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[exanimatus]

[anyone who wanders out onto the castle grounds tonight is free to notice that some of the larger piles of dry leaves are on fire. the flames seem weirdly contained so that they don't spread very far--which is a good thing, considering that otherwise the whole place would probably be ablaze in minutes. as the piles burn down, more leaves drop in to

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[deathwarder]

[ And being a kin of the flame, Deathwing is drawn to the smoldering piles, inhaling deep the smoky air. ] Interesting way to pass the time, Zelman.

[exanimatus]

It tends to attract moths, which is fun enough for a slow night.

[fire also tends to attract metaphors. so that's a thing.]

[deathwarder]

[ Teasingly. ] Calling me an insect now?

[exanimatus]

Don't flies and maggots feed on the dead? I was at least being generous, earlier.

[twisted_baroque]

[well that's new. Dextera has seen fire before but not controlled like this. it was usually barely held back by grates on the floors of the Neuro Tower, free to burn those stupid or unlucky enough to trip and fall.

he's a curious person however, and can't help but come closer to one of the burning piles and just watch the leaves burn away. Dextera doesn't quite notice Zelman hanging around, though he has a feeling he's not alone right now.]

[exanimatus]

Hm. [if he has an audience, he might as well entertain; his eyes glow red for a moment and the fire starts to take on a life independent of its source, spiraling upwards with a precision that couldn't possibly be natural.]

[twisted_baroque]

[Dextera leans back, craining his neck so he can get a better look at the fire. he actually seems more amazed at the desplay now mostly because he's not being lit on fire this time.

he does have to wonder about the source and looks around, spoting Zelman, but he doesn't know enough about the man to connect the two things together.]

[exanimatus]

[he's up in his tree, looking (reasonably) innocent now that the fire's dying down and his eyes aren't glowing anymore. he'll give a small, lazy wave.]

Evening.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del skips her way into the tree, legs dangling off a nearby branch.]

[exanimatus]

Hm? [he'll let his fires burn freely for a moment, glancing over at Del.] Evening, majaczenie.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Hello Tick Tock. I'm giving your door hands.

[Because he's going to understand that.]

[exanimatus]

Do you keep losing it? [...]

I assume it's not for its lack of greeting, anyway.

[maldestre]

[ Elena, who thought that riding horseback this evening would be a nice treat, spots the fire from a distance and ushers the mare as close as she will dare to go. The more she watches it, the more she realizes it seems to be a controlled sort of chaos. This place is so crazy. :(

She pushes back her hood and climbs off of her mount, whispering a few reassuring words to the horse to calm her before she approaches one of the piles. So, Zelman, there is a somewhat confused princess taking a gander at your handiwork. What do? ]

[exanimatus]

[he will just watch what she does from behind a tree, partly hidden but not doing much to actively hide. the horse is actually what turns him against the idea of trying to spook her, since it's already nervous enough as-is.

he'll go the nice route. the flames she's looking at start to crackle and spark off at the top into what look almost like butterflies.]

[maldestre]

[ What a gent! She doesn't notice at first but, when she does, she furrows her brows and steps back for a moment just to be safe. It wouldn't do for one of those embers to slip free and set her dress or cloak on fire. Still, it was quite a sight to behold.

But she has a hunch about something. ]

Hello? Is someone there?

[exanimatus]

[...and she's cute, too! C: he'll whistle to give away his not-really-hiding spot.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel was, indeed, just wandering the castle grounds. The leaves don't seem to be giving her much trouble; if elves can walk over snow, why not over a blanket of leaves? The strange nature of the fire does draw her attention, but as she approaches she notices Zelman's presence and that seems to answer her questions well enough. She actually smiles as she looks over at him.]

A fitting talent for you, I think.

[exanimatus]

[of course she notices him right away. he's leaning against a tree, but at least shifts to look at her properly. the flame nearest them crackles a little, but the rest go on as normal even when unattended.]

Why do you say that?

[inafadingcrown]

[She turns her attention toward the fire itself.]

It is beautiful, is it not? And powerful- a simple fire may be the difference between life and death in the wild. Yet it is not to be taken lightly; it may be as destructive as it is comforting. The wise handle it with care, lest they turn friend to foe and find themselves burned for their efforts.

[exanimatus]

[...and that's why you're one of his favorites. C: with an explanation like that, he'll step closer, into the circle of warmth (and the fire lights that distinctly inhuman glint in his eyes).]

It wouldn't do to be anything less than fitting. Most of my kind can't stand fire.