Application for Tylendel Frelennye from Magic's Price

[shaychlendel]

((Tylendel Frelennye from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar books. This is set after his very dramatic suicide, following the death of his twin brother and Companion (magical talking horse). He is now revived, confused, and blocking out all the Very Bad Things that led up to his death

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[charlesofdensen]

"Wouldn't do much good to help with basic magical practices. That's why we're all here."

[shaychlendel]

Oh, damn. Wait, what? "Where is 'here,' exactly?"

[charlesofdensen]

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In short, a school for magic. Most everyone picks up the basics within a week or two here." He may be exaggerating, but he's only here because he's bored.

[shaychlendel]

"Oh," he said, nodding "So, where is this place located? Rethwellan?" Damn, how had he gotten this far away from home? Hadn't he been at the Collegium a few hours earlier?

[lady_thujone]

"You'll 'eat about anything'?" La Fee Verte gave him an impish smile. "Handsome, that's a dangerous thing to say."

[shaychlendel]

"Well," he drawled, returning the grin, "I am a growing boy."

[lady_thujone]

"I'm sure you are," she said with a wink. "And I'm sure you have a healthy appetite."

[shaychlendel]

"Of course, though," he lifted his eyebrows at her, a little smirk tugging at his lips, "I'm somewhat of a connoisseur."

[callmewednesday]

As he read the transcribed application, Mr. Wednesday sipped whiskey from the chipped Kiss Me, I'm Half Veela! coffee mug that he'd inherited along with his office. He liked the Dictaquills that took dictation in the Sorting Room: he liked how old-fashioned yet efficient they were. There were a good many things about the wizarding world that satisfied old Wednesday, and not least was its capacity to provide him with modern comforts without intrusive technology.

Still, he sometimes wondered if Dictaquills were sometimes less than wholly accurate. This milksop, good in a fight? Bah. There were fights and then there were fights.

"Tell me about the assessment of mages and fighters where you're from. How good is good?"

[shaychlendel]

"I can only say from a Herald's standpoint," he answered, standing up straight and trying to look a little more respectable. "Those of us with the gift are expected to know everything from the most basic of magics to heavy offensive and defensive tactics, as well as have thorough weapons training for battlefield tactics." He paused, unsure how much detail he should go into.

"We are expected to possess the highest quality of moral fiber and exist only by virtue of being Chosen by a Companion," he recited, his head ringing for just a moment, thinking of Gala. Where was she?

[callmewednesday]

"Those of you with what gift, precisely?" Wednesday was all brightly inquisitive, as though he actually gave a damn.

Well, all right, he was curious. Things divine and semi-divine, he generally knew about, thanks to his sacrifice on the World Tree, etcetera (word to the wise: best not to ask Wednesday about all that, lest ye be favored with a long dramatic speech that, were it in Old Norse, would also be a specific form of meter used for magic.) Things of neither nature he might not have heard about, especially if they came from another world. Wednesday, like Job's devil, had spent untold years going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it, but that was this earth, Midgard. Wherever Tylendel came from, Wednesday hadn't been there

[shaychlendel]

"Mage-gift, Healing-gift, and Bardic-gift. For those with the Mage-gift, like myself, are trained until they reach adept-level, and are generally employed directly under the Queen and the Queen's own. Everyone gets training in healing, whether they have the gift or not, and those with the healing gift are given more extensive training to employ their healing magic. Bardic is just what it sounds like, magic through music. Everyone with the Gift, any one of them, is taken to the Collegium, with a separate area for Heralds, Healers, and Bardic." He smiled winningly, rather proud of himself. That this fellow was genuinely interested in his homeland was a credit to himself and to Valdemar.

[vanyel_peacock]

Vanyel came flying through the halls and into the sorting room at a dead run. He'd felt, well, he'd felt something that felt like 'Lendel, and he had to know what was going on. And he'd heard that some of the people here had died, first. Hell, he might've died first himself.

As he came into the room, he suddenly came to a full stop a couple of feet from Tylendel. His face was a sickly paper white, and his jaw had dropped. " 'Lendel?" he managed to ask, his voice faint in shock. One shaky hand was reaching out towards the other boy, stopping just short of touching him.

[shaychlendel]

Tylendel blinked in surprise to see Vanyel in such a state. Poor Van's mind was a complete mess, and he was projecting. Van didn't project, he didn't have the gift...

That was immatterial, though. He was here, wasn't he? That's all that mattered.

"Van, ashke," he said, voice soothing and hands reaching to touch his lover, "you're a mess, peacock; you look like you've seen a ghost!"

[vanyel_peacock]

He stood there, still silent in his shock for a moment. A few tears slid down his pale face, as Tylendel's hands touched him, and didn't disappear. Vanyel flung himself convulsively into Tylendel's arms, wrapping his own arms around his lover.

Tears slid down Vanyel's face as he held tight to Tylendel, his face buried in the other man's shirt. "Just stay," he murmered.

[shaychlendel]

"Of course, Van," He murmured, holding him tight and making soothing noises. He stroked Vanyel's hair, still confused, still very concerned. His head was a muddle, a total warzone of complicated emotions Tylendel couldn't put his finger on, nor discern quite why they were there. If Van had suddenly developed a Gift, why wasn't Savil there? What had happened?
"What's wrong, ashke? Why are you hurting so?"

If it was something he'd done... he'd never forgive himself.

[my_soul_itches]

"Hi!" Megan fluttered over, beaming happily. "Welcome to Hogwarts! I don't know if anyone's actually said that to you yet. A lot of times people show up and just start asking you about weird things or wanting you to give them things. And not to be a bother, but what kind of magical practices can you teach? I only know one spell so far, and I've signed up for a class but it hasn't been held yet. Oh, I'm Megan! It's very nice to meet you!"

[shaychlendel]

"You're a..." very, very small... "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Tylendel. I can teach basics like mindspeech, grounding and centering, shielding... that kind of thing."

[my_soul_itches]

((FYI, Megan is short but still human-sized. She's not actually a pixie--it's just her code-name among the X-men!))))

"That's a very interesting name! Where are you from, Tylendel? I'm from Wales, but I was in New York for school last year. Ooh, are all those what they sound like? Do you need a wand to do them? I don't have a wand yet, but I should get one before the next class starts. Do you have a wand?"

[shaychlendel]

"I'm from Valdemar," it was difficult to keep up with her. "I... don't use a wand."