[ Caster blows at the tea, small spell of cold at the end of his breath— making the temperature of the tea go down just a bit to start drinking it immediately. It makes easier to hide the smile at the affection he's witnessing ]
I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[n o p e, Everett is not going to escape from the moniker now that Myr's found it. (And worse, now that he knows for an absolute certainty the teasing isn't leaving any hard feelings in its wake.)
He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.
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I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[ Never gonna live that down ]
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He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.