Vane: Autor's Visit

[gorgonfondness]

"Meribia isn't very far from Vane, a decent commute," Mia answers as she pries Scorpius's small hand out of her hair. "As for the sort of job, that's kind of up to you but most of the work I can get for you easily is related to the library."

They've stepped inside a hallway of the Magic Guild Mansion, an oxymoron of ancient arcane history and new paint. Just in front of them and to their left is a guard standing by a door.

"Good evening, Majesty Mia," he greets with a bow. "Have you brought another visitor to the Magic Guild?"

"I have," she replies with a nod. "This is my friend Autor. He'll be staying here in the Magic Guild Mansion for a while."

"Autooooooow," Scorpius coos before jamming his teething ring back into his mouth.

Mia then turns to Autor and explains, "These are my quarters. We'll have to go downstairs to get to where you'll stay. By the way, would you prefer one of our private guestrooms or would you like to see the dormitories?"

Comments

[herr_bookman]

"I assume not everyone flies on dragons," he says, "so what is the usual transport? Horses and carriages, walking, or something more magical?"

Autor almost corrects her when she calls him her friend, but then he remembers that they actually are, aren't they? He also raises a brow at the guard's pointing out her station. "I knew from the book that 'Magesty' was your official title, and set of responsibilities... but it's still strange hearing you addressed in that manner."

Scorpius almost gets a smile. Almost.

"The dorms are fine," Autor murmurs. He already owes her a huge debt. His shoulders hunch a bit as he murmurs. "I didn't mean to call you back from Milliways, if you were looking to rest."

[gorgonfondness]

"Typically walking or carpets and brooms, though Draco can apparate. I wouldn't recommend apparating but then I'm not really used to apparating."

She shakes her head slightly at the thought of splinching.

"That's because my title doesn't mean a thing in Milliways," she tells Autor as they go down the stairs. "And I'm glad for that. I like having equals."

When Mia is a few steps further down than Autor, she turns around and notices his limping. "I'm fine but are you all right?"

[herr_bookman]

"Ugh," Autor says, wrinkling his nose. "I can't imagine apparating without a great deal of practice in bone growth. Splinching is too much of a risk."

He notes her views on Milliways with a nod. It does amuse him to be somewhat equal with royalty.

At her concern, he glances down at his leg. "Oh. This," he says, gesturing helplessly with his hand--which, if Mia looks at it, also looks a bit chewed on. "I had a run in with The Monster Book of Monsters recently." My third. "It's not a problem. I've a first aid kit with me, and I'm keeping an eye out for infection."

[gorgonfondness]

Mia frowns at that. Maybe this is what Draco was talking about all that time before? Why live with it if it can be fixed right away?

"I can't see you doing your job very well with a limp, though. I have some herbs but, since I can't exactly see how bad it is, it might be easier to have Jessica patch you up."

She waits for him at the bottom of the stairs while Scorpius strikes up a conversation with his mother.

"How about we ask Autor if he's eaten yet?" she suggests to the baby after listening to his input.

"Okay," he agrees.

[herr_bookman]

Augh, Autor thinks. She's right. The wound isn't serious, he thinks, but if she has to wait for it to heal, then he'll be even more a burden on her.

Carefully considering the issue of debts, he eases down the stairs as gracefully as he can manage. "It might be, yes."

Then he blinks--first at Scorpius, and then to his mother. "Hm! I'd forgotten how much you cluck. I don't eat at any particular hour. Are you hungry?"

[gorgonfondness]

Scorpius replies by holding his teething ring out to Autor.

"You don't want to give that to him," Mia tells her child. "You wouldn't be happy if you lost it."

He then drops it and Mia carefully stoops down to pick it up.

"I could use a good meal. Why don't we acquaint you with the local cuisine?"

[herr_bookman]

Smiling, Autor wiggles his fingers at the kid. "He's really teething now, isn't he? How many does he have?"

Taken up with the baby, the boy nods absently. "I'd be curious to see what that's like."

[gorgonfondness]

"Too many," is the automatic answer.

Kids always have too many teeth.

"How about we take him to his Nana and big brother before our dinner? His coming with us probably wouldn't be pleasant for anyone involved."

"Bih bah?" Scorpius asks.

"And Nana."

"Anana."

Mia tilts her head and says, "Her rooms are down this hallway. And it would probably be a good idea to meet Mother anyway since you'll likely work with her."

[herr_bookman]

Autor shrugs. "If you say so. I don't mind, but he's likely getting tired, right?"

Then he glances up at Mia's face. "Oh, right, um. And you, too." Of course she does. Mothers always need a break from their kids.

He nods stiffly. "I'd be honored to meet Lemia."

[gorgonfondness]

"He likely is, whether he'd want to admit it or not. And while I may be tired, I still need to eat."

She runs her hand through Scorpius's blond hair as they make their way down the hall. A gentle rap on the door at the end and there's a careful creak.

She looks very much like Mia, only older with deep blonde hair. Her smile is gentle yet her posture imposing. Even if Autor had never seen a picture of her before, there's no mistaking that this woman is Majesty Lemia Ausa.

"Oh Mia, has Scorpius calmed himself?" she asks, voice as delicate as her smile.

"Mama!" comes a familiar cry and Cepheus glomps his mother by the legs.

[herr_bookman]

Autor's going to hang back a bit until he's introduced; no need to spoil the family reunion. Besides, skulking in the shadows and gathering information is what he does best.

He's a bit relieved that Lemia stands the way she does; in a way, her bearing reminds him of Punie's. The two women are used to holding authority, and one would have to think very, very carefully first about challenging them.

Intruiging, he thinks, repainting his picture of her. If I'm to work under her, this job will be interesting, indeed.

[gorgonfondness]

Mia takes Cepheus by the hand and, as he keeps moving, spins him around a little.

"I've a guest with me tonight, Mother," she explains. "And we were about to go to dinner but Scorpius is getting rather tuckered out."

Lemia smiles wider and doesn't even say anything before taking the baby from Mia's arms. The younger woman gestures to Autor with her now-free hand.

"Mother, this is Autor. He's interested in working with you at the library."

"It's a pleasure, young man," Lemia says with a diplomatic nod.

[herr_bookman]

Autor smiles at Lemia, satisfied with the way she returned the favor of assessing him. Oh, I'm going to like Vane. Placing a hand over his sternum, he bows respectfully. "Majesty Ausa," he says, holding his pose for a few moments.

Then he steps back, nodding politely at Mia.

... And if he can get away with it without being seen, he'll grin and wink at Cepheus. Clearly they're going to have to play together soon.

[gorgonfondness]

Cepheus waves at Autor, enjoying their secret.

"Cepheus, can you watch Scorpius for us?" Mia asks her son. "I'm sure Nana will be happy to help you."

"I watch baby!" he answers. "I'm th'big bratha!"

"I knew I can count on you."

The older boy then lets go of Mia and ushers Lemia and Scorpius back into her room. Lemia indulgently lets him with another nod to Autor.

"I look forward to getting to know you," the former Guildmaster states.

[herr_bookman]

"Likewise," Autor replies smoothly, inclining his head.

Only after she breaks eye-contact does he turn his gaze to Mia.

[gorgonfondness]

Once the door closes with a soft click, Mia gestures to the other end of the hallway.

"Shall we?"

[herr_bookman]

"I like your mother," Autor says immediately. "She's much more commanding than I thought she would be. But calm, too. It's interesting; I wouldn't have thought the two traits would blend well, but she manages her presence well enough. I can easily see her ruling the Magic Guild."

Then he blinks, and flushes brightly. "Um," he says, fidgeting. "Sorry. I was thinking out loud."

When did I start doing that!

"So," he says, and coughs, "where are we going?"

[gorgonfondness]

"There's a nice restaurant not far away."

Mia opens the doors to the front of the Magic Guild, letting Autor out first and giving him his first glimpse of the Lunar sky, the Blue Star glowing bright in the night.

[herr_bookman]

"What on earth--" Autor starts, and has to stop when his brain catches up to his mouth. No. Not the Earth. Lunar. The moon.

"Mia," he says, catching up to her. "When you said you lived on Lunar"--O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable!*--"I thought you meant a place called Lunar. Not the actual moon!"

His stomach drops. The dizzy feeling makes him laugh a bit, releasing some apparently built up adrenaline. "Were I to come here a little bit ago, I would have called you a lunatic."


*Shakespeare

[gorgonfondness]

"Autor?"

She's tempted to take hold of him but isn't sure if that will help or only make things worse.

"It's all right, Autor. You're only a trip to Milliways away."

[herr_bookman]

He places a hand on his head. "I don't know if that's supposed to make me feel better or worse," he says, chuckling. "A bar at the end of the universe or a restaurant on the moon."

I wish, he thinks, with a tremulous smile, that I could be as calm as Lemia. Or even Lohen--oh.

The thought of the Knight sobers him right up. He drops his hands to his sides and stares at the road.

"All right," he says quietly, once he looks up. "I'm ready. My apologies for the inconvenience."

[gorgonfondness]

"Autor?" she calls again.

What in the world got him to switch so fast?

She reaches for his hand but lets him decide whether he wants to take it.

"Here, let's go eat. You might feel better with some food in your stomach."

[herr_bookman]

It doesn't even occur to Autor that she's holding her hand out for him to take. He straightens his blazer and pats down his hair, instead.

"So," he says. Time to concentrate on anything and everything that won't remind him of a frie--a man, flinching. "Since we appear to be on the moon, how are we even breathing? Where do you grow your food? How did you manage to farm everything? Do you have poetry about the Eart--er, the Blue Star like we have of Lunar?"

[gorgonfondness]

Mia lets her hand drop. All in its own time if at all.

"We don't have a scientific explanation but there are legends. It's believed that the Goddess Althena transformed this place into a world of life when the Blue Star became uninhabitable. It's as livable as the Blue Star used to be. And we do have poetry about the Blue Star."

The walk is short and hopefully comforting to Autor, the lights of the restaurant coming into view and, once they reach the door, the soft sounds of dinner conversation.

[herr_bookman]

Autor nods at her answers, and holds the door open for her. He tries to think of more questions for her, but it seems his well has dried out with his mouth. As he curls around the table, his best defense turns in on itself.

What did I say, exactly? What was my tone? I know what my intent was, but how much did I tell him? He was terrified for a moment, completely terrified. I couldn't have rattled him more if I tried! But I did try... so what did I say?

His thoughts have crowded out everything--to the extent where when he's handed a menu, he has to focus to make out the lettering. The panic draws him back to the present. If he can't read Lunarian, he can't work in Vane.

Luckily, he can. "Barrel snake steak tips braised in truffle sauce and served over Iluk greens?" he says, blinking. "That sounds awful."