Ange [16]

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Who: Ange and you!
Where: In a snowy park of Somni.
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open!

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[paxivalice]

"Miss...?" Larsa had noticed the soft sound of something breaking, made gentler by snow. The lady who had dropped the object seemed to be accumulating snow at a rather... alarming rate. He'd been merely wandering, enjoying the weather that was unusual for him to see, and almost hadn't noticed her so still on that bench.

At once, he'd begin to unclip his cape, to offer it to her, stepping nearer with fast clipped steps to hold it out. "Please, if you would...? I am sorry about your object." He was unsure as to what it had been before it broke.

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"Ah--"

Ange was shaken from her thoughts by the voice, and she looked at Larsa for a moment before really registering that he was there. By then, he was offering his cape to her, and she took it without thinking, her fingers quite numb. Remembering herself, she cleared her throat.

"Thank you," she replied quietly, wrapping the cape around herself. "I lost track of time."

When he mentioned the vase, she turned to the fragments on the ground. With a soft sigh that formed a puff of visible breath in the air, she bent down to retrieve the pieces. Wordlessly, she cradled them in her hands as if they weren't already broken.

"Come, try to remember..." she began, "What form did you have? Surely, it was a very beautiful form..."

If only she could bring back Simon that way. In the meantime, though, the small vase became whole again in her hands, just like new. She offered Larsa a small smile as she held it up for him to see.

"Nothing to be sorry about," she chuckled. "I was just... thinking, I guess."

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"It is no trouble." He insisted softly, glad that she should take it; the cold was as mighty as it was bitter, and it was no weather for a lady to be quite stranded in.

As she spoke to the poor, broken shards, he stayed politely quiet. It was only once they became whole that his face flushed with happy surprise, and he knelt a little, to be closer to it in height.

"Pardon me for disturbing your thinking. But what you have just preformed is a most fantastical magik." Gloved hands finding either side of his face, he smiled up at her cheerfully. Though she seemed distracted and almost sad, really, he thought it should not be the place of a stranger to ask-- merely, to provide company so long as it was suitable.

"Are you quite skilled in magiks?"

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He seemed overly formal, she thought at first, and was reminded of all the parties she had been to as a child. Trying to put those negative memories out of her mind, Ange tilted her head, considering the question. Well, no. She wasn't a very powerful witch at all. She could only do a few things here and there, and hadn't been practicing much since she had come to Somarium.

With a sigh, she shook her head.

"Not really," she admitted. "I'm only able to do a bit. But, things like this are my specialty, since I'm a Witch of Resurrection."

She had managed to bring back Sakutarou, so long ago... Contented with her answer, she looked back at Larsa.

"I guess they have magic where you come from?" she questioned. "Not all places do."