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

A pleasant walk--if one could call a boring, lonely, and rather uneventful walk that--was what Alisia was treated to, on her short trek to the gardens. Of course, when she was promptly re-accompanied by Chase, the long look of unamusement on her face was the only means to relay her disinterest in sandals a step out onto the stone path had fair, bare, feet touching on the sunlight-warm stone. The two began their walk among the flagrant flowers and blossoming grounds of the estate, alive with everything from the buzz of a honeybee, to the pitter-patter of the hare that darted across their path. A long breath brought in the tantalizingly sweet smells and aromas of the fine outdoors tilting her head back to take in the sunlight and atmosphere. An ear twitched towards Chase, and a short glance over her shoulder did lend the attention of listening. Besides that, however, she didn't immediately respond, unless the slightest shifting of her furred wings was a body-language implication of unease. It was true, after all, despite her efforts not to think on the matter. The two had been together for so long, and been through so many shenanigans together, that it was almost as if they had bonded in childhood despite the messes they made and the trouble they had gotten up to, opinions in the House never became too vehement of what was always assumed the heiress and her playmate. It seemed as if a witty response were apt to lift from her lips, at the mention of a suitor--as if, and Chase could assume readily, she would ever go along easily to that--but as quick as the butler might have noticed, too, was it stifled. Her brow knitted together, thankfully she was in front of him, and didn't look back, at the dilemmas he posed. Alisia, being as she was, had always pushed it back. Despite her excellence in study--om the rare occasion, one such as her that despised the bored hours would get it done with a force that only symbolized a desire to be rid of it--the winged kitsune had always pushed off her advancement. She had demanded of her father a full education in turn, with every year that it bore to anyone else one of the few arguments she outright won. While one couldn't read it into it enough to say it was for Chase's sake, every Summer had since been a whirlwind of trouble, mischief, and fun. And to think of it all as winding down, now, it was a thought that was rather hard to bear. An ear twitched, but a few moments after the butler's last vocal sentiment, in his direction. Not a smart-remark this time, but a softer tone stirred her voice, hesitant and uncertain to bring into being. Of course, that too seemed cut off, this time possibly for the better, as that warm breeze stirred the still air of the gardens. Alisia felt it in the air, that stirring , that shiver of the world around them that symbolized a sudden force of magic. Abruptly, she turned on her heel, first instinct bringing her to look past Chase, at that manor, with eyes widening slightly in alarm. Is fathe..., a prompt trail-off lead her words to quiet, however, as she instead focused her eyes down on her closest of friends. Slowly, her eyes softened, and instead regained that familiar spark of mischievous fun. One side of her lips quirked up into a smug little smirk, even as the foilage rose vehemently about them. Well, I'll-be---- Snap! With the muted sound akin to an impact of velvet-on-velvet,the pedals of the gargantuan flower slammed shut, gobbling her up into its depths. Of course, it was rather uncomfortable, but the winged kitsune manage to stabilize herself inside the thing, that smirk not dropping from her lips. She knew it was but a moment of time even Chase, in his magical volatility, wouldn't allow such a thing to keep him from her. No, with that feeling in the air, Alisia had a sense that this was his moment. This was the moment that he would reach inside himself, grasp that wild strain of magic borne from his bloodline, and be granted a totem! This was the moment that he had been waiting for! The moment that he would use his magic for the first time, to smite open the bulb and releas----! With a surprisingly effeminate, oof, Alisia caught the entrapped male in her grasp, body-to-body in the close confines of the plush flower. It was amusing how well they fit together, but that wasn't something to think on at the moment. Alis?, she teased, grasping at his flailing hands as if to bring the butler into a sense of calm. But too quickly did that spark shock through them, silvery-blue leaving the mage to intertwine with a bolt of neon-azure snapping along that same thread of electricity to him in-turn. Neither noticed in that second the interchange, but all that mattered there was the moment. The feeling of one body on another, the tingling of awakened magic frenzied in the air, and the distinct sense that in that time and moment, with their last Summer, their parting ways in life, and the means of their different roles, nothing would ever be the same, again. With an impact to the air, a dull, whumpf that sounded much like the compression of a bellow, everything burst into the fast-dieing, but beautiful motes of tangible magic about them. The winged-kitsune glanced around in awe, in slight shock at the sight. It was beautiful, in an elegant, but otherworldly type of way. Like the fascination of fire, but suspended in the air, all shot-through with the prisms of light and color. As they began to wink-back and dissolve into the matter of reality, however, Alisia managed to shift her attention back to Chase just in time to catch him from impacting the ground. Chase? Chase! , she exclaimed, worry clearly evident in her voice, even as the black of exhaustion faded into the butler. Just before his eyes closed, a brief glimpse of the changed sight brought a mote of confusion to the heiress, but that was promptly erased by her concern for him. It wasn't overly much, of course, but she only had to assume the shock of the moment had overwhelmed him. There wasn't time to ponder it, but that was the best reason for his state. So, she promptly lifted the butler into her arms bridal-style, and began a walk back towards the manor. Untrained as she was to carry loads with her wings, she dared not risk the endeavor. ----------------- When Chase's eyes eventually opened again, he would find himself in one of the main bedrooms, reserved for Memoiri typically. Even then, it was for the younger siblings and visiting family better than his own, but not of much repute. His first sight upon sitting up, would be his favorite winged kitsune, slumped deep into an armchair, sound-asleep and in a differing set of pajamas than he had last seen her this time black sweatpants matched to a far-unbecoming white tee. Contorted as she was, with one leg over the side, one wing propped up the back, and her tails splayed out across herself, it was definitely a humorous sight. He wouldn't be amused for long by it, however, as a deep, sonorous voice rang from his left side. Don't worry, she's fine. My daughter insisted on staying by your side. While commanding, and powerful in nature, it was simultaneously soft. Somehow, it held attention, but also allowed the relaxation one might incur being in the presence of a grandparent. The man it came from, had the same effect. Dressed in a beige, almost khaki suit, he seemed like the rich, estranged uncle that always came up after a grand hunt in Australia. The man's looks were refined, clean-cut haircropped low, a full-head kept short but neat in a formal fashion, that matched a perfectly refined facial beard of the same style. A clean, crisp-white, it was a nice contrast to the fair, if lightly-tanned skin about his face and hands folded neatly in his lap over a book.. Wrinkles were sparse on his face, but apparent, and while his hands seemed strong, they did show the signs of age. What didn't, in the least, was his stature and eyes. Easily looming over six and a half feet in height, the seemingly older gentlemen towered over Chase, even while sitting in a simple dining chair. Perched atop a slender nose were the small-rimmed, spectacles of a librarian, looming behind them was the far more intense sight, that of two reptilian orbs, slitted and peering into the depths of the butler's soul. Deep, speckled-through with motes of brilliant light, those golden hues sought any mystery they found with a savage abandon, and hinted at something far greater. Chase, of course, didn't need such an introduction of appearance. This was the head of the family, the employer and gratuitous guardian of both houses, Brivear Memoiri A prompt wave of his hand and a condoling nod did its best to assuage Chase's immediate attentiveness. Fret-not, I'm here on only three counts. One was to check upon my daughter, the other to congratulate you on your awakening, and the third, at this, Brivear's lips twirked up into a tiny smile much-akin to what Alisia did with her smirks. Is to stand-in at your father's request. I believe he will be here shortly. Intuitively, news of your event has spread across the house it was hard to miss a mass-dispel such as that, you're quite definitely your father's son. The intertwining of his fingers shifted for a moment, and he instead gestured directly at Chase, one eye quirking up inquisitively. Speaking of which, how does it feel? Controlled? At peace? The movement of the hand came full-circle, to reset intertwined with the other, but only after pushing up the spectacles perched upon the elder's nose.I'm quite curious as to your totem. Said with strength, poise, a question, but one undoubtedly within his power to ask, holding with a tone of statement, not one of inquiry. Last edited Jun 13, 2018