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silvermoonlady ([info]silvermoonlady) wrote in [info]halcyon_houses,
@ 2008-09-17 10:42:00

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Entry tags:mircea, sydni

Week 18: Tuesday Evening
Who:  Sydni and Mircea
What:  Checking up on his victim?  Heh.
Where:  Sydni's room

Being a werewolf was incredibly unfair, Sydni had decided.  Pixies and sprites got to be all cutesy in the fairytales, while werewolves were bloodthirsty killers - point one that sucked.  Point two was the insanity prior to the full moon.  She knew she was not herself before the full, and try as she might, she couldn't control her mood swings or the urges that sprang on her.  Sucked for someone who prided herself on being in control (had to be when you worked in the conditions she did).  Point three was that after the full, after the lunacy had passed, did she get to enjoy the relief of it all?  Oh no.  Not one bit.  Instead she felt like she'd been tossed around by a tigershark looking for a snack.  Her body ached in places she didn't even know she used.  Being a werewolf sucked.

This was pretty much her thought process as she sat at her desk, trying to get some work done.  She'd really slipped up this past week, and she needed to get caught up.  Especially since she wanted to be able to celebrate Lammas tomorrow - she'd never been anywhere where one of her holidays was celebrated by the general populace.  It was really very cool.  In a fit of restlessness over the weekend, she had decorated her altar a bit in a harvest theme.  She had stalks of dried grain bundled in the right corner, and a cornucopia in the left.  If she'd been more focused, she'd have made one herself.  Instead, she bought a little wicker one, and filled it with nuts and fall-themed Hershey's Kisses.  Once the harvest season was over at Samhain, she would toss the Kisses (unwrapped) and nuts outside for the faeriefolk and forest critters.  Maybe she could work some of the nuts into a bread for her cakes and ale.

In any case, she wanted her homework done so she could enjoy the holiday - perhaps there was a coven or even a group of solitaries who would be holding a ritual?  She didn't really know anything about the Pagan community on the island.  With 'real' magic, perhaps there wasn't much focus on the spiritual kind.  Whatever the situation, she'd be able to enjoy the festivities, and if she needed, she could certainly return to the school to perform her own personal ritual and then finish off the day enjoying the public celebrations.  But, she needed to have a clear day to really enjoy the holiday, so despite the aches in her body, she was trying to get her work done.

Her concentration (well, that's what she was trying to do) was broken by a knock at the door.  Startled, she dropped her pencil and sighed as it rolled under her bed.  She was not getting down on the ground to find it right now.  Too sore.  Getting up stiffly, she went over to answer the door.  And the person standing there was probably the last person she expected to see.  She stood, open mouthed for moment, before she realized she looked like an idiot, and was being a bit rude.  "Oh, I'm sorry!  Um, come in."  Her confusions showed on her face, though, even as she gestured for him to enter.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-19 10:26 am UTC (link)
If anyone had asked Mircea if he preferred to be a shape shifter or a werewolf, he would have chosen the former again and again. All the power and healing in the world couldn't remove the fact that the full moon was a major inconvenience to anyone of the were variety and if there was one thing Mircea did not want to give up, it was control. Instead, he could shape shift into a wolf and a raven and that suited him just fine. He had no need of becoming some giant slathering man beast once a month and he held nothing but pity for those who were subjected to that.

Speaking of pity. He had made his way to the girl's floor in the House of Fire, feeling rather impish about it considering that as a member of the faculty he probably shouldn't have been here. He wanted to check up on his victim, though, as he hadn't heard from Sydni after the full moon. She should be entirely healed, but it was always best to check. Walking to her door, he raised his hand for a knock and rapped sharply.

Mircea folded his hands and waited, a neutral expression on his face as he stared at the door. He didn't really see the point in same sex floors, especially considering the fact that these students probably sneaked around all of the time. He would have sneaked around if he were a student...hell, he was faculty and he was sneaking around. Glancing up as the door opened, he looked at the girl standing behind the door before he raised a brow. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Good evening, Sydni...I hope I'm not interrupting," he said as he stepped in, casting a look down the hallway. "I just wanted to check on you to see how you were after our little incident."

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-19 10:46 am UTC (link)
"No, you're not interrupting... I was just doing some ho-homework," she stuttered as she tripped over the pile of shoes behind the door. "But we have tomorrow off anyway, so it's fine," she finished rambling as she closed the door.

It was sweet of him to come and check on her. It really hadn't been that bad, and had actually been healed by Sunday. Smiling softly, she nodded. "Thank you. And it's all healed." Pulling at the neckline of her shirt, she showed him her shoulder, all healed, not even a scar.

Still a bit nervous around the man, as he was still a new acquaintance, she stood awkwardly for a moment. "Oh! I have your scarf. I cleaned it... Most of the stain came out..." Going over to her desk, she fumbled a bit through one of the drawers before pulling it out. Really, the stain was nearly unnoticeable - she had used hydrogen peroxide before watching it, which nearly always took care of bloodstains.

If Mircea chose to look around, he'd notice that she kept things rather simple, neat and tidy. The only really 'extravagant' decoration was her altar, now decorated for the harvest season. Otherwise, the usual statues - Diana on the left and Poseidon on the right - were accompanied only by the four bowls filled with three stones each. Now, there was also a pumpkin spice scented candle placed at the center of the altar, as of yet, unused, its wick totally white.

Besides the altar, there were a few pictures, family portraits of her own family and of Jason's. There were three stuffed animals on her bed, while the spare bed had a number of pillows to make it comfortable for use as a sort of couch. She had a mini-fridge, microwave and TV and DVD player. Very simple, and rather dorm-like, which made sense.

Handing over the scarf, Sydni asked with concern, "You've not gotten in any trouble, have you?" Even Charlie had seemed to recognize that it had been her fault, and looking back, she felt it rather foolish she'd told him anything. He was liable to freak out - he'd done it before. Not that she'd said who had thrown the knife. Still, he seemed worried enough about her well-being.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-19 11:45 am UTC (link)
Mircea smiled, the edges of his lips pulling up in the smallest of amused smirks. "Homework? On a night when there's no classes in the morning?" he asked, looking slightly unconvinced. He rather hoped she wasn't that boring. She seemed a bit wilder than that to him. Perhaps it was an aftereffect of the full moon. She did look fairly tired.

Tilting his head, he looked at the skin on her shoulder, reaching out with his fingertips to brush the skin, as if he didn't believe her. He pulled his hand back, as if realizing that the touch was inappropriate, though in reality he didn't care. Her skin was soft and smooth. She was right. It hadn't scarred.

His eyebrows raised again and he watched her busy herself with fetching the scarf he'd forgotten that he'd given her. He wasn't really terribly worried about a scrap of fabric. She could have kept it and he'd not have remembered it for a good while. Things he valued he kept safe and put away. He certainly didn't hand them out to people, even people he'd wounded. He glanced around as she busied herself, noting the pictures and of course the altar. It was a charming little set up, more decorated than his own sparse apartment, and he glanced back as she spoke.

"No, but then, I've not raised attention to the accident. I suppose I should have told the faculty, but I didn't see any reason to alarm them." He shrugged and then gave her another smile. "I am sorry for any hurt I caused you." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small blue seashell bracelet out of his pocket. "I found this and figured it might make a decent apology."

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-19 12:06 pm UTC (link)
Smiling almost guiltily, realizing that it was less than exciting, she replied, "Yes, well, I wanted to be able to enjoy tomorrow. I've never been someplace where one of my holidays is celebrated in general, and I think it will be fun to enjoy the festival." Since Mircea had already commented on her tattoo and pendant, she was not nearly as reticent on the subject of her faith as she usually was. Honestly, she would never have thought herself that wild - but perhaps there was a wild woman at her core that someone just needed to bring out in her. She did like fast motorcycles and swimming with sharks, after all.

Startled at the touch, she froze and held her breath unconsciously. She wasn't used to being touched. She wasn't frightened, just surprised. Her timid nature made her heart race a bit at it, but she wasn't frightened - despite the fact that he had thrown a knife at her only days before.

"Really, you needn't apologize..." her words faded off as he drew the bracelet from his pocket. Even if it was just a small trinket, she couldn't help but be really taken by it - it had been a while since someone had gifted her anything for no particular reason. "Oh, it's beautiful..." she said, taking the bracelet from him. It was only an afterthought that she realized the bracelet was silver in color, but she felt no burning, so it must have been something else. Not white gold - that was too expensive, wasn't it? Smiling gently, she quickly moved to clasp it on her slim wrist, used to doing such things on her, having lived alone for so long.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-19 05:31 pm UTC (link)
Mircea nodded. What she had said made sense. It had struck him earlier that the celebration of the pagan holiday would be nice for those who had been closeted by the world's narrow views on the old traditions. He himself hadn't celebrated a single holiday for decades. A gift here, a gift there was all he really needed to do, and then gifts were often just a way to curry and buy favor from those he wanted to woo or needed to trust him. "Yes, I have to admit it will be the first time I've seen the festival actually celebrated in my life. It will be nice."

She didn't pull away from his touch which made him realize that she didn't find him repulsive. A spark of interest, fanned by that very realization, came to light. Pulling his hand away with a murmured apology, he gave her a seemingly bashful smile.

The bracelet wasn't silver - Mircea had made sure of that. He didn't know if it was white gold or no...he'd gotten it so long ago that he'd forgotten. It had just been in his collection of odds and ends and he'd decided that it might aid in helping Sydni to forgive him for his easy hand with the knife. He had felt the slightest bit of guilt for essentially stabbing her and he found that gifts often not only soothed bruised egos, but they made him feel less guilty, if at all. He reached over to help her clasp the bracelet when she moved to do it and when it was done he smiled.

"It looks lovely on you." Taking a breath, he gave another smile. "I really should go...I could get into quite a lot of trouble sneaking around like this," he teased.

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-20 08:50 am UTC (link)
Startled again at the close contact, Sydni froze and held her breath for a moment when he helped her to clasp the bracelet on her wrist. After a moment her hand fell away and she simply watched him make quick work of the bracelet - she would have fumbled for several moments with it. A shy smile played on her lips, and a slight blush rose to her cheeks. He was being very sweet, and it was greatly appreciated. Of course, he needn't have worried about her forgiving him - she already had. In truth, she felt it more her fault than his.

At his words, her blush deepened, and she chuckled low. "I don't see why... You're not doing anything wrong." It was true - to Sydni at least. This was an entirely innocent, though unexpected, visit. Aside from that, he wasn't a student. And she wasn't a young student, naive and easily swayed. Not in her opinion, anyway.

"But I should get back to my work," she murmured casting a look over her shoulder toward her desk. "Don't want anything interfering with the festival tomorrow..." she said with a shy smile.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-20 02:59 pm UTC (link)
Noting the way she froze again and the soft blush that infused her cheeks, Mircea decided that she would be fairly easy pickings should he decide to turn on the full scope of his charm. He just might. She wasn't a little girl, like some of the students here, and she was interested in the things he knew and had to say. That right there made her interesting to him. He smiled softly, letting his fingertips linger for just another moment as he straightened the bracelet.

"Well, how would it look to the administration?" he asked, one dark eyebrow raising as he smirked. "I doubt they would give me a lot of time to explain the situation...most people don't give me the benefit of the doubt." A member of the faculty standing in a student's room, alone? What would people think? Mircea knew what he thought, but he always assumed the worst of people. It was smarter that way.

"Ah yes, the festival - I assume you'll be celebrating it in the town?" he asked, his eyes moving back to her altar. "If you are, I might see you there."

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-20 10:47 pm UTC (link)
While Sydni would not fall for the charms of someone she thought insincere, or who used the most typical of charms, she did not have the kind of heart that lent itself to suspicion. She didn't often think of another's ulterior motives, as she generally had none of her own. She was a genuine person, and even if she knew the world was not always so straight forward, her heart expected the same kind of honesty in others. As she expected no ill-intent from Mircea, the flush in her cheeks stayed as his fingertips lingered on her wrist.

Stepping back a bit as he began to speak again, she rubbed her wrist slightly, unintentionally showing her internal indecision on whether she was really comfortable or not with his attentions. Certainly he was, very, attractive and quite charming. But she was timid. No amount of charming or attractiveness could totally conquer that in a moment. Her blush deepened tremendously at his words and she chuckled nervously at the imagined scandal. "Of course," was all she could think to come up with. His point was true, even if she knew (believed, rather) that someone would have to believe the truth.

"I plan on it. If there is no open circle, I'll come back her for a private ritual, but I think it would be fun to have a Sabbat celebration with others again." Obviously pleased at the thought of meeting him there, she smiled, "Really? That would be fun. I hope you do come." Curious, as it had never been discussed really, she asked, "Do you practice?"

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-22 02:23 pm UTC (link)
Mircea, it seemed, had nothing but ulterior motives and most of the time he expected the same out of everyone else. The matter was trying to figure out what those ulterior motives were and how he could exploit them. The only time he didn't expect it was when someone seemed innocent. He wasn't going to assume that Sydni was innocent, but thus far she hadn't seemed to catch onto the fact that he wasn't necessarily a good man.

Then again, no one had caught on yet, except for Cassandra...and even she wasn't so sure he was as evil as she once thought him.

He watched Sydni, noting the way she touched her wrist and then the way her skin reddened with his words. Mircea decided to step it back a notch after that. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl by turning the charm up to full, so he smiled at her and stepped back just a little as well, making the movement seem as natural as possible.

"I'm sure there will be an open circle. The old traditions seem a bit more popular here than anywhere else I've ever been," with the exception of the carnival. Not everyone in the carnie business was Christian (though the further south you went the truer it became) and celebrating the pagan holidays had been entertaining to say the least. "Not quite as much as I used to," he answered. "I've become a little lax, simply becasue of my travels."

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-22 02:44 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't so much that she hadn't caught onto the fact that he was hiding something. It was more like she always believed in the good in people. So what if they'd done something horrible even - they could still do good now, right? Perhaps the belief left her with a lot of disappointment, but she always had hope, which, she supposed, many others did not.

Smiling at the prospect of celebrating in an open circle again, Sydni could feel the energy building in her at the mere thought. "Really? Do you follow a tradition? Stregha?" If he did, it was the old Stregha undoubtedly, not today's renewed version. Of course, he might not tell her. The Stregha were very secretive, and believed that organized religion weakened the magic. So he might not go to the festival, at least for magic, after all. In truth, Stregha was much darker than what she preferred to practice. But it was old, strong magic, and she respected the tradition. Many Romani practiced it. "And I do understand. There were times when I didn't practice a lot because I was so busy. I'm glad things settled to where I could though. If you would like a hand in a ritual or anything, I'd be more than happy to participate."

She liked Mircea, and she felt that a pagan rite was much more personal than a Christian rite. Firstly, the practitioners communed directly with the divine. Also, not everyone was welcome to the circle - only those who entered in perfect love and perfect trust. Christian churches did not make that distinction. For Sydni, it felt much more safe that way. She would have liked to experience that kind of personal celebration with Mircea.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-22 03:10 pm UTC (link)
Mircea might have been offended by the idea that someone believed that he could do good, but then again sometimes he surprised himself by doing just that. For instance, his immediate response to Cassandra's attempted suicide had been to take her to the hospital and then to find her a home where she wouldn't be persecuted or used for her powers. Eventually, he convinced himself that she was of no use to him dead, but that hadn't been his initial thought. He'd been horrified that his negligence had led to a girl finding death preferable to the life he'd provided.

Shaking his head just a scant bit, Mircea pursed his lips. "No, I've never had the opportunity to actually pin myself down to one type," he knew of Stregha though. Many Romani women practiced it...as a matter of fact, he was certain that the woman who'd cursed him had used Streghan magic. "I play much more fast and loose with my own worship," he gave her a crooked grin. He'd dabbled in nearly every form, trying to find the cure to the curse that afflicted him.

"Times have indeed changed...you're lucky that you can practice now and you won't be stoned for it. When I was born, you didn't have that option...you didn't practice or you'd be dragged out into the street and beaten," he murmured. Sadly, it was true. He'd even seen it happen once on a farm he and his family had worked. A young woman had been accused of cursing one of the owners of the farm and she'd been beaten to death in front of her family.

That man hadn't been cursed before, but he was cursed after that, for certain.

He thought in particular of the rituals of Lughnassad, of the different ways that they'd been celebrated over the years. He was sure he could make some suggestions to Sydni, but he didn't know how well they'd be taken. Most witches didn't practice the literal mating of the God and Goddess, instead choosing some effigy with which to practice with. "I don't have any particular ritual planned...I was thinking of observing the festivities in the town tomorrow...to get a feel for it here."

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-22 03:27 pm UTC (link)
"I don't either. But I work best with the Greek pantheon," she gestured to her own altar. The statues were really the pride of her altar. They had cost quite a bit, and her altar had felt complete when she finally added them years ago. Strangely, they were beginning to feel out of place. She really did need to borrow that book she'd seen on Hellenist practices. Perhaps her patronage had shifted to someone else. She didn't doubt that. Laughing, she shook her head at that description. "Fast and loose?" It was a strange way to describe faith, but then, what wasn't strange about faith?

"How old are you?" Sydni asked, suddenly realizing that perhaps Mircea was older than she thought. Vampires stayed young forever, and she herself would look young for longer - she didn't even know Mircea's race. And while she didn't have to worry about being stoned, she had faced hostility. Even feared for her safety once. Drunken rednecks... But she certainly did have more freedom than many who came before her. "And... I'm sorry you lived through that kind of thing..." Sadness crossed her face. Not the sadness of pity, but true sadness. Things like that that had happened in the past made her sad - the loss was irreparable. It was the present acts of injustice that pissed her off. And she could be quite fierce in those instances.

No, Sydni did not practice the older tradition of playing out the Great Rite. A dagger dipped into a chalice worked fine for her rituals. Not that she would have been opposed to practicing that sacred rite with someone she cared for seriously. She just didn't feel the need to practice it with someone she wasn't already intimate with. Nodding, she said, "That seems like a good idea. I do hope I'll see you there. Even if there is no ritual, it will be fun to see the festivities."

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-22 08:10 pm UTC (link)
"Greeks?" he asked, a small smile touching his lips. "How modern," he teased. Ironically enough, part of what he was saying was true. He was used to those who practiced with the Babylonians, the Aesir, or the Slavic Gods. He preferred the Gods who were less known by popular culture. It allowed him at least a feeling of communion with the lesser known Slavik gods. After all, they had a name for creatures such as him. He was considered a leshy, though it might not have been entirely the truth.

"Fast and loose, yes, because there is so much that is not known about the true worship of certain Gods...besides, worship is how you choose it and how you perform it, is it not? It differs for everyone." He shrugged one shoulder, smiling more broadly this time.

To her question, he laughed. "Nearing a century. I was born in the early nineteen hundreds." He inclined his eyebrow before shrugging one shoulder again. It seemed that was his standard response to quite a lot. "It was what it was. People have changed a little since my youth, for the good I would suppose, though the ignorance is still there." He said, noticing the look on her face. He'd long since abandoned such sadness himself.

"Of course, it'll be one of the few chances I have to actually enjoy the island outside of my work. The library takes up a lot of time. At least, managing it properly does." That, and he sometimes decided to annoy students in his animal forms. That took up time as well.

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-22 08:24 pm UTC (link)
Sydni smiled sheepishly in response to his comment. The Greek pantheon was relatively young. If she knew more about other cultures, she might have been more interested in other pantheons, but she didn't like taking things totally out of context. Although many of her friends had been quite interested in Native American practices, she had never really dabbled in it. She didn't know the culture, and as it was a living culture, she felt it almost rude to borrow from it. It was a personal choice, though, and she never felt that her friends were wrong in their practices.

"Oh, that is true," Sydni murmured. As much as she wished to practice in true Hellenistic style (sans the sacrificing of living creatures), she knew that much had been lost to the past. She smiled at the second part of his statement. "That is also true," she agreed. How one experienced the divine was very personal, in her opinion. Very individual.

"Really?" she couldn't hide her shock in her tone. She never would have imagined. Miklos had seemed old - not in a way that he was outdated or decrepit, but in a way of wisdom. Aged. Mircea, she would have guessed, was wise about people. But she never would have guessed his age. "What are you then?" Pausing, she blushed. "Oh, that sounded terribly rude," she murmured now that the words had popped out. Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she worried she'd offended him. It sounded rude to ask someone 'what' they were - as if they were some thing.

Smiling again, Sydni nodded. She wouldn't have been annoyed to meet either of his forms. Even a trickster crow. Her parents never failed to enjoy a story of how a seagull had run off with a $20 bill of theirs, and Sydni could certainly enjoy a similar trick. Something irreplaceable, like her sapphire bracelet from her father... Well, she might have been less inclined to laugh then. But still, she wouldn't have minded a visit.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-22 08:34 pm UTC (link)
There was nothing wrong with the Greco-Roman pantheon, to be honest, it was just a bit more kitschy than the others. More famous, more well-known, but there was something to be said for that. At least she would be practicing closer to the truth.

"I suppose you could find someone who had been alive in those times, but they wouldn't have seen everything, so it's rather hit or miss on whether you get the one person who has seen it." He moved back and leaned against the frame of her door, his stance easy and relaxed as he folded his arms across his chest again.

"Yes," he laughed, not at all surprised by her reaction. Most people reacted that way when he told them his true age. Hell, even when he told them that he was forty, the age he claimed to be often enough, they were surprised. He grinned at her forwardness and then held up a hand. "It's not. I'm a shape shifter," he inclined his head slightly. "But a true shape shifter, not a were-animal."

Mircea didn't steal entirely too much in his crow form, but there were times when he couldn't help the wanting of shiny things. It was just natural for him and the crow, after all.

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[info]silvermoonlady
2008-09-22 08:46 pm UTC (link)
Smiling, Sydni observed, "He, or she, would have to be very old. I don't know I would feel right approaching someone like that." Her timidity made her easily intimidated - especially by those with great power or great wisdom.

"Oh... What do you change in to?" It seemed like a logical question, considering he didn't seem put off by the first. Noticing his posture, though, she figured that he really did mean to go soon - considering he had said he had wanted to earlier. "Oh, I'm sorry, you wanted to go." Smiling bashfully, she continued. "I didn't mean to keep you. You are interesting to speak to, Mircea." She blushed a bit, feeling a bit forward in her praise. Others probably wouldn't have thought so, but Sydni wasn't like most others in her comfort range.

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[info]marimeruv
2008-09-22 09:01 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure they're around...maybe the headmaster?" he mused, before he shook his head. "I don't personally know anyone with that sort of age on them, but then, I might be surprised. I've known quite a few people in my day."

"A black wolf. I'm not that much different than you," he smiled and moved his shoulders in a soft roll, stretching. Turning his dark eyes up to hers, he laughed. "No, no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I don't anticipate many people visiting the library tomorrow." Mircea chuckled at the blush before he pushed off of the door and then raised his hand in a gesture of goodbye.

"Have a good evening, Sydni. Don't work too much. I'll see you at the festival tomorrow, likely," he gave her a wink before turning and opening the door, slipping back through.

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