Vivian Silvera (Korrinel)

[01:02] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or had laid down the tome from the magic store onto the desk, a pile of parchment paper and the specialized ink from Meri sitting in wait. He had gathered all the supplies needed for copying the book, all that truly awaited was beginning a good read and scribing away. The masked elf puffed away at his pipe, staring down at the book as he flicked it open with a digit and began to dip his quill into the bottle. How silly. The concept of loaning a book to be copied, perfectly available for a read. The way the magic shop owner had worded it made it seem like she was perfectly convinced he would somehow learn /nothing/ from reading an entire book and copying it twice. It did not matter to him if she was silly with such. He would do as she requested for the discount. One silver was better than paying three, and he could only come on top with this process.

[01:07] Vivea trudged up the stairs with a small collection of books beneath her arm, rather pleased with herself for having avoided any prying eyes on her way over. Today had been trying. Not only had she been driven away nearly to the point of violence from the new Keep, but she'd not found a single person willing to spar with her - unarmed, as well! As disappointing as this was, she'd at least recovered a few books on the subject of combat from below. What she truly needed was time and practice to shake off the rust of centuries, but further research didn't hurt. Once she reached the top of the stairs, she turned for the seats nearby and froze for a few moments, suddenly going wide-eyed. A part of her considered simply going back the way she came, but...like as not, she'd be noticed either way. Thus, she continued on her way and lowered herself elegantly into one of the seats and crossed her legs beneath her, then opened up the book on her lap. Only then did she glance up to the familiar face nearby so as to offer, "Good evening, Aradhelon."
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[01:32] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or looked up from his desk, staring off at the new entry until his eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh! Hello.." He purred. "Welcome to my workshop. Tis' empty at the moment, but yes, Hello Jericho. Feel free to join me, yes? I am just copying this book here fore two copies..." He explained, looking then back to his book. The text was interesting to say the least, mentioning already information of the gathering of energy in ones own body and the process of tapping into mana. Most of the introduction he already knew, but there were certain expansions that gave him a good insight already into what he was trying to exactly study. He began to diligently copy the text down, going as far as to try and copy the style of writing.

[01:38] Vivea turned her gaze down to her book and began to read, relatively quickly in fact, tracing along the words with a slender fingertip as her gaze traversed the pages. Thankfully, she was excellent at multitasking, and managed a small smile beneath her mask at the greeting. "I am grateful for the invitation. I'll not distract you terribly much from your work - I simply have some light reading to work through." 'Light' reading. As it stood, she had three thick tomes piled up beside her on the topic of combat, in addition to the one laying open on her lap.

[01:56] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or dipped his quill into the magical ink again, continuing to copy the information onto the parchment. All very interesting indeed. He offered her a happy nod as she read away, replying with cheer. "No worries my dear. It seems we are both bogged with scholarly troubles this night.." He commented. The read had begun to touch more and more on the dangerous and tricky nature of weaving and identifying ones own signature of mana.. And then promptly denying them any use of it. Depending on the strength of one's own mana, the curse could be extended, rendering any mage cut off from the world.. And rightly so. He took another puff of his pipe. How he disliked magic other than his own..

[02:00] Vivea remained intent upon her reading, making very swift progress as evidenced by the quick turning of pages. At the very least it was a decent refresher course on some very basic combat maneuvers, but her mind kept returning to the fact that she /really/ needed some actual practice. "That is so, unfortunately. Better to have the company for such though, am I correct," she murmured in a distracted fashion.

[02:21] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or nodded before too becoming slightly distracted. It was frustrating the amount of mana that was required for this spell. He had to actually put effort into casting this? Well, at least he would know that, in the case of a dastardly mage with a great amount of connection to the arcane, this would make a good backup plan with the right support. He flipped through the pages and continued to copy, doing a mighty fine and speedy job of doing so.

[02:26] Vivea set her jaw in an annoyed fashion as her gaze traversed the pages - was she /really/ having to start over with such basic information? Footing, positioning and posture...all of that was old news. It wasn't fair, in her mind. At this point, she was half-tempted to just attack someone for the hell of it and get some practice in. Unfortunately, that was a risk to her actual health...and she didn't wanna bother with getting injured for this. Thus, she continued to read...

[02:32] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or leaned back for a moment, releasing a large puff of smoke into the air, followed by three rings. He really couldn't wait to try some of these techniques and manipulation sequences on another mage. Perhaps his sister would be suitable for the job. He would lean back and finish off another page before flipping it away, continuing on the other side. Diagrams. Equations. Magic was a science. Just what other secrets could be uncovered in regards to thaumaturgy?

[02:38] Vivea was slowly losing the will to continue reading. It had been a few hours by this point, and though she never actually /needed/ to sleep, it was beginning to sound more fun than going over this basic material again and again. Nestling back slightly, she curled up around her current bit of literature and continued tracing the words on the pages before her. Eventually she knew she'd probably fall asleep like this, but...worse things could happen, and there was still plenty of time left on her shapeshift.

[02:46] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or had finished what he wanted for the night. A good quarter into fist first copy. A few more nights of this and he would be done, and ready to do a second read.. He would understand the material completely by then, perhaps even memorize a good portion of it, and would be ready for practice. Practice on his beloved sibling! Closing the book, placing the quill away and closing the bottle, he leaned back in his seat. "You are free to rest here if you like. I do not mind. I have met you and shared with you enough, and you seem to have become a friend of my dear Damara."

[02:52] Vivea jolted slightly upon hearing the words from Arad, having almost forgotten he was present in her intent study of the literature at hand. With a slight quirk of her eyebrow, she lifted herself gracefully into a seated position and offered a smile visible only in the corners of her eyes, then replied, "Damara certainly holds my respect, as do you. I am grateful for your offer, though I believe I will put off rest for just a little bit longer."

[07:28] It had been just another venture into the forest. Once again she traveled off the path, following an unpaved path and weaving through tree partings. There were intervals of a few steps that would could to a slow halt as her attentions followed the areas behind her, as if expectant to capture sight of a curious follower. The successful string of detecting no one allowed for a dispelling of that popular glamour. With an added sigh parting frowning lips, she'd hold her stare towards the area just traveled, completely unaware of the fae, or even other activities that may occur before her.



[07:34] Vivea blinked herself awake after a long nap and peeked blearily at her surroundings, then flashed a bit of a lazy grin once she laid eyes on the standing stones she'd claimed as 'home'. As it stood, nobody had decided to argue that claim yet...and thus, she was quite content to continue with her solitary dominion. A bit of an explosive yawn escaped her as she stretched her arms up behind her head, before her roots began to slowly retract from the ground. Sleeping and eating at the same time...for shame. It was about then that the sounds of someone approaching reached her ears, which caused her to cease moving entirely. She /did/ look very much like a tree at first glance, and sure enough the woman didn't appear to notice her even when she came close. Of course, she would typically have taken offense...but then the glamour shifted away, revealing the presence of a faun she actually knew! It had been so long since she'd seen another Fae besides Morri that she couldn't quite contain herself - without so much as a warning, she loosed an excited yelp and leaped at the Faun, attempting to tacklehug the poor hoofed creature in place of saying 'hello'.



[07:43] It had seemed that the coast was clear, that she was not followed by mer, by disgruntled human, and most importantly, a pms'ing fey'ri on her ass constantly. The perfect start to the day, really.Such a distraction was the staring off into the forest that the realization was delayed with a faint huff of air to her own oblivious nature. This area of the forest had been untraveled by her, this area, uncharted until now. After a while of being landed in this land? The faun would be disappointed to call herself fae at the moment. But none of that mattered now. There were more pressing issues at hand, such as trees coming to life and jumping people. She'd not know until it was too late, her head turned to the sound of grass movement that was too close, and her eye widened to the yelp and the lunge of the fae. And not just any fae. The same one whom managed to make her forget how to common correctly! The faun emitted something of a gasp and small scream before finding herself tacklehugged and.. spooked. Spooked enough that the goatness in her compelled her hooves to lock up and prevent movement.



[07:48] Vivea flopped down ungracefully atop the faun she'd somehow managed to not only tackle, but entirely bring to the ground as well. Mirthful peals of laughter escaped her as she pushed herself up into a sitting position on Ayelen's stomach, at which point she leaned in and attempted to lightly boop her on the nose with a single branchlike fingertip. "You just screamed, yannow. You could at least /act/ happy to see me," she chirped out teasingly, before hopping to her feet and wobbling slightly to keep her balance. A few windmilling gestures of her arms later, she leaned back in and tilted her head, "About /time/ you came to visit. A girl's only gonna wait so long! We've some important things to do."



[07:58] If there was a time to bead sweat, this was certainly the time. She'd remember this fae and her actions all too well, and this position just was not doing it for her, nor her nerves. Her arms folded at heaved her torso to the point of having a better view of her. It was a one-way conversation for the time being, listening to her and staring through saucer eyes, trying to control the shallow breathing from having half her soul frightened out of her. Once the tree fae dismounted her stomach, the faun took cue and rearranged herself to a light crouch. "You scared the color out of me! i think.." A quick glance to the flush skin, and she added "Nevermind." The last comments did not weigh in until a few moments later. Where she seemed to relax, she went rigid. "/You/ live here? What? Wait what important things?" Before the pour of further questions could continue, she fell quiet. It had been a while since she's seen other fae. While the fae were quite free, there was still some order and business among the chaos-- and her absence from the forest probably cost her a vast amount of knowledge from the group. "What did I miss?"



[08:10] Vivea 's cheerful expression faltered slightly, noting obvious signs in the faun's bearing and expression that indicated lingering effects of her surprise attack. If nothing else, the little dryad was demanding - people were frightened or recovered on /her/ time, or she wasn't happy. Before that emotional tornado could entirely begin spiraling out of control though, the faun finally spoke. A winning smile only slightly marred by her dual-rows of sharklike teeth spread across her features, but she refrained from teasing any further; today was a day for diplomacy, after all. "I get that aaaall of the time, princess," she purred lazily, before gesturing sharply towards the circle of standing stones. "I'm sure you remember we had a little chat about reminding the rest of the isle why they should fear Faekind, hmm? Well," she began, with a devious grin. "As it happens, there's some little tiny pixie-thing bringing together a Sunfire Court as quickly as she can, but...see, it's nearly the time of year for Moontide to have its rule." She paused, giving the faun another once over for a moment before continuing, "Which means the burden's on us. I need allies, and I'm thinking you fit the bill."



[08:25] The strained muscles in her legs quickly relaxed, granting her the well-desired mobility and less balancing on the legs. Less looking like she were sitting like a dog really. Seeing Vivi's smile falter urged so many questions to be birthed into thought. Why was this tree so happy? Was there worth in seeing her frown? Will she ever learn to trust and love trees again? As amusing, or fear-inducing it all was, there was business to be done, and the news of court alone was enough to jar the woman to stand attentive. "It has been a while, yes. But I do recall. What little time of the warm seasons is there, there be no need to gather a sunfire court, group, gathering of any time. Is this group going to set more things aflame perhaps?" Hopeful wishing, but a faint frown in the face suggested that it probably was not expected of a pixie. /especially/ a pixie. "It does seem the races have not yet learned to bestow respect upon the fae as they should. While the feat of burning down buildings may have caused plenty of conversing in th past, I doubt there is any respect given for such actions, no offense to the culprits of course." Her gaze trailed to the stones with a look of 'the hell are they important for.' "Well, I have returned, and.. given the idea and the necessity to set matters right in these lands, i will agree to lend you my aid. Where to begin, hm? And.. what is a princess?"



[08:45] Vivea 's slightly unsettling smile widened further at the sudden attention given once she'd brought up her main point - that much was encouraging. A slender finger reached up to tap thoughtfully at her bottom lip as she replied, "My thoughts exactly. They had their chance, and their time's already past. I've no intention of letting the same happen for the Moonfire." Mention of the recent fires caused her eyes to narrow slightly, followed be a pointed reply of, "The leader of the wolves responsible for those recent fires has agreed to refrain from using fire in the future at my command. Even with our lacking numbers, the wolves know to fear us...it's the rest of the isle that needs reminding." Noting the confused look, she attempted to place a wooden hand on Ayelen's upper arm so as to guide her slightly closer to the stones, and explained, "I've claimed this as my home, and I intend for this area to host the Moonfire Court once we've gathered supporters and organized ourselves." She glanced back over to the faun and flashed a grin, then continued, "I'm glad to hear it. To start with, we /must/ choose a Nama. If word starts to circulate that the Moonfire Court has chosen a leader, unaligned Fae will flock to the Courts for guidance and protection. When that occurs, we'll be able to start making our point in earnest." The last query actually threw her off for a few moments, causing her to just kinda blink and stare until finally she forced out, "Princess, err..." She trailed off, then switched over to her native language and tried, "Naki?"



[09:08] With all this talk of setting courts and all the matters important to a fae, there never came a better time than to give a peculiar eye to this fae. Mostly the leaves and wood that donned her natural body. The signs of her paying close attention to the subject at hand was obvious, but, the stare just wasn't there. In fact slowly that intent gaze altered into eying Vivi through hungry eyes; the hunger probably being easily taken more ways then just the literal hunger kind. "It's expected that the more carefree fae would allow time to slip through their fingers faster than water. Collecting a group will be.. simple, I believe. There are two fae that i met once in a tavern, then there was the happier one.. I think she will best be with sunfire however. I am certain of it." The hand resting upon her arm drew her attention to it. Slowly, her other hand slowly traveled to poke at one of the leaves. "Yes, a Nama. That would be the simplest of parts, really. Anyone you have in mind? Perhaps yourself since it is your lands?" the clarification of 'princess' drew and aha moment for the faun, juuust before those curious fingers began to trailed up and down the wooded part of the arm. "Er, it will be easy to find those two, and there will be no issue from the other fae, as they are, who knows, probably doing with the brighter kinds do best. Frollic and pay little attention."



[09:23] Vivea straightened slightly under Ayelen's appraising gaze - she was a prideful, vain being after all. If anything else, her movements took on an increased air of grace after noting that particular attention. "I happen to agree. I've met with many Fae well-suited to the leadership of a Moontide Court, my own cousin amongst them," she replied, managing to keep her expression pleasant despite the mention of her damned lazy cousin. If poor Fiora was any less useful, the little dryad likely wouldn't have even bothered bringing her here. The corner of her lip twitched upon feeling the prod to her leaves - they were a part of her body, after all...the strange Dryad didn't wear a single piece of clothing. All which adorned her form grew naturally upon her skin. "I plan to claim the title for myself, if you're willing to give me your support. I'll gladly reward you with a position of import within the Court in return for your allegiance - I have no intention of squandering the faith of my supporters. Those who join me in reminding the rest of the Isle why Fae are to be feared will be rewarded and given the attention they deserve." A peal of mirthful laughter escaped her upon feeling fingers trailing up and down her arm, which caused her to press slightly closer to the faun before continuing, "Might I ask that as a favor from you, in that case? You're clearly knowledgeable, and Fauns are well-respected amongst other Fae. If you can bring the message to any Fae you may run across in your travels that a Moontide Nama has claimed the title and leadership of our Court, I'd be...very grateful." The toothy smile slipped into something more akin to a smirk as she continued, "I've always considered Sunfire Fae to be less 'following the sun', and more blinded by it. I'm pleased we're of a similar mind."



[09:42] Feeling on the lower arms ceased when the leaves grew too tempting to simply caress with a drifting finger. It was insulting and a tragic waste to leave those leaves sitting there, at peace-- unchewed. A crying shame that she dare not simply inquire for a leaf instead. A thumb and index finger rested upon one leaf, not yet tugging, but certainly gripped there, a threatening gesture or warning, and most likely a sign of her future intentions. "Of course, you will have my support. While I may not know you well, you do seem to have a control over yourself, bringing to example your reactions to the uncouth insults of Arelen. Her eye rolled with the summoning of those memories. Hell it even saved Vivi for a short span of time. The faun was more reluctant to appear too interested in the leaf. Viv had her attention yet again with mentioning of nama. "If you wish it to be, then so be it, besides, it will be something to marvel, he fae together again, not spread apart as a separated unit.. Leaves.." Ayelen's voice and thoughts drifted away into silence, but! Her fingers still held to the leaf.



[09:52] Vivea finally began to catch on to the source of Ayelen's interest when the faun lightly gripped one of her leaves between thumb and index finger, and couldn't quite help quirk a grin. "Hopefully we come to know each other much better over the course of these next few months bringing the Fae together," she purred out kindly, before reaching up to cover the hand grasping one of her leaves with her own. A slight squeeze and a sharp tug followed, leaving the leaf separated from her body, but still in Ayelen's grasp - it didn't hurt the little dryad much, and frankly she thought giving it freely was a better choice than losing it unintentionally. "Do be careful with what you choose to do with that leaf," she teased lightly, before gesturing to the standing stones once more. "A marvel unlike this little isle has ever seen, I think," she began, before taking a step back towards her circle of standing stones and remarking over her shoulder, "Do seek me out again soon, if you will. I fully intend to bring this Court together before the summer has entirely passed, and I'd certainly enjoy getting to know you more completely."



[10:03] Success! She had obtained one of these strange leafs. Now if only there was something to do with it. That had not been planned out quite well. The faun uttered a 'thank you' and cupped it in her fist for the duration of their conversation. "Perhaps. I should be done with my studies and travels, we may see each other again, if we have not encountered each other time and time again." The stare resumed to its normal relaxed expression while watching the fae retreat back towards the stones. As curious as she was to find out where she was going, having survived the ordeal without being drawn too far into uncomfort was more than enough for the time being. "As I will seek you out." The last part? It might have been thought too soon, but it was enough to send a chill down the faun's spine. "Until.. we meet again." she mimicked Vivi's cheeriness. No hard feelings on choosing not to acknowledge the invitation to get to know one another!