Cavalia's jaw drops when she sees her likeness already on the screen. "What a marvelous device! It must be gnomish, yeah? My arms look great in this picture!" She flexes them a bit, appreciating herself, while her back half resumes gently rocking to simulate a trot for the toddler. She's not a parent herself, but she's done enough events with and for children that part of her just performs on auto-pilot.
((Guys this might be the most adorable Halloween scene I've ever done
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((Guys this might be the most adorable Halloween scene I've ever done
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The wizard almost, almost blushes at the endearing name that flies from little Lee's mouth, but he takes it in stride instead. He hasn't been a grandfather yet, not officially, at least. But he can't imagine it being that much different from the fostering he already knows and loves. Feed them. Teach them. Comfort them. Easy, right? And Ariathel turned out alright in the end, hadn't she? Her brother might still be a bit of a clumsy menace, but at least his head cook has her skull on about as straight as it'll go.
"Certainly." Jonathan responds automatically to the question, though he's uncertain why Gabe would want him in the picture. He debates for a moment whether to smile or not. Traditional portraits would have him wearing a straight, almost emotionless expression, but that feels inappropriate for the moment. Cavalia is smiling. The baby on her back is grinning with pure, unbridled joy. So he settles on something similar.
When the image is revealed, his jaw drops to the floor. There it is, produced almost instantaneously, a perfect replica of the three of them, and the party going on behind them. Strangest of all, this device that Gabe has used to produce it has no magic of its own that he can sense, meaning it must have come from the man himself.
"Remarkable... how does it work?" He can't contain his curiosity any longer. He simply has to know. But the toddler's grasping hasn't gone unnoticed, and neither has Gabe's offer to relieve him of duty. He responds to the offer by shaking his head, and indulging the child's desire to cling by picking him up to be cradled against the brocade and silk layers adorning the wizard's chest.
((It always turns adorable the minute Lee shows up
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"Certainly." Jonathan responds automatically to the question, though he's uncertain why Gabe would want him in the picture. He debates for a moment whether to smile or not. Traditional portraits would have him wearing a straight, almost emotionless expression, but that feels inappropriate for the moment. Cavalia is smiling. The baby on her back is grinning with pure, unbridled joy. So he settles on something similar.
When the image is revealed, his jaw drops to the floor. There it is, produced almost instantaneously, a perfect replica of the three of them, and the party going on behind them. Strangest of all, this device that Gabe has used to produce it has no magic of its own that he can sense, meaning it must have come from the man himself.
"Remarkable... how does it work?" He can't contain his curiosity any longer. He simply has to know. But the toddler's grasping hasn't gone unnoticed, and neither has Gabe's offer to relieve him of duty. He responds to the offer by shaking his head, and indulging the child's desire to cling by picking him up to be cradled against the brocade and silk layers adorning the wizard's chest.
((It always turns adorable the minute Lee shows up
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If any doubt about the authenticity of this old timey house with its old timey people still lingered in Gabe’s mind, the purity of Cavalia and Jonathan’s shock and delight dispels it immediately.
“Well it might be gnomish,” Gabe chuckles, his eyes also drifting to her bare arms since she puts them on full display. “I’m not too savvy on the demographics of South Korea, where it was built. The device is called a Samsung; technically it’s a phone, but you can also play games on it or browse a thing called the Internet.”
Without taking the phone out of her hands, Gabe navigates through the screens until he pulls up the only game on the device: Silly Faces. Gable’s brother Al (Lee’s only nanny) introduced the boy to it some time ago. Only after Lee begged for it by name did Gabe relent to giving him some screen time, especially on long car rides.
“Use your finger on the glass to drag the shapes around and make a face or a picture. It won’t hurt you. And you can use the paintbrush to add colorful lines.”
Lee, from his perch on the old wizard’s chest, peers in Cavalia’s direction. He has noticed the presence of his favorite game, but he hasn’t decided yet whether he wants to try to involve himself in it... He’s quite comfortable here, where he can pet watery silks and wiry facial bristles. After a minute or so, he’s too lost in studying the intricate patterns on the old man’s brocade to care that someone else is playing with his favorite toy. His eyelids are also growing verrry, very heavy…
“The camera?” Gabe pauses to think, trying his best to answer Jonathan’s curiosities accurately. Oh how much easier that would be if he actually got service here… “Well, if I can remember what my late wife taught me, it goes something like… the light from the scene passes through the lens—that circular glass part on the back—and the lens focuses the light into a single point to create a sharp image. Then the light’s recorded on a light-sensitive medium, which would be a thing called ‘film’ if this were a regular camera. I think it’s a computer chip or something in the Samsung, though. Back in the old days, you’d have to take film to an expert to have it developed, unless you built a special ‘dark room’ for yourself, like Cat did. She let me in there once, ‘cause I crossed my heart not to touch anything. It was like watching alchemy or something, let me tell you.” His smile and the accompanying soft laugh don’t quite reach his eyes.
Noticing the heaviness of Lee’s head, which has sunk into the cradle between Jonathan’s jaw and shoulder, the smile becomes more sweet than bitter. “Sir, if you didn’t make the conveyance point that brought us here, have you got a clue as to how to build one to get us back? I’ve had an awfully grand time here with you all, but that little pony’s got to hit the hay.”
((Add one charismatic pony and a cuddly old wizard to the mix and we’ve got ourselves a brew of adorability!
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“Well it might be gnomish,” Gabe chuckles, his eyes also drifting to her bare arms since she puts them on full display. “I’m not too savvy on the demographics of South Korea, where it was built. The device is called a Samsung; technically it’s a phone, but you can also play games on it or browse a thing called the Internet.”
Without taking the phone out of her hands, Gabe navigates through the screens until he pulls up the only game on the device: Silly Faces. Gable’s brother Al (Lee’s only nanny) introduced the boy to it some time ago. Only after Lee begged for it by name did Gabe relent to giving him some screen time, especially on long car rides.
“Use your finger on the glass to drag the shapes around and make a face or a picture. It won’t hurt you. And you can use the paintbrush to add colorful lines.”
Lee, from his perch on the old wizard’s chest, peers in Cavalia’s direction. He has noticed the presence of his favorite game, but he hasn’t decided yet whether he wants to try to involve himself in it... He’s quite comfortable here, where he can pet watery silks and wiry facial bristles. After a minute or so, he’s too lost in studying the intricate patterns on the old man’s brocade to care that someone else is playing with his favorite toy. His eyelids are also growing verrry, very heavy…
“The camera?” Gabe pauses to think, trying his best to answer Jonathan’s curiosities accurately. Oh how much easier that would be if he actually got service here… “Well, if I can remember what my late wife taught me, it goes something like… the light from the scene passes through the lens—that circular glass part on the back—and the lens focuses the light into a single point to create a sharp image. Then the light’s recorded on a light-sensitive medium, which would be a thing called ‘film’ if this were a regular camera. I think it’s a computer chip or something in the Samsung, though. Back in the old days, you’d have to take film to an expert to have it developed, unless you built a special ‘dark room’ for yourself, like Cat did. She let me in there once, ‘cause I crossed my heart not to touch anything. It was like watching alchemy or something, let me tell you.” His smile and the accompanying soft laugh don’t quite reach his eyes.
Noticing the heaviness of Lee’s head, which has sunk into the cradle between Jonathan’s jaw and shoulder, the smile becomes more sweet than bitter. “Sir, if you didn’t make the conveyance point that brought us here, have you got a clue as to how to build one to get us back? I’ve had an awfully grand time here with you all, but that little pony’s got to hit the hay.”
((Add one charismatic pony and a cuddly old wizard to the mix and we’ve got ourselves a brew of adorability!
))
Relieved of her rider, Cavalia carefully sidles out from between the wizard and the man with the probably (definitely) gnomish device, and takes the opportunity to get herself another slice of pie. Pumpkin, this time. She is for just a moment not the center of attention, nor seeking to regain the spotlight, and isn't going to waste any time digging into the abundance of free food. It's not an exaggeration to say that most centaurs eat enough for a horse, although in her case, given her smaller stature, it might be. But certainly one could say she's hungry enough for a pony!
She muses to herself that she's going to have to figure out where this South Korea is and visit there at some point. What sort of dungeons and loot must such a land have, if they produce such wonders as a "phone"? She hasn't the foggiest idea what a phone is other than a picture making device. It sort of tracks that a picture making device might also allow you to invent new face images as well through its clearly related "funny face" enchantment.
She muses to herself that she's going to have to figure out where this South Korea is and visit there at some point. What sort of dungeons and loot must such a land have, if they produce such wonders as a "phone"? She hasn't the foggiest idea what a phone is other than a picture making device. It sort of tracks that a picture making device might also allow you to invent new face images as well through its clearly related "funny face" enchantment.
"Fascinating..." Samsung. South Korea. Internet. Camera. Computer. All of these are words that Jonathan knows he has no real hope of understanding, but he listens attentively as he rocks the child in his arms nonetheless. While he hadn't bothered to play the game himself, choosing instead to devote both arms to ensuring the little pony he held remained comfortable and secure, it certainly seemed like a remarkable device. Tiny pieces moving around with just the touch of a fingertip? It almost seemed like a facsimile of paper crafts one could do with a little glue and scissors. But far less messy.
"Of course. I'd offer you accommodations for the night, but I know that sometimes unfamiliar places can make little ones fussy." There's a tinge of regret to the wizard's voice as he confirms that he can, in fact, get them home. He's enjoyed having this young man and his little son here, from the discovery of new gadgets that would make some of his colleagues lose their minds to the weight of the sleeping child in his arms. That last one especially, he's missed terribly. Reluctantly, he hands Lee back to his father. "I'll need a strand of your hair, but I can make it happen."
"Hair is constantly growing. It knows where you've been, it knows where you are now. It's like a little timeline of our existence." He explains with the ruddy brown strand between his finger tips. Jonathan begins feeding magic into it, then, causing it to stretch and curl. He kneads it like taffy, stretching and pulling as he folds it over, causing the magic to compound and grow into something bright and compact, like the heart of a candle flame. The end result is a swirling mass of lilac magic nestled in the palm of his hand. He holds it aloft with a smile. "All one has to do is know how far back to trim the strand."
He looks again to Lee, now settled in his father's arms, and wonders just how long he's going to have to wait before Maddox and Ariathel give him his own grandchildren.
"Of course. I'd offer you accommodations for the night, but I know that sometimes unfamiliar places can make little ones fussy." There's a tinge of regret to the wizard's voice as he confirms that he can, in fact, get them home. He's enjoyed having this young man and his little son here, from the discovery of new gadgets that would make some of his colleagues lose their minds to the weight of the sleeping child in his arms. That last one especially, he's missed terribly. Reluctantly, he hands Lee back to his father. "I'll need a strand of your hair, but I can make it happen."
"Hair is constantly growing. It knows where you've been, it knows where you are now. It's like a little timeline of our existence." He explains with the ruddy brown strand between his finger tips. Jonathan begins feeding magic into it, then, causing it to stretch and curl. He kneads it like taffy, stretching and pulling as he folds it over, causing the magic to compound and grow into something bright and compact, like the heart of a candle flame. The end result is a swirling mass of lilac magic nestled in the palm of his hand. He holds it aloft with a smile. "All one has to do is know how far back to trim the strand."
He looks again to Lee, now settled in his father's arms, and wonders just how long he's going to have to wait before Maddox and Ariathel give him his own grandchildren.
Gable seriously considers accepting the old Vokunese mage’s offer of a bed for the night. Who wouldn’t want to wake up to this glorious old house and investigate its passages in the light of day? But Jonathan is right. Change does not come easy to most youngins, and little Lee, though brave and wild and curious, is no exception.
The aforementioned wildling passes between them like a semi-sentient bag of flour, fussing only a little at the sudden loss of warmth away from the old man’s chest. He curls up against his father’s broader, warmer chest the next instant, but keeps his head turned slightly to watch his freshly adopted Peepaw through dark, sleepy eyes. Even the appearance of visible magic doesn’t seem to draw his attention away from Jonathan’s face; the sparkling lilac mass might be the wrong color, but he’s witnessed more than a few unexplainable light shows in his short time on Earth. Most of them in his own living room.
Gabe is the one who looks like an awestruck little kid. Eyes sparkling, lips parted, he commits every detail of the taffy-pulling spell to memory, vowing to Google it to pieces when he gets home. “That’s outstanding! I’ve only ever seen a Point created once before, and not like that…”
He never did make good on his promise to try a little of everything off Jonathan’s table of treats, but he does swipe a small pastry with a silly smile. Lee perks up at this. They share it down the middle.
“You’re a true delight, Miss Cavalia.” Gable proffers his empty hand to her with a fairly sad smile, wishing the three of them could yak all night, swapping tales of lands that are foreign to each other. He doesn’t ask for the phone to be returned to him; the battery won’t last forever, but so long as she can get joy from it, he’s happy to let her.
“If you ever find yourself in Salt Lake, USA, look me up.” This he adds to both of them, nevermind how impossible it might sound. He landed here without meaning to, after all, didn’t he?
Gabe tips his sparkly hat at the centaur lady, shakes Jonathan’s hand firmly and with a lingering smile, trying to pinpoint what makes the older man feel so comfortable and familiar… then reaches out and touches the lilac portal key. And vanishes.
((Thanks for a great time, guys! So glad you joined us, Kim!!))
The aforementioned wildling passes between them like a semi-sentient bag of flour, fussing only a little at the sudden loss of warmth away from the old man’s chest. He curls up against his father’s broader, warmer chest the next instant, but keeps his head turned slightly to watch his freshly adopted Peepaw through dark, sleepy eyes. Even the appearance of visible magic doesn’t seem to draw his attention away from Jonathan’s face; the sparkling lilac mass might be the wrong color, but he’s witnessed more than a few unexplainable light shows in his short time on Earth. Most of them in his own living room.
Gabe is the one who looks like an awestruck little kid. Eyes sparkling, lips parted, he commits every detail of the taffy-pulling spell to memory, vowing to Google it to pieces when he gets home. “That’s outstanding! I’ve only ever seen a Point created once before, and not like that…”
He never did make good on his promise to try a little of everything off Jonathan’s table of treats, but he does swipe a small pastry with a silly smile. Lee perks up at this. They share it down the middle.
“You’re a true delight, Miss Cavalia.” Gable proffers his empty hand to her with a fairly sad smile, wishing the three of them could yak all night, swapping tales of lands that are foreign to each other. He doesn’t ask for the phone to be returned to him; the battery won’t last forever, but so long as she can get joy from it, he’s happy to let her.
“If you ever find yourself in Salt Lake, USA, look me up.” This he adds to both of them, nevermind how impossible it might sound. He landed here without meaning to, after all, didn’t he?
Gabe tips his sparkly hat at the centaur lady, shakes Jonathan’s hand firmly and with a lingering smile, trying to pinpoint what makes the older man feel so comfortable and familiar… then reaches out and touches the lilac portal key. And vanishes.
((Thanks for a great time, guys! So glad you joined us, Kim!!
))
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