misha itaul

Ream followed the woman donw the asile between the sehlves. Of course whatever they had on Lath Magic was seperated from the rest. Sometimes that’s how Ream’s life felt too. Of course she has been to the library quiet a few times, and she believed she had read those books at least once already, but she wanted to go through them again, hoping she might skipped one or two books too.

Misha shook her head quickly. “Not at all, it’s not a bother. What is the idea, if you don’t mind my asking?” Kneeling, she scanned some of the titles as Ream apologized, seeing if anything jumped out that might be of particular interest to the Lath Magician. She tilted her head thoughtfully, and let out a small laugh. “There will always be more to do, so I do not mind taking a break to hear something unexpected,” she assured Ream, glancing up at the other woman. 

Dany nodded.It was very hard just to bring himself to make new friends to replace his own. He would probably find himself worrying too much when they went on missions. He’d probably bother everyone with his general presence anyway. Dany tilted his head as he listened to her. “I guess though I’m not really sure what I’d be able to teach them to be honest. My trade is fishing so that’s really all I know. Fishing and ships.” He admitted, he’d never had a very big skill set to begin with. “I’d really like that though, I like working with kids.”

A smile ghosted across her features. “Fishing and ships is perfect, actually. The idea is to train young Magicians in other practical ways to use their Magic, that will still be beneficial to whoever they’re allied with. Agricultural skills, sciences, medicine, and engineering will all have focuses. We want to find a way, for instance, that a Green Magician need not become an archer, or a Yellow Magician an interrogator. It will be difficult to co-ordinate on both sides of the War, so your time here might also be beneficial--- we will have problems if those at the school believe Dark Souls to be monsters, amoung other things.” She was watching him with an evaluating look, to see what his reaction might be to that added information.

‘Oh by the Gods! Misha!’ 

Misha’s chest was tight with emotion when Michael swept her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around him for a moment, and then pulled away slightly. Telling herself not to get too carried away, she swallowed a lump in her throat and stepped back, greeting her dead friend with a smile. “We do still joke when you’re not here, just not as frequently,” she said, amused. 

Like I Can

Dany shook his head. “Nah its not that I want to sign up or anything it’s just i’m done with everything, with the war, fighting, being too scared to make new friends because all of mine are currently either dead or missing in action.” Dany sighed letting out a small fraction of his bottled up frustration. He held up his hands.  “Sorry I shouldn’t have said that please excuse me.” Dany began to recompose himself. Dany shrugged when she mentioned Calat.  “I don’t know much honestly. We didn’t know him, well my compan didn’t we’re kind of the babies of the knights. Everyone’s much older than us so we wouldn’t have gone to school with him or anything. All we heard was that he was found out and it was a sad blow to the war effort.” Dany said trying to recall the day that it had been announced but the memory was fuzzy and unclear.  “Honestly I was pre occupied with my own things that I don’t really remember, but I can understand why they’re not as accepting.” 

Misha listened carefully to Dany’s words, and then nodded. “I understand that feeling all too well, I’m afraid. Every few decades I tend to pull back despite myself, just to recuperate from the inevitable pain of being friends with our Mancers.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Have you any interest in perhaps teaching young Magicians to use their powers for non-combat purposes? We are thinking of setting up a school. These papers,” she said, lifting the stack, “are actually to help win over one of the advisors who would sanction me taking a group to talk with King Deas about it.” Her mouth twisted. “No one is particularly eager to allow me to make the journey.” Especially those concerned that an Itaul on GoodLands soil would be the perfect revenge target for someone looking for payback from Karadas’ assassination.

Dany held up his hands when she mentioned Markus having attachments to the other side. “What no I’m not an attachment. I Just don’t want to cause trouble or get people in trouble honestly.” Dany said at least trying to get Markus out of a little bit of trouble. “You both should have let me die anyway. I don’t really want to go back to be honest.” He had grown quite tired and sick of his life as a knight. It was never what he wanted, only something he was obliged to do by contract. “I’m just kind of sick of it all really and I’ve really grown to hate the colour green. They just won’t take me up on whole color reform of the goodlands.”

Misha smiled to herself. Not an attachment? That was quite the claim, and she didn’t believe it, but if he wanted her to, she’d accept that. At his admission that he was done with the Knights, she pursed her lips, thinking. In the end, she decided to be honest with him. “While normally I would tell you that the Mancers are more... open to the idea of those who have changed allegiances, your timing is something terrible. We’ve accepted former Knights before into the ranks, or other positions, but we were recently burned, and badly, by our tendency to trust those who claim to wish us well.” She turned a curious eye to him. “Tell me, what did the Knights hear of the one called Calat Reide? Or, as we knew him, Rast Grants?”

She couldn’t help but smile back once she recognized the smile on Misha’s lips. Ream liked her, she was charming and very inteligent, a quiet nice company. The redhead liked to spend time with people she could learn from and Misha was definitely one of those people. 

Ream’s request, of course, made sense, with her magic. “I believe they’re separated from most of the studies done on other Magic forms,” she said, and led the way a few shelves over. “I believe... yes, it’s down this one.” She remembered studying several dozen of these texts when she’d been learning about Magic’s effects on physiology---how Purple Magicians weren’t torn limb from limb with their speed, how Fire Magicians weren’t burnt by their own or any other flame.

Dany perked up at her offer. The guards were more likely to believe him about bumping in to Misha if she arrived up there with him.  “Thanks I have this one guard that’s a real piece of work hopefully he’s not on nighht duty.” Dany made a face thinking about him. Though he had heard a few guards outside the door talking about how he was quite handsome so that had been a nice pick me up from all the slander he was getting form some of the older mancers for being a baby killer. Oh how they were far from wrong. 

Misha liked the Knight, he was proving to be polite and honourable, and he hadn’t caused anyone harm since his capture. It was commendable. She would never forget where he came from of course, but she could easily believe there was more to him than a rank. “The memory may or may not recover, but I am glad to hear the worst of it is taken care of,” she said with a nod.

Dany mentally freaked out just a little bit. That was the demon lady. The demon lady. The one that you know saved his ass though it wasn’t like he could remember much of the battle and what went on.  “Oh uh….Hi oh er….I mean hello Mrs Demon lady ma’am.” Smooth Dany. Real smooth. Dany bent over and picked up the scrolls for her wiping the dirt ff them with his sleeve. It was the least he could do for startling her like that.  “I’m sorry that I startled you. I didn’t mean to. It’s fine though I’m pretty sure the guards won’t mind if I was late because of you.” Dany swallowed slightly wishing there was a clock around so he could see the time.  “I uh..never really got to thank you for you know saving my as that was real nice of you. Honestly. Not many people would have done that for just a knight.”

Misha laughed at the boy’s greeting, a sound like ringing crystal. “Please, just Misha. They never did find a good title for me, not one that I can tolerate, at least. Thank you.” She appreciated his help with her handful. “I must make a note---when attempting to bribe a librarian next, opt for full volumes or at least stackable folios.”

He wasn’t fond of being out side his apartment, it was no better than a cell but at least it kept him mostly away from the glaring eyes of the Mancers. Dany felt like a fish out of water. Forced out by his guards to get some fresh air he was instructed to stay in the walls and to get back before nightfall. No doubt that every armed guard in the whole damn place was watching him. The fresh clothes were nice though. He’d honestly thought that he would end up in his uniform but the Mancers had provided him with some fresh clothes and new boots that still cut his heels. He cleared his throat trying to get the attention of someone who was blocking his way.  “E-excuse me, I don’t want to bother you but i need to  get around. I have a curfew I need to be back for.”

Misha was preparing herself to have a series of conversations that would no doubt end in yelling, consternation, and a lot of ‘for your own good’ sort of responses. She planned on rallying support for her planned trip to conference with the new King of Troilian by first approaching Tarac, then Marius, then Se’ref, and finally Varamadras. It seemed the order that would ease the way for her best. But in order to butter up the librarian, she’d collected a series of manuscripts on Angelic and Alien lore, and when the wind kicked them from her hands, she was caught in the narrow walkway leading up to the palace for a good five minutes in a juggling act she seemed to be failing at. A voice from behind her made her straighten from where she’d been stooped, and she cursed under her breath as another roll of parchment escaped her grasp. “Gods--- oh.” Catching sight of the man, her mind quickly placed his face, though he looked significantly better now that he was not on the verge of death. “Mister Oas,” she exclaimed, the scrolls lying forgotten for the moment. “I’m glad to see you’re out and around. Please pardon my delaying you.”

Things didn’t seem as bad as the initial first few days and Orinda decided she wanted to eat out for once. She was careful to avoid the people she talked to on a regular because she didn’t want to engage in too heavy of conversations, and she eventually made it to the dining hall with just a couple hello’s. Or that was until someone brushed against her after she’d just taken a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Misha glanced down to see a dark-haired woman, and recognition sparked in her mind. “Of course, Groupleader Gwozdek,” she greeted the woman cordially. “It’s a pleasure to see you.” Orinda was one of the newer Mancers to have the position, and Misha hadn’t ever spoken to her at length, that she remembered. But it was always a pleasure to meet those that her brother trusted with such responsibilities. 

She needed answers and there was only one place where she could get them, or at least she hoped she would. The elf was not sure, if she would ever have all the answers about her magic. Sometimes it was nice to explore new things, but when she needed those answers urgently, than it was rather annoying. She already planned to go to the library to do some other research, so it was rather practical now.

Misha turned and recognized the red haired Mancer immediately, and felt a lifting of her spirits as she normally did when encountering someone whose company she enjoyed. “Ream! How delightful to see you.” She laughed lightly. “No apologies necessary,” she told her, taking a few steps back to allow her total access to the shelf. “Help yourself--- although, if I may inquire as to what you’re looking for? I might be able to help. I know the library can sometimes be less intuitively organized than we might hope, and some books tend to hide away... or might have been taken by Tarac.” He did have a tendency to hoard.