#asherjones

the newcomer had been hanging out on the outskirts of house mageia for a couple of minutes now, just looking over the building. while it wasn’t his new home, it was one that the nymphs had directed him towards once they heard who his mother was. 

as he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, he swung on his heels a bit while staying in place. then he saw someone coming out of the building and he smiled warmly over at them. this was one of the famous magic wielders, right? 

"the smile is something that i used to see on my dolls.” she was just going to leave out the fact that they were technically a part of the nightmare realm. lamia took the coin with a soft smile and gave it to the twins before they rushed off. “thank you for this, it means more than you know.” the chimera was also something that was quite intriguing to watch.

eyes narrowed in on asher when he said that he had a question. lamia crossed her arms over her chest and nodded slightly. “of course you do.” she motioned over to a boulder and went on over to sit across from it. head titled slightly towards the side as she tried to study the man. “what’s the question?” 

with everything going on in his mind, amadeo felt like he needed to go out for a morning jog. back home that was always how he ended up clearing his head, but he couldn’t end up doing that in public. here, no one was going to judge or jump him. well they might have because of his mother, but that wasn’t something he was worried about.

as asher all but skips in, chipper as could be, the witch levitates away the scale she was using to weigh some potent, magical ingredients. “draconic?” she laughs, almost uncharacteristically loud. the corners of her lips curl into a cheshire grin and there’s a twinkle behind the milky film of her eyes. “why, if there’s a book that teaches you an old, dead language, direct me to it.” she taps her ashes into an ashtray on her counter. “an ancient library, or clio, the muse of history, would be your best bet.”

the boy that walks into her shop is not a familiar face but agathys smiles as if she’s welcoming a grandson. the grin is short-lived, however, as she sweeps some dust off the countertop and gently pushes up her curls with the other hand. she looks rather youthful, considering she probably was at least a few thousand years old. “well, that’s a very broad spectrum, you’re prepared to sit here and listen for hours?” she questions with an arch of her brow. “because i’m not going to sit here and talk for hours.” agathys takes a puff of her mint-green pipe. “that would be more so in hera’s domain. mental abilities are different from normal arcanes.”