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thespherelogs2020-12-23 11:54 am
unknownmoirai) wrote in thespherelogs2020-12-23 11:54 am
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A MAGICAL MEETING OF MINDS [CLOSED]
WHO: Inësa & Harry Dresden
WHAT: A meeting of magical minds.
WHEN: Mid/Late December… ish.
WHERE: The fabric shop; Angelic Attire & Fabrics
WARNINGS: n/a.
Angelic Attire & Fabrics is located in an unassuming building. The storefront itself is small with a total of four figures in the windows, each dressed in styles that bridge both feminine and masculine as well as classic and modern. There is no one set clothing style but the miscellaneous decorations appear to be primarily constructed of furr or lace; likely a favorite of the owners and not the customers. The windows are frosted with the newer addition of cut out snowflakes and a familiar happy looking elf in the window. It does not look like it's doing anything nefarious but there is a half eaten plate of cookies sitting in front of it.
It doesn't look as eerie as it should.
When Harry steps inside a bell chimes, alerting the room of a new customer. There isn't anyone currently in the main room of the shop. The shelves of fabric have been pushed so that they lined the walls instead of creating rows across the room. Everything was neatly stacked and the polished white floor had been wiped down and cleaned. Along the floor was a clean white rug that made it look like there was snow circling the middle of the floor.
To the back left of the room is Lancelot's pen with real patches of grass lining the edges. The bunny is currently wearing a top hat that's been gnawed at and it looks as if there might be scraps of what might have once been bunny clothing scattered around the pen.
The back counter looks to be much the same with thread, fabrics and Inesa's sketchbook neatly arranged on the table with a small love seat placed behind it.
Inesa is easy to spot when she steps out from the back room of the shop. Her hair is down, loosely falling between slender shoulders in wheat colored waves. The dress she wears is white with a baby blue apron tied around her thin waist. She looks normal if not for her gray-blue eyes and the way that magic radiates from her. In a way she has miss lead him, it isn't that Inesa can use magic-- she is made of magic with a body she's formed to keep the overwhelming power delicately contained.]
You must be Harry. Am I right?
I am Inesa.
WHAT: A meeting of magical minds.
WHEN: Mid/Late December… ish.
WHERE: The fabric shop; Angelic Attire & Fabrics
WARNINGS: n/a.
Angelic Attire & Fabrics is located in an unassuming building. The storefront itself is small with a total of four figures in the windows, each dressed in styles that bridge both feminine and masculine as well as classic and modern. There is no one set clothing style but the miscellaneous decorations appear to be primarily constructed of furr or lace; likely a favorite of the owners and not the customers. The windows are frosted with the newer addition of cut out snowflakes and a familiar happy looking elf in the window. It does not look like it's doing anything nefarious but there is a half eaten plate of cookies sitting in front of it.
It doesn't look as eerie as it should.
When Harry steps inside a bell chimes, alerting the room of a new customer. There isn't anyone currently in the main room of the shop. The shelves of fabric have been pushed so that they lined the walls instead of creating rows across the room. Everything was neatly stacked and the polished white floor had been wiped down and cleaned. Along the floor was a clean white rug that made it look like there was snow circling the middle of the floor.
To the back left of the room is Lancelot's pen with real patches of grass lining the edges. The bunny is currently wearing a top hat that's been gnawed at and it looks as if there might be scraps of what might have once been bunny clothing scattered around the pen.
The back counter looks to be much the same with thread, fabrics and Inesa's sketchbook neatly arranged on the table with a small love seat placed behind it.
Inesa is easy to spot when she steps out from the back room of the shop. Her hair is down, loosely falling between slender shoulders in wheat colored waves. The dress she wears is white with a baby blue apron tied around her thin waist. She looks normal if not for her gray-blue eyes and the way that magic radiates from her. In a way she has miss lead him, it isn't that Inesa can use magic-- she is made of magic with a body she's formed to keep the overwhelming power delicately contained.]
You must be Harry. Am I right?
I am Inesa.
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I know. I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. I admit that I often speak freely of topics that not everyone is comfortable with but I can be more mindful in the future.
I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.
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[He shook his head.]
I've just...never met anything like you, and...that sounds pretty rude.
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Besides my sister, I do not know of anyone else who has left our world.
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[He nods, still looking slightly confused.]
But they'd have to have, right? Or how would anyone have been contacted by Angels?
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I don't know everything but I remember reading some from the history books that I used to study. There are many worlds like ours but ours was created for another reason. It is magic, we are magic and it is protected by that magic.
I never finished reading about it. I wish I had it now but that was why we were not to leave. I know that I am dangerous. If I didn't have this form... I don't know what would happen. [She takes her sketchbook and places it gently on the counter before turning towards Harry.]
I can keep this form and keep my magic contained but your words before. They made me wish to control it more. I want to keep the people I care about safe. [Even if that means that she has to protect them from herself.]
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I understand that. [And he did, at least to an extent.] I just...I don't even know if you are dangerous. I...could look. [And that sounded like a terrible idea even to his own ears.]
Are you familiar with the third sight?