Once, she would watch the swallows fly south when the seasons changed, and though the brisk weather left Pfifer longing for the familiar warmth of summer, she never complained. It wasn't in her nature to cause a stir. The fussing done could be done on her behalf by others, but her independence started early. Years before meeting with the great ancients, she was a woman of few words and a practiced smile. The lesson taught came from humble beginnings, but recited the same way no matter who ushered the words. Even then, as she rose from the deviance caused for the good of her companion's state of being, it remained true. Her lips twitched ever so slightly before the pair vanished through the miasmic portal, finding the winds cold and the air particularly dry.
"Some things can never change."
Eyes closed for the journey, she didn't wish to see the vast expanse of the slipstream. She knew of the rifts, and of the endless possibilities for planes. Dimensions and pocket dimensions, countless options for hiding and plotting and escaping- but none she had taken to using. Her roots were in Telara, among the folk too fearful to speak her name, because those were who would receive the full extent of her wrath. Quietly, she assembled what was needed. Slowly, she drew the plans for exacting revenge. With every season to pass, she grew closer. Pfifer would bide her time until time dictated things would go exactly as planned. There was no room for error - she had already made enough mistakes to last her this lifetime, and the next.
The air was warmer here against her bared skin, though the remains of her robes seemed alive against the alabaster flesh. Stitchings reseamed themselves, and bit by bit, the fabric was mended and tended to without even the slightest effort from the mage wearing the cloth. By the time Leon had issued a kiss, Pfifer was once more pristine, with her bright blue hues searching the premises of the home. She hadn't been here before, to this place her lover now presented her with, and an almost hesitant step was taken towards the doorway. "Where are we?" Asked as though she didn't truly know, the question would hang in the air for several moments whether Leon intended to answer or not. When comfortable in her new attire, the woman journeyed further away from her partner to continue investigating this manor.
Pfifer had never been keen on surprises. She expected order, and reason. She expected calculation amid chaos. This location was nothing she agreed to. Her lips pursed and her nostrils flared ever so slightly before she crossed the threshold of the home. It was quiet, at the very least. Having seen the pools in the distance, vast ponds of highland variety, she gathered they were in Moonshade. No sight or sound of outsiders had crossed her thoughts, but that didn't mean much. They could wander this way if they wanted- strangers in their nest of vipers. She expelled a deep breath and furrowed her brow before continuing onwards, adamant to find the reason this was where he had taken her. To this place, unfamiliar to the mage.
"Is this your home, Leon?" Having to ask this didn't sit well with Pfifer, but she had never delved deeply into the superficial involvements Leon had been apart of prior to their pact. She didn't know of his past lovers, or friends, or of what he did within the Inquisition. She knew the important details though, and she knew what she felt, which perhaps had given the woman some sense of comfort when surrounded by Leon and his growing madness. Love was a frightening and diabolic emotion, but theirs was no different than anyone else's when it came down to the general basics. Any devoted lover would claim what the two had claimed, and their adoration was in such an early state, it was healthy to exaggerate. Of course, their extent of commitment was permanent. There would be no release from any mistakes they made with one another, besides the release true death would provide.
She kept her calm even when agitated. Pfifer was a like a great snake, serpentine still and watchful with her steps finally ceasing so a seat could be taken in the foyer. She noted books and notes, mementos in scarcity. Every bauble and trinket one would expect of a caster without all the immediate connections to loved ones they might have reminded Leon of. She noticed what he lacked, and at times, she considered how she fit into his solitary life. Changes would come for some, but for others, there would be no change. Life had a way of remaining exactly the same for those buried in their own arbitrary existences. "I'll have Juniper tea." One hand swept over her lap to smooth the creases in her robe while the other set of digits directed a wave towards where the kitchen was presumed to be.
"Lemon cakes pair well with it, as do rice wafers." Pfifer paused to look back from where she came to Leon, and added, "As you are now, I'm sure you're healthy enough to serve a guest. It's not that I wouldn't serve my self; I would. Just- well, this isn't my home, and I won't make myself cozy just yet. I have a few questions regarding this place." Running her finger tips against the visible bite mark just beneath the feathered collar of her ensemble, the mage tutted to herself. "Is this all yours, Leon? No servants or nosy neighbors?" Pfifer didn't expect he would answer incorrectly but she also didn't press further yet. She wanted tea first, for warmth, and to rest. While his body was supercharged with all that siphoned energy, her own had been drained. Fatigue gnawed at her insides and made her thoughts somewhat scattered. Again, she lingered on how quiet it was.
It made the sound of her pulse in her ears all the more aggravating.
"Some things can never change."
Eyes closed for the journey, she didn't wish to see the vast expanse of the slipstream. She knew of the rifts, and of the endless possibilities for planes. Dimensions and pocket dimensions, countless options for hiding and plotting and escaping- but none she had taken to using. Her roots were in Telara, among the folk too fearful to speak her name, because those were who would receive the full extent of her wrath. Quietly, she assembled what was needed. Slowly, she drew the plans for exacting revenge. With every season to pass, she grew closer. Pfifer would bide her time until time dictated things would go exactly as planned. There was no room for error - she had already made enough mistakes to last her this lifetime, and the next.
The air was warmer here against her bared skin, though the remains of her robes seemed alive against the alabaster flesh. Stitchings reseamed themselves, and bit by bit, the fabric was mended and tended to without even the slightest effort from the mage wearing the cloth. By the time Leon had issued a kiss, Pfifer was once more pristine, with her bright blue hues searching the premises of the home. She hadn't been here before, to this place her lover now presented her with, and an almost hesitant step was taken towards the doorway. "Where are we?" Asked as though she didn't truly know, the question would hang in the air for several moments whether Leon intended to answer or not. When comfortable in her new attire, the woman journeyed further away from her partner to continue investigating this manor.
Pfifer had never been keen on surprises. She expected order, and reason. She expected calculation amid chaos. This location was nothing she agreed to. Her lips pursed and her nostrils flared ever so slightly before she crossed the threshold of the home. It was quiet, at the very least. Having seen the pools in the distance, vast ponds of highland variety, she gathered they were in Moonshade. No sight or sound of outsiders had crossed her thoughts, but that didn't mean much. They could wander this way if they wanted- strangers in their nest of vipers. She expelled a deep breath and furrowed her brow before continuing onwards, adamant to find the reason this was where he had taken her. To this place, unfamiliar to the mage.
"Is this your home, Leon?" Having to ask this didn't sit well with Pfifer, but she had never delved deeply into the superficial involvements Leon had been apart of prior to their pact. She didn't know of his past lovers, or friends, or of what he did within the Inquisition. She knew the important details though, and she knew what she felt, which perhaps had given the woman some sense of comfort when surrounded by Leon and his growing madness. Love was a frightening and diabolic emotion, but theirs was no different than anyone else's when it came down to the general basics. Any devoted lover would claim what the two had claimed, and their adoration was in such an early state, it was healthy to exaggerate. Of course, their extent of commitment was permanent. There would be no release from any mistakes they made with one another, besides the release true death would provide.
She kept her calm even when agitated. Pfifer was a like a great snake, serpentine still and watchful with her steps finally ceasing so a seat could be taken in the foyer. She noted books and notes, mementos in scarcity. Every bauble and trinket one would expect of a caster without all the immediate connections to loved ones they might have reminded Leon of. She noticed what he lacked, and at times, she considered how she fit into his solitary life. Changes would come for some, but for others, there would be no change. Life had a way of remaining exactly the same for those buried in their own arbitrary existences. "I'll have Juniper tea." One hand swept over her lap to smooth the creases in her robe while the other set of digits directed a wave towards where the kitchen was presumed to be.
"Lemon cakes pair well with it, as do rice wafers." Pfifer paused to look back from where she came to Leon, and added, "As you are now, I'm sure you're healthy enough to serve a guest. It's not that I wouldn't serve my self; I would. Just- well, this isn't my home, and I won't make myself cozy just yet. I have a few questions regarding this place." Running her finger tips against the visible bite mark just beneath the feathered collar of her ensemble, the mage tutted to herself. "Is this all yours, Leon? No servants or nosy neighbors?" Pfifer didn't expect he would answer incorrectly but she also didn't press further yet. She wanted tea first, for warmth, and to rest. While his body was supercharged with all that siphoned energy, her own had been drained. Fatigue gnawed at her insides and made her thoughts somewhat scattered. Again, she lingered on how quiet it was.
It made the sound of her pulse in her ears all the more aggravating.
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