Thread: The Miracle of Defiance (Starring Lorelai Dannehur and Erit of Eastcris)

The Sorcerer nodded, smiling as she left the violet-eyed immortal had a sneaking suspicion on who this man in question was, and was glad that Lorelai had proven so eager to take out a bit of petty vengeance on that one. Irasel, however, would not be satisfied with the simple taking of a coin purse as his Apprentice would soon enough learn, they had no real need for money. No, Irasel more desired to purge this particular nuisance from the world once and for all. He glanced back from the window, towards the sword that had started all this, and sighed. There was, he supposed, some truth to the legend of that sword that Isiah's blood would seek the sword with which their progenitor transcended the boundaries of mortality by the consumption of a true evil. Still, that as no excuse for thievery and harassment Seatr belonged to Irasel now, else it would have destroyed him when he first picked it up. He stood there, watching the sword of otherworldly beauty simply exist, for a few moments. And then, with a shrug to himself about many things, he set about adding a new room to the house adequately equipped for Lorelai's studies, with it's own writing desk, a comfortable chair, bookshelf, wardrobe and a bed large enough to fit three of her quite comfortably, with generous room left over for moving about. In the wardrobe he conjured several outfits that he figured would match both Lorelai's tastes and his own vividly-colored, sturdy silk coats, shirts and breeches with a touch of femininity to them with several varieties of flower and leafy vine patterned onto them in a polished silver thread, with several pairs of boots in black, brown, and white leather, polished to a mirror shine and built to last ages. He smiled at his work, happy to already be doting on his charge, and as an afterthought added a little surprise into the back of the wardrobe, hidden where she would only see it if she looked for it a noblewoman's dress, dating back to his time. A thing of elegance and extravagance that certainly made it very obvious the wearer was a woman of such power she did not really need to be concerned with hiding her gender. It was a vain hope, but a hope nonetheless that she might consider wearing it. Onto the bookshelves he summoned, of course, books. Very simple books, for now, things for her to practice her letters with and, as a reward for the accomplishment, entertain herself when she had a free day if she did not want to play outside. The present he hid here was a little less appropriate a book of particularly detailed poetry that no woman would admit to even knowing the existence of, but that most no doubt enjoyed when their husbands were away. He conjured quality quill and onyx pens, along with several stoppered pots of fine ink, and enough loose-leaf vellum and parchment to make several novels, along with an enchanted candle that would never burn down and always light the first try. His welcoming gifts thus bestowed, he went back to the living room to wait for Lorelai's return. His conjuring and arranging had only taken the space of a moment, and so he had much time in which to exercise the skill he'd perfected two centuries ago waiting. When she arrived with a face-splitting grin, he gave a small smile in return. I am glad your first endeavor as my Apprentice has gone well. For tomorrow... we shall see, I suppose. Though I can not think of anything else that might occupy our time, unless you wish to start your lessons. He thumped his heel on the floor, summoning a table and pair of chairs, and atop the table he placed a satisfactory feast for her and he, then took his seat and waved for her to do likewise. After you've had your fill, I have prepared a room for you, just over there, he waved his hand towards the new door which lead to the newest addition to the house, complete with some presents for you. I hope they're to your liking. He smiled at her, pleased that finally he had a hope for his ordeals to end. Eight hundred years he'd waited for his replacement, that he might finally rejoin his old Master and lover in the next life. Alas, she had abandoned him, in much the same way as he would leave Lorelai behind when the time came though if he could help it he would not leave her in heartbreak.