Event: De-Aging [audio/open]

[lastofvaldemar]

[Guess who became tiny today? For whatever reason, the comm is on when it happens, and catches the kid's startled gasp. Where....where the hell is he?!]

H...hello? Anyone? [Wait. Confidence, Vanyel. You can do this.]

Show yourself!

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[thequeensown]

[Talia had lost Kevas somewhere in the halls of the ship and felt dreadful about it. She was supposed to be keeping an eye on the little and he had slipped off at the first sign of something interesting.]

Hellsteeth! Where did he go?! Kevas! Kevas, where are you??

[Her search takes her to a few decks from where she began her trek and she ends up pausing in a hallway as the smell of food fills it. She bites her lower lip and goes in that direction, hoping Kevas smelled it to and followed his stomach. She enters Sergei's and her hazel eyes dart around, candlestick still clutched in her hand.]

Kevas?? [It's a whispered kind of yell, as she's trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she searches for the little. She spies the pair of boys a short distance away, filling their plates with foodstuffs that smell delightful. Her tummy rumbles in complaint and she ignores it pointedly as she warily approaches the pair.]Umm, excuse me? I'm wondering if .. and I know it will sound awfully silly .. But I was wondering if you've seen a

lol you don't have to assume the commentlog happens at the same time.

[lastofvaldemar]

Uh... No. I haven't seen anyone else.

/fail Well then .. oops! LOL

[thequeensown]

[She frowns, chewing on her lip and looks around Sergei's.]

This isn't going at all like I'd hoped .. [She turns back to him.]

Well, if you happen to see him .. you really can't miss him .. He's this tall, like I said, and green .. with two .. Ummm .. Tusks.

[Yes, Talia .. that sounds very sane indeed.]

<3

[lastofvaldemar]

[Van gives her a rather taken aback look, then smirks. He's looking for a baby boar or something, right?]

I will. What's your name, so I know who to call for, if I do?

Re: <3

[thequeensown]

[A boar .. I think Kevas just might stick him with a fork if he heard that! But really, it does quite sound that way, doesn't it?]

Oh, thank you! He's a bit, ahh .. well, you'll know him when you see him, for certain! I'm Talia, of Sensholding. Who are you?

[She looks curiously at the barely older boy. Well, this was about to get interesting!]

[lastofvaldemar]

I'm Vanyel Ashkevron, of Forst Reach.

[thequeensown]

It's a pleasure to meet you ..

[Talia's smile of greeting seems to stutter on itself and her eyes widen at the name. Then her eyes narrow and she folds her arms, huffing.]

Oh, really? Well, then .. Please call me Elspeth Peacemaker .. [She eyes the older boy in annoyance.]

Aren't you a bit old for these games?

[lastofvaldemar]

You...said your name was Talia.

[Her tone says she's mocking him, but...Van clearly doesn't get the joke.]

What? I'm not... [whyyy is everyone here insaaaane?!]

OOC ??

[thequeensown]

[[OOC:: Permission to brain break a little bit more? :D I can work it another way if you'd prefer! Might not be needed, sense he'll wake up after all this knowing full well his own history, heh but your call!]]

Re: OOC ??

[lastofvaldemar]

[[ get on aiiim you psyyychoooo

and yes. I'd have complained before now if I didn't want you to ruin it for him.]]

XD

[thequeensown]

[She stares at him a frown creasing her brows.]

I am Talia, but you can't be Vanyel Ashkevron! He was a Herald Mage! He's one of my favorite stories! The pages in my book are falling out, I've re-read his tale so many times over. It might be an old story, but some people still read ..

[She shakes her head, studying the dark haired boy with a degree of confusion.]

Forst Reach hasn't been inhabited in over a hundred years .. maybe more.

[lastofvaldemar]

[Van's gut twists. He's not...he doesn't want to be a Herald!]

You're insane. I am Vanyel Ashkevron, and I've lived there all my life, and you will stay away from me.

[He says it with ice in his tone and turns away, marching out of the buffet with his back up, like an angry cat.]