Well, I'm happy to hear that, and should let you know the feeling is mutual Mr Balthazar.[There was that sweet little smile again, in place as she nibbled at her pastry before speaking again. Hopefully, she wouldn't make a foold of herself here; she truly did want to keep his interest, having such a pleasant time in his company.]
Well, the recovery spell, the basic and most used one, utilizes the energy of the wounded body to aid in a concentrated effort to heal wounds, though this will still leave the person tired or weakened. The resurrection spell instead draws from outer energies to take care of more severe wounds, since using the injured persons strength would likely heal them but drain their life force entirely.
[Admittedly, between her looks and innocent demeanour, Amelia could be thought of as much younger than she actually was. The only obvious indictor was that, despite being petite, she was rather curvy, indicating she was older than her height might lead others to believe. While she might not have looked nineteen, she could show that level of maturity in the right situation.]
[ooc: No worries, my timezone can be awkward as it is, so I can backtag for as long as you want. And yes, this is an amusing and adorable thread.]
[Oh, that's just endearing. His expression flickers through a moment of sheepish pleasure before he manages to restore the more serious mask, listening to her lecture.] I see. Is there any provision for something like a tumor or an infection, or is that more a matter for surgeons? I've heard, in my own world, that there are spells and rituals for chronic illnesses, but they're all far more specialized than I've had time to handle.
((Yay! I was trying for amusing and adorable rather than creepy. XD ))
[Head tilting, she flickered some of her bangs from her eyes, unaware that there were a few crumbs on her face.] That would likely need to be checked and assisted with medicine or herbal remedies. Due to recovering using the bodies energy, it ends up multiplying infected cells, so there would need to be a proper cure mixed to destroy than infection.
[He continues to look absorbed by every word she says. It's gradually sinking in that, in the most objective terms, she doesn't look that much like Veronica, but the little twist his heart gives every time he looks at her gives his more rational observations the lie. He notices the crumbs on her cheek and impulsively reaches out to brush them away, the touch light and almost reverent. As soon as he realizes what he's done, he looks apologetic.]
Err...sorry. Pastry crumbs. [He backs off, sheepish, and tries to pick up the thread of the conversation.] That...that makes sense, what you say about multiplying cells. Have you done much of that herbal healing, as well, or mostly just white magic?
[Amelia stiffened at the touch, just surprised more than anything, her face heating up slightly at the contact. Of course, looking up at Balthazar, she blushed all the more, but tried to get back on track with conversation.]
Not much, generally such things are handled by those who are specialised in that area, who usually don't have magic, though there are exceptions.
[Still, it wasn't right to just ignore that, despite embarrassment. She couldn't fathom what he might have been feeling, so it wasn't fair to judge that action. After all, it did no harm, and it was quite sweet in her eyes. Her hand tentatively reached out, gently touching his.] You didn't have to apologise, I didn't mind.
I'd be really curious to see how a society runs with magic openly accepted. The crux of most of my magical actions has always been the preservation of secrecy. [He looks briefly thoughtful, diverted by the possibilities, but he hasn't missed the blush.]
[The touch of her hand sends his heartbeat into overdrive, and he's privately annoyed at himself for acting and feeling like a teenager caught up in a puppy love crush. He ducks a little, sheepish, but doesn't pull his hand back.] It was too forward of me. I just can't shake the familiar feeling. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.
It certainly must be difficult, keeping it out of the public eye. [It really was something she could barely fathom. Considering she had a friend who constantly blew places to smithereens, the idea of being able to hide magic would be quite a feat to accomplish in her home.]
[Shaking her head gently, she offered a hopeful smile, giving his hand a soft squeeze of assurance.] You're not, and I don't think theres anything you could do that would make me uncomfortable Mr Balthazar.
It is. Especially when there are different factions, some of whom are bent on world domination. [He makes a small, rueful grimace, but he can't focus on his own problems for too long when she's giving him that smile.]
[He's obviously captivated, but it takes him another moment to react. Gently, he curls his fingers around her hand and raises it to his face, kissing the back of her knuckles, just once.] I'm grateful for your indulgence, Miss Amelia.
[She looked rightfully worried at that. Yes she had run into magic users who weren't upstanding people, but any forces trying to take over on that scale where usually of the monster variety, not human.] That is awful, such powers shouldn't be used for that sort of gain.
[Of course, her face pinkened further at that kiss, but she made no attempt to pull back her hand. She did shake her head lightly though, not wanting him to think she was just speaking to make him feel better.] It's not indulgence. I really do mean what I say. I think you're a very good person, and I'd be happy to get to know you better.
Partly it's a philosophical difference. My master taught that sorcery was to be used to serve and protect the world. Others...disagree. [But he's not overly eager to discuss his own problems just now, and her response is encouraging. His sober expression melts into a smile.]
I'm only human. But I do my best. And I'd be honored to spend more time with you, in whatever capacity you might enjoy.
[Nodding as she listened, agreeing wholeheartedly with his way of thinking.] Well, I'm sure in the end you'll be able to win out in the end, since yours is the right and noble belief. Doing your best is surely enough.
[Despite her pinkening features, Amelia still smiled warmly at him.] I'd love that too. Do you have any preferences for that? [She did mean time, place and such, though she was unlikely to be upset if he made any suggestions on the nature of getting to know each other. Considering the supposed shared likeness he saw in her, she was willing to assure him and help in any way she could.]
[Rather than finding her point of view naive, he's charmed by her certainty. And innocence. His smile widens, and his squeezes her hand gently.] I hope you're right.
[And now he looks away, embarrassed by how quickly his thoughts plunged into the gutter. How unworthy of him. He makes an attempt to restrain his id for a moment.] Anything, really. I like music and the outdoors. Do you dance? I'm not much good, but...
[But inviting her out to dance is a clear romantic overture, while still being socially acceptable.]
[Smiling and returning the squeeze, she really was glad he didn't think her silly, and that he doesn't seem to mind the more affectionate contact.] I'm sure it'll be fine, these things always work out.
[Well, there was certainly outdoor places she could take him, though her musical knowledge was limited. Of course, she didn't dwell on those, instead answering his question.] I dance well enough, though I don't really get to do it much. But if you're offering, I'd love to go somewhere. Or even if we could just get some music and let it be just the two of us, that would be nice. [Par for the course of running around adventuring all the time, but as a princess it's standard that she knows some steps. Still, she would never assume any such motives, part of her trusting nature, so she didn't quite realize how that offer of being alone with him might have sounded.]
[Balthazar is just pleased his overtures are well-received. This abrupt fascination with her is bewildering, and a bit unsettling, but Amelia herself has been nothing but kind.]
I'm not exactly good, but I can manage a waltz. I'm sure there's somewhere around that has music and a dance floor. Or, if not, I can always play something. [Not that he can play and dance at the same time.]
[Amelia was generally accepting of just about anything. She could see the real emotion behind his efforts to get to know her, and in her mind, there was nothing wrong with following those feelings. It would have been wrong to not extend the same openess to him in return.]
Well I'm not great either, but it'd be fun all the same. [Her head tilted at the latter offer though, eyes bright with intrigue.] Oh, what do you play?
[He looks just a bit bashful, but pleased by the question.] The psaltery, the lyra, and a couple types of flute. I can fake the shamisen, but I'm not very good at it. And the guitar, but again I'm only mediocre. I was a minstrel for a while, and a court musician, in my world.
[Granted, that was a long time ago. But he likes music and has stayed roughly in practice. Roughly.]
Well, the recovery spell, the basic and most used one, utilizes the energy of the wounded body to aid in a concentrated effort to heal wounds, though this will still leave the person tired or weakened. The resurrection spell instead draws from outer energies to take care of more severe wounds, since using the injured persons strength would likely heal them but drain their life force entirely.
[Admittedly, between her looks and innocent demeanour, Amelia could be thought of as much younger than she actually was. The only obvious indictor was that, despite being petite, she was rather curvy, indicating she was older than her height might lead others to believe. While she might not have looked nineteen, she could show that level of maturity in the right situation.]
[ooc: No worries, my timezone can be awkward as it is, so I can backtag for as long as you want. And yes, this is an amusing and adorable thread.]
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((Yay! I was trying for amusing and adorable rather than creepy. XD ))
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[ooc: And you succeeded! \o/]
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Err...sorry. Pastry crumbs. [He backs off, sheepish, and tries to pick up the thread of the conversation.] That...that makes sense, what you say about multiplying cells. Have you done much of that herbal healing, as well, or mostly just white magic?
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Not much, generally such things are handled by those who are specialised in that area, who usually don't have magic, though there are exceptions.
[Still, it wasn't right to just ignore that, despite embarrassment. She couldn't fathom what he might have been feeling, so it wasn't fair to judge that action. After all, it did no harm, and it was quite sweet in her eyes. Her hand tentatively reached out, gently touching his.] You didn't have to apologise, I didn't mind.
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[The touch of her hand sends his heartbeat into overdrive, and he's privately annoyed at himself for acting and feeling like a teenager caught up in a puppy love crush. He ducks a little, sheepish, but doesn't pull his hand back.] It was too forward of me. I just can't shake the familiar feeling. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable.
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[Shaking her head gently, she offered a hopeful smile, giving his hand a soft squeeze of assurance.] You're not, and I don't think theres anything you could do that would make me uncomfortable Mr Balthazar.
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[He's obviously captivated, but it takes him another moment to react. Gently, he curls his fingers around her hand and raises it to his face, kissing the back of her knuckles, just once.] I'm grateful for your indulgence, Miss Amelia.
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[Of course, her face pinkened further at that kiss, but she made no attempt to pull back her hand. She did shake her head lightly though, not wanting him to think she was just speaking to make him feel better.] It's not indulgence. I really do mean what I say. I think you're a very good person, and I'd be happy to get to know you better.
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I'm only human. But I do my best. And I'd be honored to spend more time with you, in whatever capacity you might enjoy.
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[Despite her pinkening features, Amelia still smiled warmly at him.] I'd love that too. Do you have any preferences for that? [She did mean time, place and such, though she was unlikely to be upset if he made any suggestions on the nature of getting to know each other. Considering the supposed shared likeness he saw in her, she was willing to assure him and help in any way she could.]
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[And now he looks away, embarrassed by how quickly his thoughts plunged into the gutter. How unworthy of him. He makes an attempt to restrain his id for a moment.] Anything, really. I like music and the outdoors. Do you dance? I'm not much good, but...
[But inviting her out to dance is a clear romantic overture, while still being socially acceptable.]
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[Well, there was certainly outdoor places she could take him, though her musical knowledge was limited. Of course, she didn't dwell on those, instead answering his question.] I dance well enough, though I don't really get to do it much. But if you're offering, I'd love to go somewhere. Or even if we could just get some music and let it be just the two of us, that would be nice. [Par for the course of running around adventuring all the time, but as a princess it's standard that she knows some steps. Still, she would never assume any such motives, part of her trusting nature, so she didn't quite realize how that offer of being alone with him might have sounded.]
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I'm not exactly good, but I can manage a waltz. I'm sure there's somewhere around that has music and a dance floor. Or, if not, I can always play something. [Not that he can play and dance at the same time.]
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Well I'm not great either, but it'd be fun all the same. [Her head tilted at the latter offer though, eyes bright with intrigue.] Oh, what do you play?
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[Granted, that was a long time ago. But he likes music and has stayed roughly in practice. Roughly.]
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