[hr][hr] [center] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/01989952-34dd-77e2-88e8-b6226c136e67.webp[/img] [hr] [color=5b8a9a]Location:[/color] The Feasting Hall [color=5b8a9a]Grimore:[/color] N/A [color=5b8a9a]Skills:[/color] N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Nicholas glanced across the other table where the artificer boy spoke to his brother and him. Nicholas could not recall ever carrying a conversation with HIM that invited the familiarity with which he spoke, but things were strange at these tables already. [color=5b8a9a]“I do not know of who you speak so I doubt we offered an invitation.”[/color] Nicholas replied plainly, ignoring Cal's plaything and his brother enjoying this back and forth they'd found themselves in. Certainly leave it to Barty to enjoy playing with the prickliest thing in the room. His attention however, was certainly torn away to the door. Three magpies flew in on a violent breeze and a cascade of fallen leaves trailed in their wake. Even Nicholas couldn't help but chuckle at their chosen resting place, the boy with the spirit of a tree coursing through his veins an appropriate choice. The working of omens were old magic, far less often these days as the world buckled beneath steel and concrete and apathy, but his memory had not faded enough to forget it was one of ill tidings, related to death, and Nicholas sent an [i]I told you so[/i] stare across the table to his brother. However, Rohan seemed familiar enough with it himself and he turned his attention back to his dining companion. [color=5b8a9a]“Barty prefers roughhousing to pleasantries. It is simply how he is; she will adjust or she will leave.”[/color] Nicholas shrugged, not offering any further explanation into his twin's nature. [color=5b8a9a]“Disney is an entity that offers children's fantasies for coin. Their Princesses are royalty that are frequently found favored from nature spirits and animals as an indication of purity of heart and wellspring of kindness.”[/color] Nicholas glanced across the table at Cal, a questioning look sent his way as the room chattered about heads and birds.