"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?"
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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Mia thinks it over.
"I'll have to check the records. It's usually included in tuition but we do have it itemized."
Their server returns with their drinks about here and waits to take their order.
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Her mention of tuition has the gears turning. I could go to school here, and learn magic theory. But would I age, if the Story--
He straightens, abruptly. The Story. It gasped, and jerked into life again. How could he have forgotten that? Am I growing older, then? How strange! ...I have so much work to do.
"I'd like that," he says to his dinner companion eventually. "And I'd love to see if I'm able to study magic theory as well. Thank you again for this opportunity."
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"Oh? You should try some, then. We're close to some of the best seafood sources in the world."
Mia makes her order, which is the aforementioned blue gunfoot steak, and asks their waiter if he could please send along a message to Lady Jessica to meet them after dinner. This has her occupied enough to miss his start.
"Certainly. You should take the opportunity to explore your surroundings and try new things."
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"Then get better and meet me again." Lohengrin's steady voice floods Autor's ears as pain arcs up his shoulder.
No, he thinks, biting his lip. Not the sword. I would have learned it for you, but you won't want to fight me again, will you? There's no point in learning anymore.
He sips his water, drowning. "Do they still spar together?"
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She shakes her head a little with a laugh.
"I would think they spar even more now that Kyle is Master Mel's son-in-law."
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Autor's plate looks like it's got a nice little pile of orange-pink eggs, almost like a mini-croquembouche.
A mini-croquembouche of giga ant eggs.
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Remembering Mia's words of encouragement from before, he scoops a small, experimental spoonful into his mouth.
"Hrrk," he says, grimacing. Each of the slimy eggs pop on his tongue, ejecting the foulest and most sour liquid he's ever had. Karkat would be pleased.
Experimentation, he concludes, is sometimes foolish.
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She's never had giga ant eggs before. From the look of Autor's face, she's not about to start.
"Would you like to share my steak?"
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He sniffs, and doggedly takes another bite. It goes down easier, strangely enough.
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She trails off as Autor continues to eat. Why is she still surprised about him being stubborn?
Her own part of the meal is finished soon and a beastwoman in white robes walks up to them.
"Hey Mia, whacha need?" Jessica greets.
"Evening, Jess. I've a friend who could use a helping hand in the healing department."
".....he must be sick if he's eating giga ant eggs willingly."
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Half done. Damn.
"Giga ant?" he says, a little surprised. "Ugh. No wonder."
Setting his fork down, he turns to the two women. "I don't mean to impose, but I've a rather nasty set of bite wounds. If there's anything you can do, I'd appreciate it."
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"This is the third time it has sunken its teeth into me, so I'm fairly certain I would have keeled over by now if it were poisonous."
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She gives Mia an aside glance at that. The Guildmaster shrugs sheepishly at her friend.
That done, Jess gets back to work. She clasps her hands together and closes her eyes in concentration, her mouth moving while whispering the spell.
No, the prayer.
She finishes with a slightly more audible, "I ask this in the name of the Goddess."
And just like that, Autor's back in peak physical condition.
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He feels light. Dizzy. It might be the giga ant eggs, but he's choosing to believe otherwise.
"That," he says, blinking, "is a very useful incantation. How might I repay you?"
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"He's like this," Mia adds."
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"I'm not used to how the priesthood works," he says, "so this is a favor to me. One I'd like to repay."
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Mia has to cover her mouth to muffle her laughter. Babysitting is one thing but Rachel is another.
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And with that, Jessica takes her leave.
"You might have to train with Master Mel and Kyle just to handle Rachel," Mia gets out. "She's used to being around strong men."
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He sips his water and dives into his giga ant eggs again. Clearly he's not going to be bored in Vane--he already has a million and one things on his To Do list--but there's also something missing. Not entirely hollow, but certainly empty.
The boy wonders what it is.
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Mia thinks for a moment.
"Actually, I wonder how many of them might have been part of his crew during his days of piracy?"
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