"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?"

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"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."
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"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."
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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?"

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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."
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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."

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

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

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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?"
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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."

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