Don't Get Too Riled Up~

He watched her on the cusp of her tantrum, more unwilling to be accommodating then ever before. She was worse than a child, he’s decided. 

“Fine.” He said finally after thinking about his next reply, “Lord Dracula has a copy of the tome in the library, go grab that and give me your destroyed book. I’ll repair it.”

“Oh blessed days, Merci beaucoup!” A light sigh of relief was heard before taking a moment to turn around. “I truly owe you Hector, I’ll return shortly!”

Oh.

Another display of forged calmness. This mage was just full of surprises. He wasn’t very surprised however. She was rather undisciplined for someone who’s master fire magic. A rather dangerous thing to over look.

“Apology accepted.” He waved his hand toward her, “Don’t you have something more important to do then distract me?”

She took a breath, a hand running through her hair for a moment. “I was simply here to discuss what our current strategy would be. I’ve seen you discussing things with that woman.”

The display made him look away from his beloved pouch, to stare at her. And they call him of childish mind, ha.

“What are you going to do to right this ‘unfairness’ hm? Change my mind about you?”

Rage nearly took hold of her completely, almost preparing to light him ablaze for his words, and yet...she calmed herself down and took a breath. Not only would this be damaging her own reputation, but her lord would not be pleased with her actions.

From what she could see, they were equals, she did not need his word.

@magiemortelle from x

“I would say you aren’t any good at all if you can’t stop a one foot pug from taking a sacred book and ripping it to shreds.”

“Do not insult me Hector!”

Heels clicked through the halls, and approaching the man was what appeared to be a woman dressed in black robes, hair of a platinum blonde color, a small smile that added to her features.

More scroll was released as he continued on with disinterest with whatever the hotheaded mage had to offer.

“Equals? Not at all.” He glanced up just in time to see his favorite little dog approach. Caesar jumped up on the spot next to him, and Hector scratched the adorable dog’s ear. 

“I would say you’re on the same level as Caesar, but I care about him too much to compare the two of you.”

She was taken aback by his words, he compared her to a dog? A deceased one at that! How dare he!

She began to stomp her foot lightly, huffing somewhat, this could be easily compared to that of a small child nearing a tantrum.

“I have treated you just fine.” He didn’t stop what he was doing, which was reading. A scroll was laid over his lap and his eyes never left it.

“We work fine together. What more are you looking from me?”

A soft growl escaped her, what kind of response was that, and he didn’t even look at her, how rude!

“You certainly see yourself as high and mighty.” He almost felt obligated to knock her down a peg, but for the moment he’d refrain. “I cannot say I recall that name, can you tell me how you came to be here?” Then again, his memory was very muddled.

“My sincerest apologies Master, I truly did not mean to come off as such...but I will explain myself...”

“While many members of my family are mages, they select one that is the most gifted to protect the one they deem their master, the lord of this castle. While it is you as you are now, long ago you took a much different form. I served you for many years, and in doing so I have found ways to prolong my life and beauty so that I may never leave you.”

A faint giggle escaped her.

“Merveilleux! You’ve made it~!”

The blonde stepped to the front, of all the monstrous beings that surrounded this castle and it’s boundaries beyond it, she stuck out rather easily, just as human as he was, very lightly dressed, and...surprisingly joyful.

“I have been waiting for you monsieur.” Her voice was easy to detect, of French descent, and very thick with the accent as well.