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Magnolia hadn’t expected her presence to fully be acknowledged. Not for any reason in particular, but simply because she was used to not having to be so…social.
Her eyes lock onto Caelum as he speaks, his voice washing over her like waves of the oceans kissed by the heat of a thousand suns. “Welcome,” he speaks in the same tone as her, although it is not mocking as she may have expected. The delightful sound of Loke’s fiddle fills the air as Magnolia seems to be caught fully in the trance of Caelums voice.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, speaking a bit slow to make sure his words are heard woven in the melody that floats in the air.
Before she thinks to respond, her eyes are torn to the paper in his lap, not shielded from her vision.
Her mouth parts slightly in shock as she sees the image he had brought to life onto the sheet.
Is that…her…?
Magnolias eyes snap back to Caelums. No. That wouldn’t make sense would it? He is quite talented though, his muse is certainly blessed.
“It is nice to meet you as well.” She smiles, still standing, although her form is more relaxed.“I’m Magnolia,” she says, a honey like French accent ringing out at the end of each word.
And it certainly was nice to meet him. Maggie wasn’t quite sure as to why, perhaps it was the bewitching rhythm of Loke’s fiddle, but she was entirely ensnared in Caelums gaze.
Finally after what felt like much longer than it was, she tears her eyes away, picking up Muricle.
“And this is Muricle…he is a frog.”
What…what the fuck was that?!
Magnolia curses herself on the inside of her thoughts. Well no fucking shit Muri was a frog, the hell?
Internally, she begged for Loke to stop her from making a larger fool of herself.
Magnolia hadn’t expected her presence to fully be acknowledged. Not for any reason in particular, but simply because she was used to not having to be so…social.
Her eyes lock onto Caelum as he speaks, his voice washing over her like waves of the oceans kissed by the heat of a thousand suns. “Welcome,” he speaks in the same tone as her, although it is not mocking as she may have expected. The delightful sound of Loke’s fiddle fills the air as Magnolia seems to be caught fully in the trance of Caelums voice.
“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, speaking a bit slow to make sure his words are heard woven in the melody that floats in the air.
Before she thinks to respond, her eyes are torn to the paper in his lap, not shielded from her vision.
Her mouth parts slightly in shock as she sees the image he had brought to life onto the sheet.
Is that…her…?
Magnolias eyes snap back to Caelums. No. That wouldn’t make sense would it? He is quite talented though, his muse is certainly blessed.
“It is nice to meet you as well.” She smiles, still standing, although her form is more relaxed.“I’m Magnolia,” she says, a honey like French accent ringing out at the end of each word.
And it certainly was nice to meet him. Maggie wasn’t quite sure as to why, perhaps it was the bewitching rhythm of Loke’s fiddle, but she was entirely ensnared in Caelums gaze.
Finally after what felt like much longer than it was, she tears her eyes away, picking up Muricle.
“And this is Muricle…he is a frog.”
What…what the fuck was that?!
Magnolia curses herself on the inside of her thoughts. Well no fucking shit Muri was a frog, the hell?
Internally, she begged for Loke to stop her from making a larger fool of herself.
