Characters: Micah, Celeste, Sebastian, Dirk
Location: Grounds - Mandrake Manor - Amber City
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Behind the gated wall, the grounds of Mandrake Manor spread out in an
even carpet of green. The path from the gate to the house is paved
with flagstones, maintained well but not perfectly - a few places
looking to have been recently relaid with new stone. The entire
expanse of the sprawling lawn on either side of the stone-laid pathway
is well tended with a thick carpet of grass. About the manor are seen
recent signs of renovations and repair. Freshly laid stone along the
walls, newly planted landscaping which are careful to leave little
cover from the eyes of guards in black and gold who regularly patrol
the grounds. The house itself is a wide, two-story affair, spread low
across the land and marked by a portico around the lower level, and
balconies up above, topped with a clay tile roof of earthy red. The
house too looks to be recently restored to it's former glory, fresh
carpentry, plaster, and paint make the house look nearly brand new and
speak of loving restoration.
The flagstone path leads north to the manor itself, and one can also
stroll along the porch, or go around back to the gardens.
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Sebastian considers this with a shake of his head. "Just what do you think I'm doing for the girl, precisely?" He gets that up and out there to start with. "As for the rest? I'm trying to teach her how to feel rather than think. Going to be a tough lesson, I figure. But I can teach her that too whilst I'm around." He looks to the axe and hefts it lightly with a shrug of his shoulder, sinking it into the ground instead.
Celeste lifts an eyebrow and is speaking to Sebastion in a series of snarls, growls, and occasional sup chuff or yip, "She needs a questionable influenc and you SMACK of shameless imp. don't tell her cause that'll take the fun out of this for her but approve. She is at the age and stage where a little abandon will serve her well." She snorts, "As for anything else, I DO NOT want to know." She smirks at Sebastion, "Well if you're not joining me, do you care if I eat?" she rests her hand on her slightly swollen belly suggesting a good reason for pressing hunger.
Sebastian is responding in kind too, though the language is perhaps a little more at home on his lips and more punctuated by a deep, throaty growl. "I'm an Argus. I took her on as Charge." Which means he's likely to be a good boy unless prompted to do otherwise. Because that? That's a sacred duty to him. His eyes flick down and then up again. "Why have it killed first then? Blood tastes better still pumping."
Micah does not understand that odd growing language. Or... whatever it is. He's just emerging from the house itself, probably heading out on his morning run. He pauses at hearing those growls and snarls and chuffs and yips. That's decidedly odd. He heads in that direction and offers nods to both Celeste and Sebastian. His approach is slow, not sure he really wants to interrupt.
Celeste blinks ans squints, "Ok, That tears it." she grimaces, "No offence, my last bodyguard was weir. I have nothing but the utmost respect in the prowess of an Agrus. You must understand how it looks, however." She then looks up and switches to Thari, "Hello, Lord Micah. You know..." she pauses and turns, still speaking in thari, "Forgive me, Argus, what is your name again? I'm lady celeste, and this lord micah but I believe you two have met?" She looks wry, "IT disturbs some family, staff, and guests. And sharing something /I/ kill as easy as a lamb would be becomes...less my nature." A pause, "Though could always order two lambs. You're a big strapping weir after all."
"Tears it?" Sebastian echoes with a low chuckle, making the switch to Thari without issue. Even if it is accented to all hell by his native land. "I understand how it looks, and if she had not come to that agreement I would be hunting her down. Until she gave me a cuffing fit to knock me off my feet." An easy admission for him. "Sebastian Bloodclaw." He nods to Micah. "We have met on more than one occasion, yes."
Micah half bows to Celeste. "Hello, Lady Celeste," he replies. He glances to Sebastian and nods then looks back to Celeste. "Yes, we've met." Couple of times, it would seem. He looks back and forth between the two, then half bows again. "I'm off on my run. See you two later." Really, he has no desire to talk about raw lamb, let alone eating it.
Celeste grunts, "She wouldn't need to, I'd have settled matters with you and her father. I don't much fancy the implication we cannot protect our own BUT...she seems to enjoy your company and that means she less likely to try to give you the slip-which I think would be unlikely." She blnks and gives Micah a strange look and oh's! "Micah, sometime-no time too soon-I'll need to discuss commissions with you."
Sebastian frowns at that. "What matters? You've lost me, m'lady. I have no desire to upset a Prince even, let alone a King. As far as I understand it she's a grown woman who makes her own choices on such matters. What my nose tells me, at least." He simply nods to the other man and lets him on his way.
The semi hasty retreat? Yeah, doesn't happen. Micah pauses and looks back to Celeste. He nods. "I can add you to my list." Pause. "Might be awhile before I get to it, though, it's getting long." The list? Perhaps. He glances to Sebastian for a moment but doesn't say anything before looking to Celeste.
Celeste grunts and waves her hand, "Nevermind, it's no matter. " She grins to Micah then, proud, "MAndrake smiths were once the most sought after in the golden circle, and Shane's skill...." her smile faulters and fades before she gets back on track, "It can wait, certainly, I am pleased to see a receptive market for your skill. Do me a favor, if someone ever GIVES you a weapon, either as a gift or to be reforged, would you be so kind to let me know as a courtesy?" She looks to Sebastion, "I'm sorry, if I'm intruding on your day. Welcome to join me but no means obligated."
Sebastian shakes his head, taking a step back as the pair talk weaponry. His own axe shaft is handled with a fondness to it. A favored weapon no doubt. He looks up again as he's addressed. "Stretching my proper legs would be a pleasure, m'lady. I reckon the chances of doing so in Amber are woefully short."
Micah smiles to the woman. "I just finished one for Lord Gino. He said he was going to let everybody in the Palace know I'd made it." He shakes his head a bit. "I'm half expecting my schedule is going to get very busy very quickly." He nods about Shane, and about it waiting. Then looks a bit confused. He raises a brow. "Um... why?" Not that he's refusing to let her know, mind. He simply wants to know why, first. Another glance to Sebastian as the man speaks, then back to Celeste.
Celeste mutters, "Because such items are dangerous and until you've have time to be exposed to the varieties of oddities and strangeness that can accompany blades, I'd like a few moments to inspect it." She then softens and explains apologetically, "Not doubting your knowledge of blades or how they are made but I watched helplessly as what I thought an honored gift from Llewella became my brother's obsession, and coaxed him to undo a binding on the blade that Dworkin himself had put on the blade. it is why his forge is off limits, and why my brother has had to be sealed by his Grace." she hiccups a soft breath, the grizzled veteran consumed with grief and guilt but managing only that brief flickering display before it's gone, "I am MOST keen for opportunities to show you what to be wary of so should you ever take an apprentice, you can do the same." she looks to Sebastion, "IF you've no fear of heights could take you over the wall for a bit, I can have someone call us if lady Amethyst looks to leave the grounds."
Sebastian shifts his attention away as personal things are spoken of, the man used to paying no heed when things are spoken about that he should have no knowledge of. But then given who he works for that should be no surprise to anyone. Who knows what he's seen in his time. He looks back finally as he's addressed and huffs a chuckle. "I have no fear of anythin', m'lady."
That brow is raised again. Or, more accurately, it simply lifts further. For a long moment Micah doesn't move. But then, the brow lowers and he half bows again. "As you wish, my Lady," he says. "I am always careful with blades people bring me. Never know what one might be able to do." He smiles to her, and half bows again. "Good day, the both of you." Time for a run, yep.
Celeste waggles a finger, "Everyone fears something-it just hasn't found you yet. Let's hope it never does." she looks to Micah, "I don't have authority to ask it of you as anything other than a favor amoungst cousins, but thank you. I might sleep...somewhat easier." She smiles.
Dirk walks in humming softly. He's rather bouncy in his quiet way.
Sebastian gives that curt nod to Micah as a goodbye, then turns his attention back to Celeste with a dark little chuckle. "Do they? Are you sure? I wouldn't put your coin on it if I were you. Now. You were speaking of hunting."
Micah pauses to grin at Celeste, and he nods. "Of course. I don't mind. I know there are enchantments and such on blades, but you know more than I do of them. I can learn from you." He grins and then turns to head off, already moving up into a jog. He waves to Dirk on his way out.