus it was with this in mind that Reuna had taken her scrying bowl outside, its silvery surface flashing in the sun as pristine spring water was summoned into its perfectly half-spherical depths. Sitting on the ground with legs folded in front of her and hands resting on her knees, she breathed deeply, focusing her magic and thoughts into the scrying bowl. It took several minutes for images to begin flashing across the water's surface, and at first, they puzzled her.
A wide open plain scattered with rocks.. a wellspring of life and greenery amidst a mostly-barren terrain.. simple huts intermingled with sturdy stone structures... Then she saw it. Flashes of skin that was a blend of green, brown, and grey. Furs and leathers. Charms made of the fangs and claws of beasts, rattling in the wind. A staff of wood, inscribed with symbols unfamiliar to her. Tusks protruding upwards from behind lower lips. Her eyes widened as understanding dawned. "Orcs?" She considered this for a moment, then nodded. It made sense. Orc shamans were usually among the most skilled, for their affiliation with the elements came naturally.
"Echoes.. I have found your shaman." Still tired, she rose to her feet slowly, waiting for her friend to appear before doing anything else.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 21:28:42 GMT -8
As is his way, Echoes appears when he is called. He is carrying a bundle on his back, and brimming with excitement. The thought of failure does not occur to the time mage. He will succeed, because he must succeed. There is no other option, no other choice. He will see his children again, he will hold them again, he will exist again.
"What will you find Reuna?"
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 21:32:50 GMT -8
Gesturing to the images filtering across the water's surface, she explained as best she could. "There is an orc village. I'm not certain where, but I could probably pinpoint the spot if I had a map. It's in another land, not here in Gauldin. There is a strong shaman there, one who is very closely attuned to the elements. They should be able to help you."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 21:46:09 GMT -8
Echoes glances at the image on the scrying dish. Information provided, the futures where he learns about this location shine brightly, information floods into his mind.
"Falkreath. I am going, did you?"
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 14, 2016 21:51:43 GMT -8
Satisfied that Echoes had gleaned the information he needed, Reuna lifted the scrying bowl and dumped out the water, then propped the vessel between her hip and wrist. Somehow, she managed to dredge up a warm smile, though it was painted at the edges with exhaustion. "Whatever happened earlier drained some of my energy. I need to rest for a few hours. Go to this Falkreath and speak with the shaman. If you need me, I will be here." Gesturing to the sky, her raven familiar soared down with a caw, alighting upon Echoes' shoulder. "Take Karrik with you. He can alert me when I am needed, and I can follow him to your location."
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 10:44:35 GMT -8
Instead of his usual way of simply popping into the tower, Echoes teleports himself and Gavin Laurént to the front door. He sets Gavin down, and takes his son's hand in his. Echoes reaches up and knocks firmly on the door. "Okay Gavin, I wanted you to meet someone very special. She's the best friend I will ever have. She will also be the person you contacted first, so without her I may never have gotten you back. Her name is Reuna Laurént." |
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 12:43:04 GMT -8
Having retreated from the Library to her tower, Reuna was not surprised when her wards alerted her to Echoes' presence. What did surprise her was that he had someone with him. Rushing from her study to the front door, she pulled it open, looked up at Echoes.. and then down at the person with him. Her eyes widened, before a wide smile spread across her face. "Oh, my..." Excitement flitted through her, and she looked back at Echoes, her eyes brimming with tears. "Is this..?"
It had to be his son. The child looked too much like him not to be. But then that meant they'd done it? And they hadn't needed her? She wasn't complaining, but still! She sort of wished she'd been present to see it done.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 15:05:56 GMT -8
Echoes smiles warmly at Reuna, when she opens the door.
"Reuna may I introduce you to my son Gavin Laurént, and his father Edward Laurént. Say hello Gavin."
He smiles down at his son, and nods assuring him that everything is as it should be.
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 15:17:27 GMT -8
Gavin rushed towards Reuna and immediately hugged her around the waist. "Reuna!" His little hands squeezed her tight. "You're really smart. She's really smart." He turned towards Professor Laurent. "She's really smart, isn't she?" His head looked up and suddenly became quizzical. "Wait, why do I think you're really smart?"
Gavin's memories of being a temporal ghost were fading away. It all seemed like a dream to him. His hazel-like eyes were bewildered... until he lost interest in his own confusion and turned towards his father. "We should all play a game together or something! Daddy can we? Can we all play something?"
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 15:34:19 GMT -8
Startled by the exuberant greeting, Reuna nonetheless uttered a watery laugh, casually dashing the tears from her cheeks before hands came to rest on Gavin's back, returning the hug. "It's a pleasure to properly meet you, Gavin. And thank you; I happen to think you're quite smart, too." Her fingers briefly threaded through the child's hair as she looked up at Echoes.. no.. that was no longer his name. "Edward, hm? It suits you."
Stepping back and gently extracting herself from Gavin's hold, she opened the door wide for the two of them. "Please, won't you come inside? I want to hear how it happened. I can't believe I missed it." Reuna had a feeling she was going to like having a child in her life.. she'd always adored children. Aunt Reuna, perhaps? Yes. She rather enjoyed the sound of that in her head.
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Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént
Dedicated
Time and Space.
Roleplay posts: 426
Age: Yesterday.
Physical Description: Edward Laurént stands at 5'10. He has midlength black hair, and a clean shaven face. Previously his facial features were hard to remember, since he has begun wearing glasses they have become easier to recall. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a strong jaw, mid set cheek bones, straight narrow nose, and full lips. He appears to be in decent physical condition, though he is a bit pale.
Edwards eyes are an odd shade of blue, and they quite literally glow. With his glasses on, the glowing is the only remarkable thing about them. When you stare into his eyes when his glasses off though... it can be an odd experience. Staring into his eyes gives the impression that time has ceased to flow. Then you become aware of just how fast you are moving through the void of space. Most students avoid looking into his eyes.
OG Echoes: http://pre03.deviantart.net/a4ce/th/pre/i/2013/298/4/d/space_mage_by_axl99-d6ru3ej.jpg
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Clothes and Equipment: Previously Edward only owned one suit of clothing. He retains these clothes, as a sort of work uniform. His style of dress when working is odd. He wears: sturdy blue cotton pants, an over sized coat of some unknown material, a sweater with a hood sewn onto it, and a large scarf. Each piece of clothing fluctuates in state of repair, and cleanliness through the day. If these clothes were not so eccentric, he could easily be considered a beggar while wearing them.
Edward has begun to expand his wardrobe in recent months. His first new accessory is a pair of glasses. Unlike other time mages, Edward struggled with turning off his time sight, rather than turning it on. His glasses are enchanted to suppress it. When not working he tends to wear casual clothing. Loose white shirts, and simple leather leggings. He also has a handful of stylish, if simple mage robes for special occasions.
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Post by Prof. Edward "Echoes" Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 15:47:44 GMT -8
Echoes laughed both at Gavin's exuberance and at his confusion. He knew what was happening to his child, and he was thankful for it. The memory of the void, and what had happened was not something he wanted his child burdened with.
"Yes Edward Laurént, the man who never existed. That was me, and it will be me again. Though I think most people will still know me as Echoes."
He ruffles his son's hair, and smiles down indulgently.
"Of course we can play a game, but first I have to tell your Aunt Reuna what happened. Let's head inside shall we?"
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Gavin Laurént
Dedicated
Exists!
Roleplay posts: 131
Age: 5
Physical Description: Formerly only existing as a barely perceptible temporal ghost, Gavin is now a perfectly normal 5 year old boy.
Registered: Feb 14, 2016 14:02:40 GMT -8
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Post by Gavin Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 16:04:06 GMT -8
Gavin complied. He eagerly went inside to look around Reuna's abode, intent on scampering over every inch of the place and examining everything he could get his hands on while his father and Reuna talked. He'd probably have to be told to be careful at least a few times.
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Reuna Laurént
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 361
Age: 51
Physical Description: Reuna is a striking study in contrasts. She is just slightly above female average, height-wise, standing at 5'8", and is slender, with a fragile bone structure that makes her look weak; this is, of course, balanced out by her strength and skill in magic. Her hair is long, descending to her waist, and is purely black, which is a sharp opposition to her pale-skinned features. Her eyes are the color of amethyst, dark and intense, and are usually the only method from which one can derive her mood, as she very rarely displays her emotions via facial expressions. She appears young, in her mid-thirties, although if one looks closely enough, they can see the beginnings of fine lines around her eyes and mouth. Although few have ever seen them, due to her tendency to keep herself fully covered from neck to toes, she has whip-mark scars covering most of her back, and scars from long periods spent in manacles around both of her wrists, remnants from her days as a slave.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Reuna wears one of five sets of identical robes, with high collars and long slightly-loose sleeves, in black, dark grey, purple, dark green, and dark blue. Commonly-carried equipment consists of her personal grimoire, a traveling writing kit (with ink well, quills, and writing desk), and a belt with pouches that contain various items (both magical and non); though perhaps not considered equipment, her raven companion Karrik always accompanies her.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 25, 2016 16:56:44 GMT -8
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Post by Reuna Laurént on Feb 20, 2016 16:08:36 GMT -8
Luckily, Reuna had standing wards on anything potentially dangerous - just in case a student managed to stumble into her tower, somehow. Guiding the duo into her living space, which had lots of natural light and seating covered in plush cushions, she summoned some food and drink from the kitchen. The tray appeared on a table, bearing a cup of hot cocoa for Gavin, and tea for Edward and Reuna, as well as some sweet bread, and non-sweet bread with a dish of butter ready for use. Seating herself on a chair, she watched Gavin gamboling about with a smile, and turned her gaze to Edward.
"I'd hoped you would be able to accomplish this, but I'm still amazed. How did you manage to pull this off, Ech--" She stopped herself, and laughed. "Edward. My apologies. That will take a bit of getting used to." Her gaze strayed away from Edward, and with a flick of the fingers, she summoned a bouncy, bright green ball for Gavin to play with. It was enchanted to bounce on its own, if need be, and keep the boy quite entertained. Reuna chuckled. She'd been looking for an excuse to use that spell...
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