The Charter Mark on his forehead is fading slowly from a bright golden glow to nothing on his forehead and he's in a medieval outfit with the grime of the forge,
"Good evening. I didn't want to disturb you, there just aren't many people out here this late."
Augusta narrows her eyes slightly at the mark, studying it. It fades, however, and part of her wonders if she just imagined it.
"I'd noticed," she agrees. "And you're welcome to disturb me. I wasn't out here for any specific reason-- just enjoying the night air and moonlight, I suppose."
She makes her way off of the rock, which might highlight her lack of a certain appendage, as she has to lean down with her hand at one point. But her movements are planned and graceful, and as soon as she's close enough she jumps down to the ground, landing on her feet.
She brushes herself off, then adjusts her glove with her teeth. "Out of similar curiosity, might I ask what brings a young gentleman like you out here so late?"
The light can't really fail to catch Augusta's eye, and she finds her glance turning into a stare.
She makes no move to get any closer-- it is fire, after all, even if it's only the type of a physical nature. Augusta's not afraid of fire, but it does have the tendency to repel her, a little bit.
She sits down eventually, not taking her eyes off the flames' wielder. She continues to watch with a mildly fascinated expression, though it takes her a moment to realize that she's met this person before.
She debates interrupting-- she doesn't want to break her concentration.
Augusta debates with herself for a moment, then sighs inaudibly. She supposes it's not really polite to force conversation at this distance, though she'd just as soon stay put. She gets up to climb downwards a few steps, then kneels again to get herself closer to the ground before jumping off gracefully.
She brushes herself off as she approaches Sin. "That's quite a remarkable skill," she comments. "I assume it's just for recreation? Or does it have other applications?"
A boy, about eight or nine is splashing in the shallows of the lake making squishing noises as he walks. As in he goes "Squish, squish, squish, squish."
As he walks by one of the large rocks he gives a startled yelp as a fish nibbles a toe and he splashes backwards falling on his butt.
Augusta glances sideways at the source of the quiet noise. It was so nice and silent a moment ago...
She's not that fond of children, so she doesn't bother addressing the boy at first. Mostly she just wonders what he's doing out here so late. (Never mind that time is mostly irrelevant here.)
She watches him, making no effort to hide herself or the fact that she is.
He's quiet for a moment, reaching out and around in the water with a determined look on his face. "It's too dark," he mutters to himself, not having seen her just yet.
There's a quick gesture and a ball of flame appears next to him softly illuminating the area right around him. Pleased with this he gives a smile and then a triumphant "HA!" before diving into the water. The flame bobs in place all alone before the boy resurfaces holding a fish.
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He considers leaving but decides he's curious and isn't quite ready to go inside, "Hello by the lake."
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"Good evening," she replies. She doesn't smile, but her tone is about as pleasant as it ever gets. Her pale eyes regard him just as curiously.
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"Good evening. I didn't want to disturb you, there just aren't many people out here this late."
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"I'd noticed," she agrees. "And you're welcome to disturb me. I wasn't out here for any specific reason-- just enjoying the night air and moonlight, I suppose."
She makes her way off of the rock, which might highlight her lack of a certain appendage, as she has to lean down with her hand at one point. But her movements are planned and graceful, and as soon as she's close enough she jumps down to the ground, landing on her feet.
She brushes herself off, then adjusts her glove with her teeth. "Out of similar curiosity, might I ask what brings a young gentleman like you out here so late?"
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She makes no move to get any closer-- it is fire, after all, even if it's only the type of a physical nature. Augusta's not afraid of fire, but it does have the tendency to repel her, a little bit.
She sits down eventually, not taking her eyes off the flames' wielder. She continues to watch with a mildly fascinated expression, though it takes her a moment to realize that she's met this person before.
She debates interrupting-- she doesn't want to break her concentration.
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She brushes herself off as she approaches Sin. "That's quite a remarkable skill," she comments. "I assume it's just for recreation? Or does it have other applications?"
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As he walks by one of the large rocks he gives a startled yelp as a fish nibbles a toe and he splashes backwards falling on his butt.
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She's not that fond of children, so she doesn't bother addressing the boy at first. Mostly she just wonders what he's doing out here so late. (Never mind that time is mostly irrelevant here.)
She watches him, making no effort to hide herself or the fact that she is.
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There's a quick gesture and a ball of flame appears next to him softly illuminating the area right around him. Pleased with this he gives a smile and then a triumphant "HA!" before diving into the water. The flame bobs in place all alone before the boy resurfaces holding a fish.
"Hello fishy."
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She watches the boy come back up from the water, and raises an eyebrow. He has a fish. And he's talking to it.
Did he catch it to eat it, or what? Is it just a plaything?
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