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 | | From: | Robin Banco | | Subject: | [College/Mage in A Minor] - 22 | | Date: | Thu, 30 Dec 2004 17:57:36 GMT |
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 | Astarte headed down to the common room to wait. It wouldn't really do to go
and check up on Lycari now, despite his collapse last night, the maid hadn't
passed her with his clothes yet. She found a chair where the sun was
streaming into the common room and propped her feet up on a stool.
Lycari settled in for a decent breakfast, thinking that people really didn't
know how good they had it, especially since he could see both sides of the
eating dilemma. He'd probably miss the occasional meal-on-the-run though.
The chase was exciting.
The maid returned with his clothing just as he stuffed the final sausage in
his mouth and he thanked her with a plethora of hand signals that meant
nothing but the maid smiled and told him he was welcome anyway.
Dressing quickly, Lycari hurried out of his room and bounded down the
stairs, taking the last few in one plunge. He noticed Astarte and Robin at
one of the tables. Robin was busily mowing his way through his own morning
meal and waved vaguely as the shifter pulled up a chair.
"Good morning to you, too," Lycari grinned as he pinched one of the smaller
sausages from the bard's plate, gaining a glower from Robin. He tore it in
two and handed half to Figment and ate the other bit himself.
Swallowing his purloined tidbit, Lycari turned his enthusiastic morning
personality on Astarte. "And how are you this fine morning? Nothing aching
or sore?"
"You're a miracle worker," said Astarte, resting her hand briefly on
Lycari's arm. "I owe you."
With a big grin, Lycari leaned back in his chair and remarked, "You don't
owe me a thing. My pleasure."
"You're obviously feeling good this morning," Robin observed.
:He probably got some sleep,: said Figment and Robin shot the little dragon
an amused look.
"Figgie-baby, you're jealous. I had a companion last night and you didn't."
:_Figgie-baby?_: said Figment in revulsion.
When Fawn floated over, she brought Lycari a steaming mug of tea which he
thanked her profusely for. The shifter wrapped his hands around the mug to
warm them.
"I like the morning," he told them. "It's a brand new day. The Hunter only
knows what's in store for us this fine day."
He took a long sip of his drink. "What's up today?"
Noticing Figment's dragonish pout, he waved a finger in the little dragon's
direction, while keeping his hands around his mug. "What's wrong with him?"
"He's jealous," said Robin, smiling up as the kitchen maid who had shared
his bed came over with an offering of pastries. The girl's eyes sparkled as
she smiled back and ran her eyes over him possessively. "I like mornings,
too. There's a promise in the air that things just might turn out wonderful,
but one never knows. It's like starting a journey."
:Today there's snow in the air,: Figment informed them. :And you hate the
cold.:
"It's also market day," continued Robin. "I have a class with Mage Trey this
morning, I've volunteered for some work at the college afterwards, then this
afternoon one of the cloth merchants wants me to play in their area to
entertain their customers. He said he's had an idea for a new marketing
ploy. Then back here after dark to play."
"C'mere grumpy," said Astarte, scooping Figment up onto her legs, where he
could sit in the sun.
:If he wants to play games with the maids, let him. He might learn a few
tricks.:
"As usual," she said, aloud. "I go where he goes. I hope we're at a good
shop this afternoon, though. I have some gear to replace."
"Figment's one of those who doesn't do mornings well," said Robin, finishing
the last of his breakfast.
:Anyone who can be cheerful before noon should be shot on sight,: affirmed
the dragon.
"Ooooh," the shifter shivered theatrically, "I feel my death in the air
today."
He thumped his empty mug onto the table. "I could use some decent gear to
replace the stuff that I lost, after class that is. I think I get to play
with Trey and several other telepaths. They want to break my 'wall.' I
think they also want to see what makes me tick, since I'm not a werewolf."
He said the last word like it tasted bad.
"Wouldn't mind sitting in on that one," said Astarte. "I'm always
interested in what makes things work. Maybe I can play wall-breaking too."
"You'd have an easier time than most," Lycari teased. "I wouldn't try too
hard to keep you out."
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