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[complicatedliar]

Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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[noprophecies]

[questions, at least, she's familiar enough with to answer those easily]

Goodness. [she gestures to the spell] Maintaining that is a matter of concentration. I want the spell to remain, so it will. And I do not want it to hurt you, so it won't; it does not take more energy, though. It will disappear when I want it to.

[her nose wrinkles a bit] The daisies will remain, but my magic is limited, especially when we are in the stars like this. My main source of energy comes from nature, so not being on a planet proper limits me in that it takes longer to replenish.

[poisoninmypocket]

Oh... you must be even more extraordinary planetside, then. [He sounds honestly wistful.] I fear my limits are rather set, amongst the stars or with earth beneath my feet. How did you learn your magic. Is it just something that's come to you naturally?

[noprophecies]

I would not say I am extraordinary, merely not as limited. [what is taking compliments, really] What you are capable of is extraordinary, though.

Not naturally, no. It is something that must be studied, if one wishes to be decent at it. [she reaches out for one of the daisies, plucking it so she has something to fiddle with] My father taught me his magic, and my mother taught me how to change his spells into the ones I use now.

Sorry for the delay!

[poisoninmypocket]

[No, really. Take his compliments.]

A family affair, then. How charming. Your mother must have been a very clever woman, to shape someone else's spells.

never apologize! <3

[noprophecies]

[no never they aren't necessary!!

Her expression freezes for just a moment before she smiles a little wider]

She was that. [she lifts a shoulder in a shrug] I am human and elf, so I can use both of those magics. But elvish magic offers me more options, so she taught me how to use it.

[poisoninmypocket]

A child of two worlds... [There's something softer in his expression as he says that before moving on.] How did they meet? We've only humans where I hail from originally.

[noprophecies]

[she tilts her head at that, eyebrows furrowing curiously. That's a strange reaction to get, at least to her.

She shakes her head and huffs a little]

They told me that they met in the capital, where my father worked as a wizard. But I do not know how true that is anymore.

All I know is that they met and fell in love, and moved to our village after their families disowned them. I was born somewhere in between.

[poisoninmypocket]

Disowned for their love? [His eyes widen for a moment, heart going out to her entirely.] Oh, Tempest. I'm so very sorry. I shall tell you a secret, if you can promise to keep it.

[noprophecies]

[now she just looks a little confused] I - thank you. It never bothered them, to my knowledge or memory. And I do not speak of secrets that are not my own, so I will keep it, of course.

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty's voice drops to something quieter as he leans in toward her.]

My mother was an heiress to a great fortune. She was disowned for marrying my father; he was nothing more than a wandering musician. [He winces as if the next bit is particularly painful.] Castilian. He was a good man, but she was meant to marry for wealth and position, not love. I remember they were very happy while he brightened our lives. But a candle burned at both ends can scarcely last the night. His flame died when I was but a boy.

Your parents, I hope, have had many happy years together with you, teaching you their magics.

[noprophecies]

[she has never met someone who could actually, legitimately understand what it was like to come from two different worlds, and she leans in close as he does to give him her proper attention]

I am sorry that your parents went through the same as mine did. I have never understood why one would marry for anything but love.

. . . [a hum] There were happy years, but they died when I was a girl. The year I came of age.

[poisoninmypocket]

[His attention is rapt upon her, heart beginning to beat more swiftly.]

Those who do not marry for love cannot understand those who would. They stand upon their hill, silent judgement as their will. [Renart might be able to warn Tempest that a song may be coming on.] Until...

[Music begins. It seems to come from nowhere at all, but it's all around them, a light and lilting tune as Monty begins to sing properly.]

They see a girl, they see a boy.
Their hearts filled with rage,
They need to destroy
What happiness lies,
What they now despise
Is love-
Love!
Love finds a way.

[He raises a hand and plucks one of Tempest's daisies, offering it to her.]

A child born of love, of loss, too,
Can seldom relate
To this hatred, true.
What joy they may find
In like-minds entwined
Is hope-
Hope!
Hope finds a way.

[Monty glances away, demure as the music goes softer.]

I do not pretend to know all your heart
We've only just met,
But I think it's a start.
There's wonder and magic
In a world so tragic
But Temp~est, I think it's a start.

[The music finishes out for another few bars before Monty carries on as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.]

My mother was with me until a few years ago. It must have been very difficult for you without your mother or father.

[noprophecies]

[she's met a lot of strange people in her time. Gods and mutants and dragonborns and all manner of creatures, but. But she's never met someone who sang at her.

She's polite enough not to interrupt the song, as much as she wants to. But she doesn't take the daisy, and when he finishes she crosses her arms, her expression confused and - unimpressed? Annoyed? Who knows]

It was difficult, but I somehow managed.

Was it necessary to sing about that?

[poisoninmypocket]

[Unimpressed? How rude! He'd left her beats to join in!

Monty blinks at her, expression shifting to mild confusion.]

Didn't you feel the music? ... was I off-key?

[noprophecies]

No, I did not. And no, you weren't, but that is not important - you do not just break out into song in the middle of a conversation.

[it's weird]

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty just continues to stare at her, more than a little caught off-guard. He knew he was one of the only people to sing in Between when the spirit moved, but people were never this hostile, and Zexion had even dueted with him a few times!]

You don't? How can you... not?

[noprophecies]

[she doesn't mean to be hostile, she's just so . . . flabbergasted that this is actually a thing. She's seen a lot of weird things in her life, both home and in another world, but this. This was a new sort of weird]

Very, very easily.

[poisoninmypocket]

But surely you've felt like giving voice to your thoughts? Joining in a chorus?

[noprophecies]

Not particularly.

[poisoninmypocket]

[This is awkward.]

Oh.

[Where does one go from here?]

I'm... sorry?

[He's not, really. Just perplexed.]

[noprophecies]

[she waves a hand dismissively]

Don't worry about it. To each their own, yes?

[poisoninmypocket]

Quite. [The moment between them seems to have flitted off, away across the strange courtyard in space. Monty looks down at the magical spell still in his hand and offers that to Tempest.] If you'd like this back?

[noprophecies]

[she blinks, having forgot she was still maintaining it. With another wave of her hand it vanishes, the warmth from it remaining for a second or two more]

I nearly forgot.

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty curls his fingers for a moment, looking down at his palm where the flame had been. She's still extraordinary, even if there's this strangeness now for his song.]

I... well, thank you, then. I'm sorry for interrupting you so abruptly at the start, Tempest.

[noprophecies]

Again, there is no need. Aside from . . . differences, we had a lovely conversation. I do hope that it has not chased you away from future conversations.