#micahwright

where? cloe’s office

notes: a short lil thread so that cloe officially gives micah a job before mercuralia

where? micah’s office

The sound in Emma’s office makes her stop in the middle of this usual rounds, something dangerously close to hope building on her chest before reality crashes upon her and it’s wiped away, leaving a grim resignation on her chest when she senses the faiman’s magic, familiar but not quite. A sigh escapes her, and she turns towards the kitchen to pick up a recent batch of pumpkin spice cookies she had made. She puts them in a plate, grabbing two glasses of milk and a tray and makes her way back to Emma’s office, stopping before the door and giving a tentative knock before she opens the door. She is pretty sure about who is inside, her suspicions confirmed when she sees Micah’s back. Cloe has grown familiar with it over the last month, and she wishes she had never had the chance, but Emma is gone no matter how hard she wishes.

“Mind taking a break with me? It’s been a couple of hours since you came in,” she says, word soft enough not to break the stillness that seems to hold every room Emma has called her own hostage. “I made pumpkin spices cookies today.”

If there is something Iphigenia loves, is how creative mortals have gotten with clothes through the years. It had been a long time since she had placed her hands in a loom, but she still finds it fascinating to see the wide variety of outfits shown throughout the chiding. The sight is certainly a delight, and she is almost sad that Kai has missed the event. Alas, she sets her thoughts aside and focuses on the blonde — eladrin? But not the sort she is used to,  no, one of the ones that used to be a faiman. How curious. 

where? mutat domum

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The blessed children were falling one by one. A terrible problem of course, but one with a simple solution so Zahrya couldn’t understand why he was the only eladrin willing to speak the truth. It’s been proven that endangered species live much longer in captivity, and his forest was quite vast after all. Gather them up, lock them away, and let them thrive in peace. Simple, quick, and easy, but that was somehow unacceptable. Fine, but he can’t be expected to care and then impeded at every turn. Perhaps it was that mounting frustration that brought him to tears as he petitioned Micah at the edge of New Rome. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun shined brightly overhead, yet rain poured down on them as Zahrya struggled with the faiman’s hesitation. “No no no! You’ll all be getting one, and this one likes you greatly! I know you have an affinity for it, so accept it as your warder! Do it now!” The selected changeling’s cephalopodic face continued to frantically reach its tentacles out to embrace Micah, a response to the Chancellor’s agitation. “To attend a festival in my season not dedicated to me is offense enough, so the least you should do is accept my generous protection! But I understand that you hate me now and want me to worry so go ahead and ignore me!” he sobs. 

where? matronalia

notes: au thread