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GEMBOND ✦ Amethyst

"Leave a message. Or don't."

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[savewell]

There's a garden here with flowers that glow when they bloom at night.

[reposing]

That sounds lovely.

[savewell]

It is! And nice that they have it at all, if you ask me. It's strange to stay in a place that's so...built-up and developed. One can barely even find a tree around here without deliberately going looking for it.

[reposing]

I suppose that is true. This is quite the developed city, and nature is almost treated as a luxury than an expectation. It's a bit odd.

[savewell]

Yes, and you're still much better than I am at getting accustomed to it! But the garden is awfully nice, at least. And I've found a bookshop. And a cafe, which is a little like a tavern only cleaner and with better fare.

[reposing]

I have the advantage in this situation, I believe. I was raised with a combination of knowledge for science and magic alike; adapting is second nature to me.

It seems you've located the essentials, though I'm suspicious of this cafe being clean if it's like a tavern.

[savewell]

Well, I don't know what else to call it! It's not as though I'm any sort of regular patron of taverns. I suppose you are?

[reposing]

Good God, no. But I know someone in Wallachia who is.

[savewell]

Oh, really! Well, now I want to hear about this mysterious tavern-going friend of yours. I assume it's a man?

[reposing]

You assume correctly. He's awful, I feel like I'd be doing us both harm speaking of him.

[savewell]

And yet you brought him up to begin with. That almost makes it seem as though you were hoping to look finer by comparison.

[reposing]

Was I to lie to you? How you wound me.

Trevor Belmont is an unwashed terrible man who loves beer more than life itself. He's also a hunter of night creatures, which I suppose he does an adequate job of.

[savewell]

Oh, you LIKE him. How long have you been friends?

[reposing]

Oh, I utterly despise him.

I've known him a few months, technically. His family is a bit infamous for their trade, so it is one that I know.

[savewell]

Mm, that's right, you mentioned that back when we first met in the desert. I mentioned the state of my kingdom and you were surprised it hadn't been ransacked by night creatures.

Is he a better hunter than you are?

[reposing]

Absolutely not. I'm frankly surprised he hasn't tangled himself up in his whips with how barely sober he is.

[savewell]

Is that what he uses, a whip? That seems rather impractical.

Though I suppose that depends as much on the creature as anything else. A whip wouldn't be much use against a dragon, but I suppose a sword and shield wouldn't, either. Or most things, really.

[reposing]

Technically, he's been skilled in all manner of weapons, but he does seem to favor that.

Oh? Do you have familiarity with dragons?

[savewell]

More familiarity than I'd like, I'm afraid.

That's the reason my kingdom was in such a poor state, when I left. For years a dragon had all but held us hostage. It burned away most all of the countryside, and only left the castle and towns alone in exchange for a sort of...yearly appeasement.

It's part of why I find the gardens such a marvel. It's been a long time since my kingdom had flowers.

[reposing]

I see. That does make a lot of sense.

You've been through an incredible ordeal, aside from your journey to aid your father. Beforehand, even your country -- your people -- were suffering.

[savewell]

That's right. It was hard on my father, even before his heart failed him. Years of hiding and fearing, and watching girls go off to be burned to a crisp. And there just wasn't anything anyone could do to stop it. Not other than dreading the time of year when it would demand another one.

Here's absurd for you, though: I had to tie myself to my own stake. Isn't that awful? I went alone, so there was no one to do it for me.

[reposing]

The dragon didn't even have the audacity to get someone to tie maidens to stakes. A true brute.

...Though much more seriously, I am sorry for what you and your people have been through. How was it ever resolved?

[savewell]

It's over now, at least. The dragon is dead, and someday it'll be gone even from my nightmares.

I suppose you think I'm being rather cavalier about it all. It's just...different when it's a story to tell, I suppose. Than when it's a memory. Telling it like a story makes it get a little further away from me each time, somehow.

In any case, all of a sudden a storm brewed up, with thunder and lightning called up by magic. It struck the beast dead and the clouds started to pour with rain, and then out of nothingness at all, a young man appeared from behind a veil of invisibility and said he was my long-lost brother, come all the way from across the world just to rescue me.

[reposing]

That's

quite a story. Did you even know you had a brother?

[savewell]

Well...not really, no. He was kidnapped when we were both still in the cradle, and Mother and Daddy never talked of it much. Mostly I only knew of it because our magic mirror clouded over the night he was taken, and didn't clear until the day he returned.

I used to resent that when I was younger. That I never got to look into the mirror, never got to see anything in it. I thought it selfish that it wouldn't work for me, over something that was no fault of my own.