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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I have several questions. Forgive me, I'm immensely curious about everything you've mentioned.
1: How does your magic mirror normally work? 2: Why did someone kidnap your brother, and how did he find his way back? 3: Where did the magic mirror come from?
Oh, um. Yes, let me explain a bit. It'll make more sense if I just start at the beginning, I think.
My kingdom boasts three magical treasures that ensure its prosperity — or did, for many years. The mirror is one of them; our legends say it once belonged to Merlin, and its greatest power is to tell the future truly. But I think in reality it more tells the truth than the future. The fairy that reached out to me to help me save my father did it through the magic of the mirror, so I think it must allow for magic in all sorts of ways.
Then there's also our chest of gold, which never empties no matter how much is taken from it, and the Shield of Achille, which protects the kingdom and its bearer from harm. Although, like Achilles, it has its weakness. It doesn't hold up against dragon fire.
Our last king was a good man, and loved the kingdom, but he...made some poor choices. Near the end of his reign he traded away each of the treasures in its turn for wisdom and wishes that never came to pass. So, as he lay dying, he charged one of his knights with retrieving the treasures, on the promise that if he succeeded, then he would also take the throne as the next king.
I love that old story. I could tell it in my sleep, how Daddy found all three of the missing treasures and became king.
[It's sweet, but it also does make him a bit envious. She'd been on an exhausting quest to save him, true, but that's still miles better than going on a quest to commit patricide.
Well. That's not really her problem, anyway.]
Thank you for answering my question about the mirror, and a bit of history to your family. Where I am from, there are mirrors that can be used for communication. I thought it an interesting similarity.
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It seems you've located the essentials, though I'm suspicious of this cafe being clean if it's like a tavern.
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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.
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I've known him a few months, technically. His family is a bit infamous for their trade, so it is one that I know.
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Is he a better hunter than you are?
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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.
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Oh? Do you have familiarity with dragons?
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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.
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You've been through an incredible ordeal, aside from your journey to aid your father. Beforehand, even your country -- your people -- were suffering.
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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.
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...Though much more seriously, I am sorry for what you and your people have been through. How was it ever resolved?
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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.
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quite a story. Did you even know you had a brother?
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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.
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1: How does your magic mirror normally work?
2: Why did someone kidnap your brother, and how did he find his way back?
3: Where did the magic mirror come from?
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My kingdom boasts three magical treasures that ensure its prosperity — or did, for many years. The mirror is one of them; our legends say it once belonged to Merlin, and its greatest power is to tell the future truly. But I think in reality it more tells the truth than the future. The fairy that reached out to me to help me save my father did it through the magic of the mirror, so I think it must allow for magic in all sorts of ways.
Then there's also our chest of gold, which never empties no matter how much is taken from it, and the Shield of Achille, which protects the kingdom and its bearer from harm. Although, like Achilles, it has its weakness. It doesn't hold up against dragon fire.
Our last king was a good man, and loved the kingdom, but he...made some poor choices. Near the end of his reign he traded away each of the treasures in its turn for wisdom and wishes that never came to pass. So, as he lay dying, he charged one of his knights with retrieving the treasures, on the promise that if he succeeded, then he would also take the throne as the next king.
I love that old story. I could tell it in my sleep, how Daddy found all three of the missing treasures and became king.
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[It's sweet, but it also does make him a bit envious. She'd been on an exhausting quest to save him, true, but that's still miles better than going on a quest to commit patricide.
Well. That's not really her problem, anyway.]
Thank you for answering my question about the mirror, and a bit of history to your family. Where I am from, there are mirrors that can be used for communication. I thought it an interesting similarity.
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