Vellynne:
"You have surpassed my expectations, well done."
"Such is the manner of my house, and the report of each employer who's given me a task since I've come to Ten-Towns: quick, thorough work with results exceeding expectations." It wasn't said as a boast but simply a matter of fact while Mallory otherwise gave a demure bow of her head.
"As for the follow-up research, there's still more to report and I can be of service there as well. I'm quite fluent --" she gestured momentarily over the books and Neth skull alike
"-- and can help facilitate you in that regard. As for the other relics, I'd rather we give those greater examination somewhere less... populated. If you have anywhere you know of, that would work, otherwise I'm quite content simply trekking out a short ways beyond the gates and setting up a magical barrier to work within."
Vellynne:
As for this Super Heavy Magic, I advise you to keep it from my eyes and ears. I have too much to benefit from sharing any potential breakthroughs with the Brotherhood.
To that, the young noble simply shrugged.
"Good of you to say, but it's hardly an issue to begin with. Super Heavy Magic in this sort of form is like a lone cog from a Gnomish timepiece. A fine, precision component, indeed, but comparatively worthless outside of its context and surrounding mechanisms." she elaborated.
"We took it more as a security measure to prevent further degradation to its housing artifact than anything else. It's certainly worth investigation but is hardly the most pressing of affairs compared to others at hand. Speaking of which... pardon me one moment; it's about to become a little chaotic in here."
It's been an hour now, so that'll be one casting of Find Familiar completed. Going to need to do some component shopping soon...
All throughout the extended conversation Mallory had been at work and, with that moment of warning, had apparently completed her task. A gloved hand waved over the brazier of herbs and charcoal before its contents abruptly burst into an intense, near-colorless flame that warped the air as Mallory gathered the whole thing up. Brazier cupped within her palms as she lifted it to her lips and filled her mouth with its still-burning contents, seemingly without discomfort. There she held in silence for a few moments, eyes shut and lips pursed in focus, while memories flickered about in her mind's eye as they did every time she cast certain spells. For a moment she was a child again - small, hair braided, eyes and face red from crying, clutching an old tome to her chest with stubborn intent. She always recalled the dawning wonder in the moment she cast her first true magic, when she refused to let that awful killing spell define what spellcraft would be for her. When, through focus and preparation and an aching plea from the depths of her heart, she was able to reach out beyond the Veil and call forth a true friend...
Thus, in the present moment, Mallory swallowed the embers and the memory alike. With a deep exhalation she blew a long stream of pale white smoke from her lips that roiled into the drawn glyph, to fill its space and extend no further. Like a storm in a bottle the smoke whirled and danced and rapidly took condensed form until it manifested into a familiar shape. Ashen fur, tail curled to his side, owl-like wings folded peacefully down his back... the still form of Astre restored, sat with his head bowed and eyes shut in echo of Mallory's own pose. In perfect unison, together, they each raised their heads and saw - before anything else - each other's gaze meeting their own. A moment of serene greeting, of joining and reunion, just the same as when the two first met with childish eyes full of wonder so many years ago.
...a serenity which lasted precisely as long as it took for Astre to throw his head back and give the most pathetic
RRRRROOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLL~! at the top of his lungs anyone could ever hate to hear.
"Astre! Gods, you're going to wake the entire place! Will you-- for the love of, we're fine! We're all here, we're all fine, now please! Astre!" the young noble's efforts to console her Familiar were of little good as the Tressym promptly threw himself into her chest in a fit of cuddling and rubbing, apparently quite distressed. No sooner had she tried to gather him up in her arms than he just scampered right over her shoulder and around to the other side to leap at Rhydd! Headbutts and rubbing his face over and over the man's bearded jaw so long as he wasn't hoisted away on the spot. Nor were any of the others spared as he went from one person to the next in a rapid tizzy. A whirlwind of kitty affection. Just as before, Astre was intent on winding, rubbing, and otherwise assaulting each of his companions in a fit of relief at seeing them all still alive. Thankfully he'd at least quieted down to chirps and mewls, but he was still making quite a fuss regardless.
"He's like this every time he gets disincorporated." Mallory apologized as Astre was presently intent on trying to burrow into Khulekani's side, only to abandon her and bounce over to Idri a moment later for more of the same.
"In case none of you speak Tressym; he won't stop apologizing about letting everyone down before."
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