Making Up For Lost Birthdays
The Inn, 09/27/15
Wasn't hard to understand that the lack of light beneath his door was due to his lack of being there. Weeks had gone by since he had borrowed some of the shadows here, migrating across to unknown landscapes that had once forbid him from entering, centuries later and he had given up with playing by the rules. Traveling didn't take much out of him but the structure of thoughts he had, ideas that evolved, weighed down on his energy to keep him sleeping like a formidable beast for a few days since his return. Reshaping his stature into a more cordial mummification where clothes were concerned, drawing a t-shirt over the thick sinew of chest, shoulders, arms, before reattaching the fabricated limb of his leg. Fixing it to help with the phantom pain that never washed out from his sensory perception. Shae knew the secret, making it easy for him to not cover it up and keep the length of carpenter shorts he wore on, khaki in its travelers opaque color.
Destination didn't take long to reach given her room wasn't far from his own. He wondered what had happened between then and now, if she could precisely remember the sharp architecture of his features, could recall the bass of his timbre or the deceptive sound of his aloof laughter. Right hand balled together to knock against her door. His left hand carrying a medium sized gift box that wasn't wrapped in anything other than brown shipping paper with a knotted bit of twine holding it all together.
As usual, there was nothing but silence from her door. This, of course, didn't mean her absence. Light escaped the net of her wards and the warm glow that just stretched orange fingers onto his feet betrayed a presence within. Shae hadn't been expecting anyone and so the door opened a crack to reveal a slice of a curious, confused expression. "Who is--" The question stalled out as recognition widened the one visible eye. The door opened wide enough to reveal the sylph with a hand on her hip bunching a fold of her dress. Well look what the storm blew in, or so her posture said. Her face, at any rate, sported a wide smile. "Hello stranger."
"Stranger? Forgotten my name already?" Not sincere in any of the rolling thunder that was swept away by the curve of his grin. Head tilted at an angle to draw some of the flickering light from her own shelter to his face, shadowing a portion to help conceal the tease. "Thought I would stop by, say hello. Maybe see if you were interested in a gift." Casually rolling out the offering with his left hand, the right clutching at the door frame. "If you're not, though, I'm sure I can find someone else that would be willing to take it off my hands."
"Hardly. Did you come back to town because I spoke your name in conversation the other day? If that is what summons you I'll have to do it more often. I was beginning to think you had forgotten where I lived. Or my phone number." The witch took the step back needed to swing her door wide and gestured him inside. "Come on in, you. It so happens I have something for you as well. We can trade while you regale me with what it is that you've been up to while you've been away."
"I was wondering why my ears were ringing." Half truth, half lie. He swindled his humor into the cut of his smile, moving from the door frame to roll the bulk of his figure into her haven. The package he had been carrying was set down on an open space before he could take himself to a chair. At ease, completely, with no lines of tension tightening up his anatomy. "There isn't much to tell, unfortunately. Typical story about a humid jungle that I did some searching on, coming up pretty empty handed. Waste of time." A slight edge to his confession as if he was disappointed in himself, in the way things had gone, but it didn't linger longer. "Something for me?" Now he was glancing around for clues. (d)
Once the mountain had shifted his mass within, the sylph nudged the door closed. Her room wasn't terribly different. Perhaps a few more books crowding the bookshelf. A different sort of arrangement on her desk. There was somehow less of her presence here, as if it didn't retain as much of her essence as it once had. Perhaps it was the way the bed was still made, or the flowers that were dried in the small vase by the window. He claimed the solitary chair, and so she took to perching on her desk next to the package. Curious as ever, she eyed the parcel but managed to restrain the urge to pick it up. "I'm sorry to hear that. And yes, something for you." Leaning to the side, Shae opened a drawer on her desk and removed something wrapped in cloth and tied with a satin ribbon. This she held out to him. "Happy Birthday."
"Happy --", but it didn't take long for him to regain a type of cleverness, finding the rippling of what was happening when he reached out to take what she offered. It made him laugh. Not a bellow of a sound, not quite enough to escape an audible volume. It was rich with the sincerity of an eon old beast that had kidnapped the savagery and turned it into a more mundane sound. Still, in the thick of it, you could hear the rough scaling of a Cerberus tongue. "Happy birthday, to me." Guiding the clustering color of wet earth to slant a glimpse at her, taking in a snapshot Kodak moment that he wanted to retain for as long as he possibly could. "Thank you." Lifting the gift to tilt it in a toast to her, his shoulders still trembling from how he found this primarily charming of the sylph girl. "So, who opens what first, then?" Like a child, for a second, he was giving a playful shake of the cloth bunched together by the satin ribbon she decorated it with.
He caught on. And it pleased her to hear his laugh again, even if it was colored with bemused charm. "It's your birthday. You get to open your present first, or tell me to open mine, or have us open them together. Such is your prerogative." Shae explained as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. "I have a lot of birthdays to catch up on for you, mind, so if you don't like it we can just say it was meant for a time when you were a different man. If I'd had some warning I would have gotten you some sort of cake or sweet. If you like you can blow out my lantern?" Gesturing to the source of light on the side of her desk. One of the sources, anyway. There were quite a few lit candlesticks scattered about.
"I'm going to go and be selfish. I'll open first, you open second." Designating certain plans for something so simple. She had a habit, good or bad, of bringing out a certain degree of his grins that were normally not this alive. One was fixed to his mouth and didn't seem to be dissolving any time soon. "I'll save you from having to light the lantern again." Though there had been a hesitation in his answer to that; he regarded the darkness to be intimate, and her to be the slow burn that might light up the night. Teeth grasped bottom lip till he found his thoughts on the parcel, slowly unraveling the ribbon as not to completely shred the cloth it was wrapped in.
The contents of the cloth wrapping could easily fit into his hand. Two objects there that both seemed deceptively plain. One was an iridescent crystal on a silver chain. The other was a thin leather bookmark into which a design of whorls had been etched. As he unwrapped the items, she was reaching for a nearby book. "One thing at a time. First, the bookmark is meant to hide things." Here she extended the novel in her hand to him. It was number four in a fictional series. "Whatever book you mark it with, even ones that are enchanted it alters. First, it hides the contents." If he placed the bookmark in the pages of the tome she passed his way it would read as something different. A book of tax law or something equally dull. "Secondly it hides its own nature. It is extremely difficult to detect as it cloaks not only the magic it holds but the magic of the book, should any exist. I thought it might serve you if you have any sensitive records."
Confusion wasn't what was written between the lines of his features. He was more appreciative that he was even on the receiving end of such gifts. The book she offered was used as a tool to investigate just how it would work, and almost word for word, it achieved it's goal. "This is ..." Loss for words, right off the bat, immediately letting his thoughts wander to the tomes and grimoires that he was secretly hiding beneath the boards of his room. "This is amazing, Shae." Looking up then, finding the copper fields of her eyes where the fools gold was enchanting enough to lighten the ochre of his easy stare. "And this?" Lifting the crystal that hung from the necklace, arching a brow to help emphasize his curiosity.
"Is a rare stone from the world I came from." Her answer a continuation to his question. "I'm not sure if you're familiar with the like, but they are called ioun stones. When attuned to a person they float about your person. Unless, that is, they are attached to some item to be worn or held. There are certain mages from my world called ioun angels because the blur from the stones rotating around them looks like a halo." Here a small smile. "Each of them does something different. This one...put it on." And if he did so, she followed up with another suggestion. "Now hold your breath."
"You seem to be spoiling me." His statement was in jest, though; he didn't mind the gifts at all. As instructed, after setting down the book and mark, lifting the necklace over his head to let the crystal lay a little lopsidedly across his chest. Brow still remained at an angle that would help prove his curiosity, giving her an odd look when she suggested holding his breath. Which he did. What came of it had him relatively shocked, studying the way his lungs didn't burst into a heatwave of needing to intake air, feeling like he was breathing on his own while still managing to not let any of it out. When he did, he laughed, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards. "I feel like these things outshine what I brought with me." Nudging the plain brown wrapping of the box towards her, one hand flexing around the crystal.
"I told you: I'm making up for birthdays from before time immemorial. It's not my birthday. You're not expected, then or now, to give me presents of any specific caliber." Hand waving off his statements with a smile. Simple joy evident in the fact that he delighted in what she had picked for him. Easy excitement for a clever thing gone to someone who might appreciate it. At his nudge, she picked up the box he had brought and transferred it to her lap. "My turn?" Asked as fingers were already tugging at the string that held the wrapping. She had restrained herself, but Shae's inquisitiveness could only be contained to a degree. Mystery packages were a weakness. See for reference: his mail.
Speaking of his mail, she may or may not have some in her possession. It had been weeks, after all, and the cubbies only had so much space.
His mail had looked suspiciously low when he had come back. He had a keen theory of just who had been keeping tabs on it. Later, he would be sure to thank her and make a humored tease out of her stalking through his letters, be they junk or not. At this moment he was more concerned with watching her cast all that sly curiosity to the package that felt only slightly weighted and clinked beyond the muffled stifling of tissue paper. He unwound the necklace from his neck, laying it carefully near the bookmark, both prized possession that he was now the curator for.
"Yes, your turn." Leaning back some, anchoring his foot across the top of that artificial knee to take a more lax pose in the chair. His sights set on watching everything about her, from the tiny bend of her cupid's bow mouth to the filigree treasure of her eyes. Once the package would have been carefully opened (he suspected she wouldn't be tearing into it), she would find a few things. The first being a set of gold washed bronze bracelets with carnelian stones, engravings old yet festive, large enough to cover the entire forearm. The next would be five vials, each packed with specific herbs that were native to the small Utopia he had visited on his travels. He would go into more detail about them after he had had his fill of her expressions.
He'd have been not far off the mark about how she unwrapped the package. With no notion of what was inside, she wasn't apt to rip and manhandle. When she at last got to the contents she was glad she hadn't "Oh." Both exhale and sound of appreciation for the gift that greeted her. Hopefully he wouldn't be terribly offended that her first attention fell to the vials. Rhy'Din had been a treasure trove of new and rare plants, but that particular thirst was a hard one to slake. The sylph sought labels and held each toward the light in turn.
Clearing his throat, settling forward more to help guide his gestures at the specific vials she was picking up. "These are all, ah, rare species of flora that grow where I was at. You won't find them here, or really, anywhere else. That one --", the one she held first, the label reading Annularia, was pointed at. "-- aids in relaxation. You only need a single pinch of it in your tea, coffee, whatever you might drink." Nothing special to it aside from the fact that it had been extinct since before the Permian period. "That is used as a salve, when paired with typical other herbs you might use for soothing burns, wounds to the skin." He wasn't oblivious; she always had a certain air about her that was rife with elements ranging in the herbal area. "Now, those three there." When she began to inspect the last three, one labeled Nilssonia, another Williamsonia, and the last Zamite, he stood to cross the distance, which wasn't much, to lean over her shoulder to look at them with her. "Are toxic if you use too much, so much so that they could probably end a dragon's life in twenty seconds or so." Using dragons as an example given where they were, not sure if saying blue whale or elephant would help. "But, used correctly, they can connect you to your ancestors. Spirits. Whatever you probably call them."
Brows rose in appreciation for the descriptions he gave, particularly the relaxant and salve ingredient. Both were quite useful to the practical minded female. Contours of sable took a quick dive to furrowed as he explained the final three. Confusion evident as she looked up at him (for seated on a desk she still had to look up). Gold flickered between the vials and then back to his face. "I don't understand. Are you suggesting they are shaman herbs? Hallucinogens? How am I to know the correct usage of them?" Shae might know more than her share of poison remedies but if these could kill a dragon with such haste she would have to proceed with extreme caution. Frankly, they were probably highly illegal at that potency, not that she would care about the law. She already possessed a few samples that would cause concern.
"No, not really." He could almost taste the frown nestling a long her brows without looking directly at her face. He reached to take one of the vials, gently, from her fingertips before it could be nestled back into the box. "Most things like that are just that: Hallucinogenic. These will put you in touch with them." Literally. Teeth combed back over his lip, now letting his attention be baited to slant at her. Even as she propped herself on the desk, he was taller. His shadow could have devoured her but it seemed to not loom, had no menacing quality to it. "I'll show you the correct usage of them." An offer to go a long during that journey with her. "I figured it might be helpful, someday, for you. To maybe ask questions to those that would know more about you than even you do, or anyone else for that matter." Reminded by her quizzical nature regarding her own pedigree, how she was salivating with questions for one in the Family but possibly rattled by what to ask in the first place. "I wouldn't let you do that on your own." Giving confirmation that this was not some sick game that he was acting out on, taunting her with some promise like that only to see if she would fail given the dosage. "If you want. If not, I'll take them back." He seemed unconcerned if she did decide to refuse the gesture he was giving her.
Fingers traced over the two that remained in her possession as she listened to him, frown easing to allow her lip to be trapped between her teeth. In touch with them, her mind swam with potential questions about who she might speak to and what she would ask of them. She distracted herself with a confession. "I asked John to speak with me, finally. A few days from now. But this...Ezra this is..." This was Shae at a loss for words. The gesture had overwhelmed her for a moment and she held those vials like they were the most valuable thing she had ever seen. "I want them." She said it last with a quiet, hoarse tremble to her voice.
"You did?" Surprise wasn't very vast across the sea of his features, no matter how close they seemed to near the shore of her own personal space. He spoke quietly, hushed enough to let the vibration from his murmur tremble over her skin. "I think that's a good start." With talking with John. He knew, if anything, that they would not be of the same coded creature creation, but at least she would have someone to understand. If only a little. Her admission to wanting the gifts made him crack the crescent grin out across his mouth, white skin of his teeth barely visible. "Good. I thought they might help." He reached inside the box to grasp at one of the long bracelets, light as air yet they looked heavy in their dazzle of old world fashion. "And these, they don't do anything but look good. Might be well paired with one of your belly dancing sessions." A brief arch of his brow to help imply some kind of playful banter.
Despite her habit of answering rhetorical questions as if they were nothing of the sort, Shae let that one go in favor of the time needed to regain her composure. It took a lot of effort to tuck those vials back into their places in the box. More effort still to suppress further shake from hands or breath. One. Each breath counted out in her head. Two. Outside, in the distance she could feel concern through the tie to her familiar. Three. Her hand shifted to the second bracelet to look it over. "They're very beautiful. I'm certain I could put them with a routine of some kind." There her smile had returned in full with a breezy laugh for his fashion advice. "Thank you, Ezra. This was very, very thoughtful of you."