Our master spoke of the sitting room. I think...if you are what I think you are, he will not mind me showing myself to you in there.
[the room that Monte Cristo spoke of is on the same level, a ways down a hall. small, intimate, and tastefully done. candles light themselves with that movement passing by, and there are chairs to sit on.]
[A spirit doesn't need chairs, but Caster is something born from what used to be a person. He sits, legs crossed as he watches his mysterious companion move about.]
You have an idea of what I am, but I can only guess at what you are. My talent for reading humans is almost without peer - but I can't glean anything off you. You may as well be a fairy.
[before him, the air shimmers slightly, and the form of a young woman is revealed. richly dressed, with braided hair and a flowing veil. her eyes, however, are bright - more curious than her whispers may have implied her to be. restored to form, her voice is still soft, but not almost lost.]
You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]
[The woman looks as if she belongs to royalty, much like the Count. There's a way she carries herself that implies such and Caster finds himself inclined to treat her graciously. He bows deep and takes her hand so he can press a respectful kiss to it.]
There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
[she's surprised by the gesture, it's clear, but her expression softens into a slight smile, and she goes to sit across from him on one of the chairs.]
Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
It is no contract that binds me to him, Mr. Andersen. He acquired me in his travels, and thus I remain at his side and his service. What he wishes of me, I shall do without question.
I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.
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Not entirely. My talent for magic is subpar trash.
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Our master spoke of the sitting room. I think...if you are what I think you are, he will not mind me showing myself to you in there.
[the room that Monte Cristo spoke of is on the same level, a ways down a hall. small, intimate, and tastefully done. candles light themselves with that movement passing by, and there are chairs to sit on.]
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You have an idea of what I am, but I can only guess at what you are. My talent for reading humans is almost without peer - but I can't glean anything off you. You may as well be a fairy.
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You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]
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There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
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Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
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[He's assuming that's what she means. Who knows, when it comes to fairies? He wrote tales about them, but was by no means an expert.]
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[she folds her hands on her lap.]
How did you come to know of the Count?
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I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.