domina, darling! (dominas) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-06-14 11:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, domina van eldt, theodore finch |
Who: Domina Van Eldt & Theo Finch.
What: why the fuck are you dreaming about fiery craters theodore
Where: Domina's mansion.
When: Wednesday evening, WHOOPS
Rating: G? They're just talking, y'all.
Status: Incomplete.
Domina was a woman of many pleasures; study was not generally considered to be one of them. After all, when was the last time someone had caught her lounging in a cafe with a great tome on geomancy? Or loitering amidst the shelves of Lux & Livre (there were, after all, servants for that sort of thing)? Truth be told there were few subjects that interested her enough to waste an evening reading descriptions of them, not when she could be out in the world actually experiencing them.
But the Van Eldts were a magical family, a legacy in the Mages' Tower for far longer than anyone alive could recall. And consequently, though reading was not listed among Domina's regular pursuits, their library of magical books was extensive. Lord Van Eldt was himself a strong reader, and the combination of his voracious appetite and the family trade business kept both Van Eldt estate libraries well stocked—not to mention a significant annual donation to the Mages' library itself. Together with Jeffries, and a healthy dose of concern she had quickly masked with feverish activity, she had pulled every book and tome and scroll from her shelves related to omens, prophetic dreams, and the lore thereof. A few dozen books were spread open across a long oak table by the time Theo arrived, ushered in by a young girl with her eyes low, who Domina then sent scurrying to send for tea.
"Darling," she said, by way of greeting, with little of her usual drawl. In a casual dress and with her hair knotted loosely at the nape of her neck, Domina looked downright domestic. Which was, really, the only sign she gave away that this was a matter of some import that she would rather like to resolve as quickly as possible. Sybilic dreams in conjunction with a massive smoldering crater were not something she wanted to spend more thought on than was necessary. "Sit down. Tea?"