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Dust ([personal profile] mithrarin) wrote in [community profile] diatu2020-01-22 12:39 pm

Morning, Noon, and Night [Semi-Open]

Who: Dust and Tyzias, Sophie, and YOU
What: Dust hangs with friends, and possibly becomes them
When: Saturday.
Where: The Magicademy and Anastara

Morning

Two circles, huh. And the chance to change, for a while, into something else.

Today, Dust didn't need to be dragged into this experience, or cajoled or even just leaned on; he was out here willingly and in the full spirit of the adventure. After all, how many other people had he met here? Humans, ducks, trolls -- all of them very different from Warmbloods in body, but similar in spirit. How could he not be a little curious? How could he not feel that trying something like this out was good, even necessary, when his very existence had been driven from the start by a genocidal war between two different people?

And then again... Dust had never been anything but himself, as he was now. He hadn't even had the experience of growing up, and barely even aging. The idea of experiencing something beyond his own form and its nature and limits had a hold on him all the deeper for that, though he didn't consciously realize the fact.

So Dust waited by the two magic circles, looking about with an eagerness he tried to disguise. Someone would help him, he had no doubt.

Noon (for Sophie)

No classes meant that Saturday was an excellent day for training -- especially Sophie, whose eagerness seemed to know no bounds and who he suspected might try to keep him as long as she could. Which he could approve of except that if she wanted to learn how to use magic with swords, she needed to know how to use magic period, so not interrupting her classes made for better teaching.

So Dust waited in one of his usual training spots, out on the grass well away from any major paths or potential trouble to or from others, with his blades in hand.

Night (for Tyzias)

To Dust's immense amazement, he'd succeeded. Tyzias had agreed to go out for drinks with him.

The idea that he'd completely failed to communicate the spirit he meant the request in had yet to even occur to him.

So the cold night found them walking into town, with a bright sigil casting warmth over them both thanks to Dust's growing skill in Discovery. "I'm guessing you tend towards... harder stuff."

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