A blue portal appeared at... The Lyceum Cemetery and... Magister Kafka, wearing his usual, white aristocratic clothes stepped out of it. As the portal disappeared, he held a paperbag near his chest when the cold breeze passed through him, causing him to tremble.
He glanced around... ... 'twas a cemetery, of all the places that Magister Evangeline had pinpoint Morgan's location. The One that had befall upon some pranks and... one of the pranks was... Hers.
'Is this even... a right place..?' he thought, as he stood still for awhile, flinching then a crow flew away.
With his trembling voice, he awkwardly asked noone, "H-Hello..? Is... ... Is Sir Morgan nearby..?" ... Only the cold breeze answered his question. He trembled, taking such... hesitate steps around the eerie atmosphere of the cemetery, to find some traces of him.
"I... I hope I... could meet you... There's something... I want to say and... give to you..." Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, as his face flushed a bit, due to the cold surrounding.
... he hoped he was... in the right place... and wished he wouldn't be... in pain infront of Morgan.
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*Hidden from view, Morgan was laying on his back, between two elevated graves, his mind sunken deep into work elsewhere. The faint voice of Magister Kafka calls him back into awareness.*
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*He doesn't respond immediately. He was in no mood to meet up with any Arcane Council third wheel, not after what happened at the start of the month. But hearing the voice break as it calls for him, he could envision poor Kafka bawling his eyes out way too clearly. Ugh. Morgan can't stand crying people. Never knowing what to do, they managed to make him feel like he was cast in stone. Unpleasant. With an internal sigh reaching up to the moon above, Morgan decides to lift his hand. Hopefully it won't come to that.*
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Note : Unfortunately... Magister Evangeline is still... in Hamster form...
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From Magister Kafka's point of view, Morgan's voice became slightly faded. His shoulders slumped, and his gaze... remain fixed on the ground. Magister Evangeline noticed his silence, as she, then... became his mouth piece,
"Yeah, YEAHH~ YOU'RE THE MORGAN THE FIRST-- THAT SIMPLE SPELL, OF COURSE-- RIGHT UNDER YA LOONG SLEEVE! PFFTT--"
As she witnessed Morgan's shocking expression, she squeaked, plastering such... adorable smile of a hamster, clapping her tiny paws. "YUP2! ... That's good to hear it, right, Kafka?? YA NEED THIS, FOR SURE~ YA LOOK SOO STINKY 'CAUSE HANGIN' OUT AROUND HERE! BLERGH--" She stuck out her tiny tongue and let out a squeaky giggle of a hamster.
She, then... crossed her arms and pouted, when he mentioned that they kept on doing nonsense, "W-WE AIN'T DOIN' NONSENSE! WE'RE DOIN' OUR JOB AS MERLIN-- PER USUAL!" She blinked her tiny, beady eyes quickly when she noticed... he slowly... covering his ears.
... he had lost the strength to silence her... as the bickering between her and Morgan was... quite nostalgic and... deafening.
Morgan's voice slightly muffled, as he shook his head a bit due to dizziness. He couldn't utter a single word at the moment, as his heartbeats were louder than ever. Suddenly, Morgan grabbed his shoulder, carefully pulling him up on his feet.
He yelped and... from his hazy vision, he was, now... right beside him. He flustered even more than ever, as the one... the formidable mage that he was longing to meet, again... was ever so close to him.
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𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘰. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
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Morgan's voice was finally crystal clear, as he also... could feel how he firmly held his arm to steady him. Such... warm hand... despite his hand wrapped with some bandages. Tears formed at the corner of his eyes, as he slowly... nodding his head.
"My... my apologies... ... Sir Morgan... I... ... I should've rested more... after all the commotions... and... assisting... around.... Serene Lyceum..." He mumbled in slow paced, as he could only hear a slight grunt from him. He, then... cast a blue portal infront of them. The portal was slightly flickering, as Morgan, then... supported Magister Kafka to enter it.
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... They didn't ended up in the usual, Quaint Mystical House of theirs. Instead, they were now... in the Living Area, of the Stellar Spire. The living area was... warmer than the Lyceum Cemetery, as the warmth came from the fireplace and even... the warming incense which was located on the side table of the bed.
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The faint, twinkling sound of the memory stars could be heard near the living area, as some of them were levitating, high above their heads. Magister Kafka leaned a bit upon Morgan's arm, as he then... guided by him towards the bed.
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"... My... apologies..." He took a deep breath and released it, tapping his own knee... hoping it didn't failed him. He couldn't deny how his steps were ever so wobbly at the moment.
"Blergh..." She crossed her tiny arms, glancing away... feeling ever so cringe about what she witnessed at that moment.
Morgan glanced at the tiny, hamster form of Magister Evangeline, quite defenceless on Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She wiped her plump cheeks a bit with her tiny paws and glancing at the window, hoping that she would turn back into a human... soon...
A mischievous smirk slowly formed on his face, as he, without any warning... flicked her off Magister Kafka's right shoulder. She let out a long squeak, due to the sudden... free fall from such greater height, ending up plopping on the comfy bed. She let out a sigh, however... the suffering didn't end there.
Magister Kafka blinked his eyes slowly towards Morgan, wondering why he did that with his hazy mind. With his usual smirk still remain on his face, he, then... pushed him lightly to sit at the edge of the bed. Due to his wobbly legs and his light push, ... he ended up accidentally sit on her, causing her to let out a high pitch squeak!
"EEEEEEE~ KAFKA, GET OFF ME! YOUR BUM'S CRUSHIN' ME!"
"Ahh... My... My apologies..." He moved a bit and... scooped her up with his shaky palm. Her tiny ears twitched, as she heard a loud laugh coming from Morgan, as he, then... cough a bit.
"DANG IT-- YOU--
IT'S A PAYBACK FOR WHAT I DID TO YA, HUH??"
She growled, however... her anger simmered down quickly when he whispered another apology beside her tiny ear, petting her plump back ever so gently.
He couldn't deny how his gaze was ever so blurry at the moment, as he could only... lowered his gaze, as if a bow, while sitting at the edge of the bed. "Thank you... Sir Morgan... for assisting me towards this..."
"OUR MAGIC TOWAH, ZE STELLAR SPIRE! NOT ALL PEOPLE CAN ACCESS THIS PLACE-- N THIS IS OUR PRIVATE CHAMBAH! Ya quite a lucky dude. ... I dunno how ya win his heart-- BLERGH." She stuck out her tiny tongue and grumbled, as she felt the aching sensation from being squashed by... his bum.
"Feel free to... urm... browsing through some... of the Grimoires here... before you leave... ..." He massaged his arm where he, once... held it. The warmth... still remain on it, causing a small smile formed on his face.
"I'll let Cranky know about how ya look and register ya as a Guest, laterrr." She jumped off his palm, waddling on the mattress then... rolling on the pillow.
A blue portal appeared at Archon Baelran's Manor and... a Magister with short, red haired appeared from it. She wore Maroon dress at that moment, carrying a light orange box.
As she spotted Archon Baelran, she rushed towards him. Her voice came out bright and in delight, "Yo, Baelran! Ya free today? Let's..."
However... Her voice trails off, when some people, grabbed his attention first, as he, then, focused fully on that people. Some business partners, perhaps..?
"Oh-- he's busy alright." She muttured under her breath and walked away, touching the back of her neck in embarrassment. She wandered aimlessly and ended up at the breathtaking Garden of Archon Baelran's Manor, sitting at one of the benches there, while the light orange box was beside her.
"He's a busy man and hefty rich. Dang it... Why am I here, again?? URGH-- Lemme recap the real reason why I'm here-- I ended up helping little scamp, sending Kafka to another, Noble Tavern, for him to find his lost item. I-- also excited with this rewards-- FINALLY GOT to visit Bae for a friendly spar and then an afternoon tea after that. I ended up cookin' some food with Kafka before sending him away AND coming here-- Geez... Why did I even go all out, again??" She mumbled, pouting her cheeks then covered her face in embarrassment.
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Celestial Baelran heard his name, but only saw the door to the gardens shut. Curious, he excused himself from the investors and followed the mysterious guest until he found the red-haired lady sitting on a bench.
My apologies, friend. My business partners can be relentless when it comes time for our quarterly review. I hope I haven't given you a reason to be upset.
Allow me to make it up to you! Whatever you wish or require, consider it done!
Maybe this fine lady would know who Magister E is... ?
A blue portal appears and... A lavender letter and a box of... brush set lands gently on the table of Magister Fox...
The contents of the letter are as follows...
"Good Day, Magister Fox !
I hope the weather is good in your realm-- it's raining cats and dogs here ! Anyways, I provided you with-- a brush set that Magister Kafka crafted himself ! Eheheee Magister Kafka flusters when I mentioned how you look and he-- offer this gift for you.
I hope you use it when necessary and have a lovely day !"
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A blue portal suddenly appears and... A lavender letter with a simple, lavender box landing gently on the table... Beside the tea set of... Viscount Ludovic...
The contents of the letter are as follows...
"Dear, Viscount Ludovic.
I prayed to Dura Above... that one day... your attendants would find your paintings... Soon... My dear said that you lost... some of it...
Do forgive me... As I am... Lack of knowledge to find the... Items that are... Lost... Since I... Myself... Would be ever so... Lost in my own thoughts... To find my own... Lost belongings...
To lighten up your mood... Here... I provide you... A box of... Lavender Pigments... Since my dear once showed me... Such lovely art of yours... Using lots of... Lavender colour...
I hope this... Tiny gift of mine... Would be in good use... In your delicate hands..."
~ Sincerely, Magister Kafka
(Ludovic reads the letter carefully, before opening the gift. It's hard to see, but it seems like his expression has softened by a fraction.)
(He returns to his study, and writes a reply letter.)
"Dear Magister Kafka,
Your thoughtful gift is much appreciated, and I would like to give you my thanks. Pigments in the hue of purple are rare, and mixing blue with red usually does not result in a hue that is vibrant enough. As for the art you mentioned, it is my pleasure to hear such compliments.
You need not worry about the stolen paintings. As much as I hate what had happened, I have little use of them left as of now. Although, I do hope that someone would be able to find the thief who stole them.
I trust that the attendants will know what to do. While painting those portraits, I intentionally left a few marks on them. Little flaws, or so I would like to call. They can be difficult to spot, but if you look closely, you will see them.
You do not need to apologize for not having enough knowledge to find lost items either. I appreciate the will to help, but the gift that you have given me is more than enough, especially for someone I have only barely known.
Best regards,
Ludovic Valesa."
(The letter is sealed with wax in the Valesa family crest and a dried everbloom petal, then sent away with a flick of Ludovic's wrist.)
I knock on the door to Cyran's private study room and slowly open the door.
"Good day, Court Mage Cyran ! Pardon for the intrusion..."
I take a bow and enter his study room.
"I come here to give you a cup of tea that Magister Kafka brew it ! The scents of this tea are soo good that I almost take a sip !" I chuckle and place a tray of a teapot and some teacups on a table.
"He provides extra cups so that you can drink it with other visitors... I hope you enjoy the tea that he makes !" I take a bow and leave his study room.
The cup of tea on his table is similar to the picture below...
Ah, thank you. You may place it here.
The scent is truly enticing. I shall consider drinking a cup. You do not have the recipe with you? What a shame.
Splendid. If nothing else, I am certainly pleased to know you were able to rest well.
Ah, yes. Adequate privacy is of utmost importance to me and without a doubt, to countless counterparts of mine, also.
Thankfully the Serene Lyceum that I know, offers a range of student accommodation, including private rooms with their own lavatory. As there were still shared facilities, it took me no longer than one and a half months to master using the way stones. Since then I have remained at my family's city house for the entirety of my studies.
A teaset? Yes, wait, I do remember. I have stored it right over there.
*Cyran summons his staff and then gently waves it to guide the teapot and cups through the air to Magister Kafka on the sofa.*
It was a rather delicious blend but we were unable to ascertain the recipe. Perhaps you remember it now?
