dorian pavus (necromantical) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-03-10 18:43:00 |
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There were few places in the city of Grimoire that Dorian was actually comfortable in. Besides the smaller library where he and Lavellan lived, crackling fireplace and cat-child and all, he was equally as comfortable in the larger, more expansive library in the very epicenter of their hellhole. The nexus of Hell, as it were? Something to ponder. But he also liked the shop in the mall that gave off the aroma of sweets, something confectionery, and he'd set up a space to practice Spirit magic in the healing facility, surrounded by his own materials - books, notes, bits and bobs. It had been going well. When he was bored, he played chess - sometimes by himself, but he didn't expect to be the most popular person here with a ton of friends. The ones he did have, back in Thedas, he began to miss more and more. Yet continued to hope they did not get plucked from what they knew and brought to such awful surroundings. Today he came to the library to return some books he'd checked out and obtain others - physics, mostly, what he was studying with Robert and Rosalind because he believed that if he had a better understanding of the science it could spurn some ideas for improving time magic. There were some experiments he wanted to try, when he got the chance, so it was a matter of arming himself with knowledge. The Magister's staff was slung over his back, sheathed there, and he wasn't cloaked in armor but just 'normal' clothes - yet it was always prudent to be ready for anything regardless. He wasn't about to trust a place that kidnapped people from multiple realities, thank you very much. So perhaps he looked a bit odd, collecting books and setting them down, but he was never one to care about things like that. Nor about eating or drinking rules indoors, because he had a thermos of tea with him and he uncapped it, pouring himself something to sip on while he enriched his mind. So classy. |