Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

The casual, if almost too eager correction the heiress' vocabulary-usage seemed to waft over her without ill effect, a moment that was probably a happy touch to Chase, given his own thoughts on her retorts. She had, of course, noticed the peculiarity in his eyes, and the gal simply continued her up-turned lips smiling upon him. One ear was quick to twitch at his sigh silken fur swiveling attentively to face him with the concave of her anatomical highlight. The stress, or rather the tension, of his expression wasn't lost, and the Alisia knew well-enough the struggle he had faced the past several months, what-with the silent ridicule, mystique, and suspense that hung around his condition. After all, had she not gone out of her own way and rules to comfort him as their relationship offered? When all was said and done, the kitsune's lips quirked up more at one corner, and even as her hand clasped to his, she let loose a soft chuckle at his enthusiasm. My, what a rebel, a swift movement with his assistance brought Alisia to her feet, but her grasp on his hand didn't relent, in fact it tightened to hold him. ...what would your father say, hearing that? A momentary pause brought her full attention tot he mage standing at-ease before her that spark in her eyes the revealing brilliance of what Chase dreaded to face. But..., Her chest rose with a long, deep breath that even unfurled her wings slightly with the extension, and Chase knew he was about to get the famous Alis-Overload. Consider the fact that magic is, in its omnipotence as a force behind and around the working of nature, her tongue rolled out the words quickly, but smoothly, bestowing the air of sass that Chase knew well-enough his Lady loved to divulge, alongside its connection to space, it can only be vaguely explained through usage, by the concepts of physics. As such a prime source of which one can only hazard guesses to the true origin or location of, it would be considered a degree of metaphysics... Now would be about the time that any normal person would take a second breath, but Alisia's wings were just starting to draw back in. ...And even by the connection to Akasha that normal mages draw from, only theoretical principles can be applied to Akasha as a deity or omnipotent being tied into the flow of magic. While we have a general understanding of the realms, communion to true realization of the concept or force of magic, or Akasha as a physical entity is metaphysical. Therefore, when I mention your wings, Now her tone was starting to drop slightly, but that sparkle in her eyes forced Chase down a bit harder, I do mean so in a metaphysical sense, given the mystique of magic, Akasha, and the fact that you do not have wings but the reference to the spreading of them is in conjunction to the idea of birth and creation, as to your awakening of magic. Metaphysical, Chay. Metaphysical. Finally, her breath expended, the heiress sucked in another one with her all-knowing smirk, glowing down at Chase... before busting out into a fit of giggles. A short one, admittedly, but one genuine-enough by the water she flicked away from one eye. I only jest, you know. That sounds like a wonderful plan to me, do you have any idea of where to go? Shall we head into the city, maybe to a gym for your first magical spar? Or would you rather play around peacefully, perhaps a ride to the countryside to make up for the picnic we so suddenly lost? It was only then that the winged kitsune noticed their hands were stilled tied together, enlaced from her actions, although the touch had softened to something more compassionate. One could almost swear a flush crossed her cheeks as she pulled her own appendage away instead flourishing it to the door.Regardless of what you choose, I need to change!With the hasty excuse, one of her wings extended, baffing him upon the back with all the might of a silkenly fluffy pillow backed by the corded muscle of pseudo-avian tendons. One foot tapped idly away, hands crossed politely across the khaki pants he wore, while the presentation concluded. A solemn nod at the first pause of Lucians', Wonderful. Not that I had any doubt of course well-ahead of the expectations. I cannot wait for the Chicha-Borgoma to be served I can taste it already, with but a side of sopaipillas.... They do always call me the simple-man, do they not? A light-hearted rumble of amusement issued from the patriarch, even as his eyes were up-lifted in that classical form of merriment that elder men often had when in the presence of their grandchildren. Not to say that Brivear looked down upon the head of the Cadence household, they were close friends. Upon his follow-up, however, the older man's eyes cracked open, brilliant iron-worn gold burning with intensity. Business time, it seemed, and not of simply going over reports and updates. I have my theories as to your son as I'm sure you do. Of course, a pause and the male sat back a bit in his chair, directing the gaze of his face, but not of his eyes, up towards the ceiling. It is uncommon, but the easiest option to assume that there is a mutation in the totem, a replacement or alteration presumably caused by his long incubation period. The inability to control this newest of additions could be accredited to that fact as well, however theoretical it may be. I'm sure we will find out, with time-enough, of course. This time, the pause was his, and what followed came first by a sigh. My primary focus was to ask of your input to Alisia. You know of her wishes. She wants to join Road Camelot. She has preached this since she was young..., for but a moment, a bit of mirth glowed in those coals, as he taunted Lucian, ...As you know well-enough, given she had the gall to try her first lessons upon your kneecaps. The moment was spurned quickly, though, as a huff became the child of the sigh. But of course it is ridiculous. She is going to the university. I will have it know other way, as you do, once-again, know. I have suspicion-enough to believe she is seeking private tutors of combat, and I would ask of you to have someone supervise her outings at the utmost discretion. However, the final pause brought the patriarch to his feet fluidly, without the aches of a man his age. A turn brought him to face the casually-leaning Cadence, who's grey eyes were of the few that could match the intensity of Brivear's in an outright-glance. You have never spoke your opinion of it to me, as I have never asked before. I do so now.