[open log!]

[kindlymeant]

Who: Alayne Stone and OPEN~
Where: RANDOM CORRIDORS close to Ravenclaw Tower
When: An hour or two after the magicdrafted lovelies start waking up :D
What: Wandering around aww yeah...
Warnings: None. Aside from potential ASoIaF spoilers idk. Let me know here if you don't want those. 8)

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[fruchtig]

[Austria's first instinct had been to keep to himself. In a strange tower in a strange bed with a strange letter telling him he was a hero, which was a title Austria no longer claimed in any sense of the word, it was safer to stay put.

Except, that there had been no mention of a piano, and he was tired, and also wanted coffee- and there was an insatiable curiousity about such a grand and drafty castle. After he'd skimmed through spellbooks which looked as if they were written in some lost language for all the sense they made, Austria had ventured out.

And then there were the moving paintings, waving to him, greeting him, and he was so startled and intrigued that he'd just kept following them, wearing his blue-and-bronze tie.

He stops when he hears footsteps echoing down the corridor intersecting with this one. So far, he's only met the man in the room with him, with garish hair. Who else could be in this drafty castle, so heavy with gray stone?

He wonders]

[kindlymeant]

[The sound of someone approaching catches her attention - the murmuring of distant paintings hasn't quite stopped being jarring and unnerving yet, but footsteps stand out against that. Briefly, panic flares in her chest. When it comes down to it, she has no real idea who she's dealing with. Her mind conjures up images of Ilyn Payne striding towards her - he knows, he's here for my head - but she halts. Stills herself - steels herself.

Noting the colours he wears - does that mean that he is of House Ravenclaw, as she is? - she faces the stranger calm and composed and only the slightest bit tremulous, wearing a small, but courteous smile. Guarded, all the same. She must be wary in circumstances like this.

Her eyes linger on the tie for a moment. Is that how such a thing is to be worn?]

[fruchtig]

...hello. [His voice is soft, refined, and his posture perfect. He inclines his head slightly in greeting, watching the girl in front of him. Austria too is guarded, but in a much more subtle way; in the shift of his foot across cool stone, the fingering at his wand in his pocket, even if he doesn't know how to use it yet.]

[kindlymeant]

[He speaks gently, she's glad to hear - the immediate unnease ebbs somewhat, but she knows too well how dangerous the genteel can be and so it will not leave completely.

She curtsies, the movement well-practised and fluid, in greeting, head bowed for a moment before her eyes fix on the man in front of her.]

Are you - Lord Dumbledore?

[buildyourworld]

[Tieria on the other hand has yet to change out of his own Celestial Being uniform. He had exited the Ravenclaw tower in a hurry earlier, wanting to check out the place to make sure there was no immediate danger to himself and whoever else ended up here. He had managed to venture quite a bit and even took breakfast at the Great Hall and was caught in surprise by food suddenly appearing on the large table.

The castle was admirably a wonderful architectural building that he didn't really mind being in. It was quite different from the cool metal and gray of spaceship he was used to. But there was something that still bothered him, the gravity of Earth. He had never quite like it, always prefering the space over it. I suppose I could try to get use to it if I am to spend considerable time here... There was no enemy present, not for now at least and that was something he could live with

[kindlymeant]

[Her eyes widened somewhat as he approached. His looks are strange to her, his hair so black it looks almost purple, his eyes - red? She openly stared for a moment before she remembered herself and lowered her gaze.]

I - [She supposes she is, really.] - I have only just arrived, my lord, and I do not know my way around yet.

[buildyourworld]

[It only looks black-ish because the castle's interior was rather on the darker side of light spectrum but if you had a chance to view him under normal lightning, his hair is indeed purple. That came with being an artificial human, outrageous hair and eyes colour.

He did raised his brows at the staring, but he wasn't bemused enough to reprimand her for behaving that way out of shock and perhaps from being nervous due to having lost her way.]

Lord..? I am not royalty. [Her speech pattern did make him wondered which country she's from.] I don't know this castle well enough but if you tell me where you intended to go, I can try to help you find your way.

[kindlymeant]

[She noted that he saids he didn't know the castle well, either. It seemed she was far from the only one to have turned up here this morning - but unless he was a Tyroshi, he was clearly not of Westeros. And what a strange thought that was.]

I was going to look around, that I might better get my bearings. I've just come from the dormitories.