<notes>It was, admittedly, disturbing to watch the once-woman transform into a visage modeled after his very own. Even further, it was exquisitely strange to watch this apparent clone of his gesticulate and move, speak in his voice, so on– it was one thing to see a clone of oneself, and another...

༺༉❁ March 15 year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>For Æhti, the day began like any other day where he wasn’t particularly busy. He awoke, dressed, and then went to tend to Cloud, as at this point he actually quite liked the large beast. It was by the time the boy had finished feeding the cat and...

<notes>Æhti was originally a bit worried when Postmaster began to make them manifest again; they hadn't yet quite located the cat and so he was concerned about potentially being vulnerable to it. This worry was soon assuaged, though, as he realized he was something of a shade. Somewhere between...

<notes>Velho waited patiently while Vivian leafed through the books, though it did not take that long for the young man to find what he'd apparently been feed. Two worms, and…a cat flea? What fascinating choices, those. The old ælf squinted at the flea, but after he thought about it for a...

<notes>Both Æhti and Velho watched as Cælum crafted the enclosure, weaving ætumetal into something stable enough to contain a subdued Felinog. It was an interesting process to just sit and watch; satisfying, in a way. When the dragon's spellweaving concluded and he stated that he could come...

༺༉❁ May 1st year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Reflexive anger was something that Velho had come to see as a bit of a weakness, too; something he'd endeavored to iron out of himself over the course of his life. When he lashed out now, it was almost always a fully conscious choice. And in his...

༺༉❁ March 13 year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Æhti had been out running a few errands for his ælven master when he came across a peculiar scene. A guard robbed, and then given his wallet back by a jester after being rather thoroughly humiliated. To be fair, though, if he were to take the...

༺༉❁ April 7th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Æhti eyed Abraia curiously when she spoke of Crest; he only knew vague concepts of what it could potentially do. “Oh, yeah, a Talisman targeting Crest's Metaphor might be able to dispel it if its equal in potency, I suppose,” he replied...

<notes>Æhti wasn't quite sure what precisely the cat meant with his reply, but given the mage’s recent circumstances, he didn't mind not knowing. It was a nice change of pace to be following ‘round somebody who wasn't trying to reign some form of dominion over him regardless of whether or not he...

<notes>Velho simply nodded to Cælum’s answer; he knew some people could be a bit uneasy about entering the waters of body modifications. If not for the fact that Velho’s Scourge made him inherently entropic, he himself would have made a variety of permanent changes. For him, he just didn’t have...

༺༉❁ April 7th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>Æhti eyed Abraia curiously when she spoke of Crest; he only knew vague concepts of what it could potentially do. “That so? Fascinating– I wonder if there’s any way to tell the difference once you alter something like that other than, I suppose...

<notes>“Æhti tried to describe what happened, and he did so well enough to help me understand. I see issues like this all the time; many Draoidh can be very haphazard with their Invigorations, hence why physicians and chirurgeons are still common professions even among Æld'Norai, where healing...

<notes>“I could help you with that, yes, though it'd be easier if you could identify what exactly you've Imprinted upon? I've books on the subject, for if I ever needed to identify anything. There's illustrations, you could sift through pages until you've found what you remember,” he suggested...

<notes>Velho appeared happy to just let Vivian touch him, his own hand falling back into the water. The young man was cautious, considerate, sweet with his movements, and it felt incredibly pleasant. A soft smile crept across his lips, and his body remained relaxed, pliant, when the other...

<notes>Intimate touch was foreign to Velho, and so in his head, he was content just to observe for the moment. He did note that the amount of his emissions from the night before surprised him, lacking in virility as he was. The sight made his usual half-lidded gaze widen a bit and his cheeks...

<notes>"Am I?" he'd ask, sounding oblivious. This was partially on purpose, because he could imagine that to a foreigner, many aspects of Ælheim in general could be surprising. It was more that he wondered what, in particular, the other was commenting on. Velho was not used to being watched...

༺༉❁ April 7th year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>“You sure? There’s plenty of other colors of gem we might find down here, but, aye, if you’d rather not spend any additional time in the caverns, I get it.” Well, he didn’t, but he did understand that most people wouldn’t actually want to spend...

<notes>Vivian's surprise and disorientation had been expected, given the circumstances. Velho sat silently and waited for the boy to gather his senses; it was cute, almost, his confusion. His words drew a wan smile upon the Scourge's lips– both at the suggestion, and the compliment. “Oh, dont...

༺༉❁ October 11 year 123 of the third age ❁༉༻ <notes>What Velho was doing, in actuality, was helping to mend the wounds a rather vain general of the Trnova Legie had suffered; the woman had been healed previously, but the flesh was warped and her healer didn’t care to minimize scar tissue...

<notes>Æhti nodded about Abation, “if I’d spent all that effort mastering Abation and the spells were short lived I’d’ve been a bit disappointed,” he’d reply with a short chuckle. Because while he had managed to achieve mastery within a remarkable time frame, such a thing was not achieved...