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[blightedson]

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Re: Night of the First Day Celebration [ action ]

[blightedson]

[His smile deepens at that.]

I'm fond of you as well...

Night of the First Day Celebration [ action ]

[fleurdesel]

I brought you a little of everything. [ It only seems fair, and bringing the tray of food over gives her a little room to dip her head and hide her blush. ] And this-

[ This being a dish empty save for a circular disk of ice, not entirely unlike the base of a sculpture. ]

I am allowing myself a little frivolity with my magic tonight and thought, perhaps, I should give you the first of m works. Is there anything you would like in particular?

[blightedson]

[Felix smiles a bit but it's only muted because his face aches. His eyes are bright and delighted.]

Honestly? I can't think of anything in particular. You pick. [He can't deny that he's curious about what she would choose.]

[fleurdesel]

Let me think...

[ She rolls back one sleeve, resting her hand above the disk of ice for a moment. Then, slowly, hair thin strands of ice begin to build and spiral upward, branching off in an intricate fractal pattern as they twist into the shape of a flower; petals and stem and leaves lace and intricate with the delicate lines that repeat endlessly. ]

[blightedson]

Ah! That's lovely. And very precise. The control it would take... It must have taken a long time to study...

[fleurdesel]

[ Once it is finished she lets her hand hover a moment longer, the whole of it blooming with blue light before she pulls her hand away. The light fades gradually ,leaving the flower crystal clear. ]

That will help it last awhile longer. Perhaps for a day before it starts to melt.

[blightedson]

[Still a fleeting life span, though. He can relate.]

Thank you. It's beautiful.

[fleurdesel]

You are welcome, ma Douleur.

[ She takes what is now her customary perch on the side of his bed, shaking the chill from her hands so she might take his. Not for any pulse of Compassion's power- simply to hold it. Part of her wishes there was music, time, and strength enough in him to ask a dance; but this? This is enough. ]

[blightedson]

[He settles into being comfortable with her presence. It is, as always, extremely reassuring.]

Do you have any plans for the new year?

[fleurdesel]

Encouraging mages of different circles or no circle at all to share what they've learned and how they've learned it. Rewrite my articles and essays from the Spire- at least to the best of my ability to remember them. Save the world. Find a room without a hole in the outermost wall to sleep in. Take up actual sculpture beyond mere ice work if I find the leisure time. Start sleeping the whole night through. Mind Dorian for you, as someone must.

[ She squeezes his hand- who knows how much longer he has but- she will do all she can for him while he yet remains and as much as possible in his name afterward. ]

[blightedson]

[He smiles a bit at her because he's impressed by her dedication.]

though I am comforted knowing he won't be left alone, don't forget to tend to yourself somewhere in there as well.

[fleurdesel]

I'll find time, I suppose. But you Northerners. [ She sighs, fondly exasperated. ] You need so much minding.

[blightedson]

[He chuckles a bit.] At least us altus. The rest probably get along better.

[fleurdesel]

Oh I don't know about that. Benevenuta needs minding as much as Dorian- though Dorian and you both need it more. Though I can say, honestly, that I do not mind the minding.

[blightedson]

I'm glad you at least enjoy your work. Otherwise life would be terribly dull.

[fleurdesel]

On the contrary I should say you all make my life terribly interesting.

[blightedson]

That's likely true. It helps that your work is looking after people. It's not being held up in some room with a bunch of dusty books and no contact.

Not that there's anything wrong with enjoying being around dusty books.