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Tallygarunga
a non-canon au potterverse roleplay
August, 2019 :: Winter


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VMU Students ☆ VMU studentTecri
23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

Bella had been slightly more anxious for the break, she hadn’t been paying too much attention in class either and she had been unable to get a decent night sleep after the encounter she had a few weeks ago with a fae. The story still seemed unreal, but she had obtained the photograph from her grandmother, she had actually taken the family album, that way would be a lot easier to see through all the photos throughout the years, and it would be a lot easier to carry than loose photographs. She sat on her bed and looked at the album, looking at the photos that had been taken long before she was born until the present day, her grandmother still liked to take photos.

It was time to go, the longer she waited, the longer it would take for her to get all the information. “Alright Jester, it’s now or never.” she began getting ready, slowly, she was trying to relax, trying to see things in a positive way. Where the man lived wasn’t too far, she could easy arrive, however, while she was taking her time in order to calm down, it happened to have the opposite effect. Bella was getting more nervous and anxious with every passing minute. Several ideas kept showing in her mind as she thought if going was the right thing to do, as far as she was concerned, he could be lying to her . . . he didn’t look like he was, she was probably just being stupid as always.

She stopped worrying too much about the situation. She left a note on the kitchen table, she didn’t know how long she was going to take, it was best if others wouldn’t wait for her. She finally left the house with the photo album, if she remembered correctly, the older man lived in Melbourne’s North, once she arrives there, she only needs to find the correct house. In a few minutes, Bella arrived at Melbourne’s North and looked at the address he had given her. She began walking, searching for the place, hoping that the walk would clear her mind and that would help her focus, she couldn’t start acting like a chicken who had its head cut off, she had to be calm about it, there was no point stressing over something that she doesn’t even know how it will end.

Finally, she could see the right property. She looked at the paper and looked at the doorbell, she continued to look back and forth between the two before shoving the paper in her coat’s pocket. She was trying to delay touching the doorbell, she was sure she had a reason, a poor one, delaying would only make things worse. Finally gathering some courage, she rang the doorbell and waited for someone to pick up from the other side. “He-hello…I…I’m…I’m Isabella Mayfield.” She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, all she wanted to do was turn around and go back home, but it took everything she had to stay. “I’m here to talk to Mr. Windum…”

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Vale had spent much of his time between handling minor charitable donations as much as limiting the amount of time he showed up to certain events the last few weeks. Even to the extent of cutting off communications for a brief moment to those that seemed to be a 'stitch' within his 'circle'. His mind needed to be clear and his connection to the very presence of nature had been necessary. He'd been within his true form, that is, the glamour that he wore before Isabella had been taken away to reveal a lithe and tall man, markings stretched across his skin from the base of his neck, down his back and towards various other extremities. Most of it hidden behind fittingly loose clothing, a fabric that had been donned that had been pieced together through the use of treated threads that had been cultivated from unique plants that harbored within the Mounds. The kind that fed purely on magical treatment that the various other 'lower' hierarchy Fae's constantly treat and nurture day-in and day-out. His hair had reached to just above his rear and colored in various blues, the tips of the strands starting out as nearly a stark white blueish hue and as they led towards the roots began to grow darker and darker in a gradient pattern. 

Pointed ears peaked through the sides of his head, barely shuffling the hair that hung off to the side slightly and his eyes held a vibrant tri-colored gleam: Teal, Turqoise, and a Cool Blue radiating from center towards the edges. It'd been a grand mark in those that had been considered Sidhe which showed as a mark of high heritage amongst those that observed such things in the Fae culture. 

He stood within the open-roofed atrium that had been built within his home, completely devoid of any sense of human touch within the center of it as even the rock-step based bath had come from the very Earth that the building had been built upon. While it didn't hold the same amount of strength as being within the deepest depths of nature's confinement it'd been enough to settle the nerves and reinvigorate him to a vibrant strength. Something that he would need if he planned to conjure up the intense power that would be necessary to unbottle, what he expected, had been some kind of curse or maybe even an unintended seal on the soon-to-arrive Isabella's latent gifts. 

While he hadn't been thoroughly sure, part of him felt as if there had been no other answer. The pull and resonation of familial magic had been there, faintly, but there. That faint trickle had been drawing closer, he hadn't been able to tell the state of emotions but the jittery nature that came from the resonation of magic gave him enough of an idea. So, he waited, until that courage had built enough for the doorbell to ring. Only a fraction of a second later the door would start to open up slowly. 

"I am in the Atrium, you can find it by just following the scent of the flowers." The foyer of the home had been designed with a single staircase that led towards the upper level. The floor had been made entirely of maple wood and turned into planks that had been polished and wax into a clean and glossed shine. The walls were designed with smoothed marble and the small house based atrium had been designed with several lengthened windows to allow for the sun to gleam out from it when staring or even the moon itself offering a unique sight regardless of the time of day. The greenery that filled the small area of the home seemed to resonate with a unique animating pull towards them, as if they were acknowledging the presence of one of the 'Fair Ones' as the magic of nature that pooled form him pulled and fed them, giving them a vibrancy seen only in the places least untouched by Human hands in the world. 

"Hopefully you don't mind me showing up in this way. Keeping a glamour up in my own home often seems. . . Counterproductive to the point of it." He laughed amusedly and turned towards the opening of the doorway that led towards the Atrium. 

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VMU Students ☆ VMU studentTecri
23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

The door opened and Bella just stared at it for a moment, she tried to look inside until she heard a voice. The voice had caught her by surprise causing her to jump back before she realized who spoke. Bella took another deep breath trying to stay calm and stay in control before she walked inside slowly. Once she was inside, she looked around slowly, still a bit nervous about everything, she couldn’t quite explain what she was feeling, it wasn’t just fear, she was nervous too, maybe she should have stayed home. “No…I need to control it.” the thought was enough to distract her from the nervous feeling that had taken over her.

She followed the scent of the flowers as instructed until she reached what seemed to be a closed door? However, instead of moving she just waited, standing there looking around her, taking in the beauty of the house, it was like entering a whole new world, like stepping out of the real world into a fantasy world. A smile appeared on her lips as she found herself looking at her surroundings. She shook her head a bit nervously. “N-no…I don’t mind…” she spoke in a low tone of voice, trying not to disturb anything or anyone else that could be around the house. She watched carefully as the door opened, she looked at it for a while, wondering if she should walk inside or if she should just wait for him there; it would be rude just to walk in, wouldn’t it? Regardless of her brain saying that she should stay, her feet moved forward towards the door and into the atrium.

“H-hello…” a faint smile appeared on her lips as she waved lightly at the man in front of her. Perhaps it was the area or his presence but she wasn’t as nervous or anxious as before, she was able to breathe a lot better now. “I…I brought the family album…” she held out her arm with the album on her hand. “I … I managed to bring all of it …”

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

"Come on in, there's no need to be nervous or shy, Bella." The tone of his voice shifted to a warmth to try and welcome the young woman further inside. His hand twists lightly through the air and various strands of vines started to sprout from the ground twisting gingerly into one another until a set of stools had been left as a result. Vale walked on over to one and sat down upon it with ease and a strongly trained posture that befitted someone of high status. The unique clothing that fit around him fell in a drift, as if they were floating on air itself yet there hadn't been any strong current to it. In fact, It'd been more due to the fact of Vale's alignment more towards the Nature of the Forces of Wind itself. 

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? I'm sure I may have something around here for you to eat. . ." His tri-ringed eyes glanced about the area as if deciding where a good place to set up a table would be just before forming one between the two vine-made stools except this had been made with far denser leaves in order to simulate a table's odd wideness. "You should feel absolutely fine in here. May not need that much exposure to nature itself but hopefully it will end up easing you more than you might expect of it." Interacting with Half-Breed's of his Lineage had always been forbidden by his court, that the entanglements between the quickened and the Fair One's were abominations. However, as he stared upon Isabella, he could only count such alarmism as foolhardy and narrow-minded for those that withstood the ages. 

"The Family Album? Ah, yes! Excellent!" His arm extends out and the tips of his fingers touch the album and drew it towards himself, Sliding two digits along the mouth of the books opening as if imagining what could be on the inside then opened it slowly in a calm smooth manner. As he pressed through the pages, many of the individuals showed striking resemblances to the woman, the older women being far more closer in their younger years. That had been when he noticed it, a fond smirk touched his lips as he thought about that encounter for a moment of the past. It'd been when he'd been searching for a specific artifact, a gemmed necklace, that had been stated to touch the user with the ability to touch into their untapped potential. 

"Yes, I remember. . . She managed to take my attention from some work I'd been doing. At first I saw her as a distraction only yet found myself drawn. . . Interested." Eyes closed gently as if the memory replayed within his mind. Settling the album on the Vine-made table his gaze lifted up to Bella with a smile. "I didn't expect. . . . That she'd end up pregnant that night.

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23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

It was easy for him to say. Bella was always nervous, except when she was home alone with Jester, everything and everyone made her slightly uncomfortable; she could never figure out why she was so scared of people and often nervous around them, but the man wasn’t an exception, perhaps in a few minutes she can relax enough to be able to speak properly. However, his voice was welcoming and somewhat soothing to her. Bella tried to drive the feelings of uncertainty away, but they were far more persistent than what she had anticipated and now they were nagging her.

She shook her head with a faint smile but didn’t argue when the table appeared. “Thank you.” She spoke as she looked at the table for a few seconds. It was hard to argue with his logic, Bella always felt more at home alone in the wilderness, while she loved her magnificent couch and spending some time inside, she never felt alone while she was enjoying nature. It took longer than it usually did for her to get used to her surroundings, perhaps it was the new experience or the uncertainty of what was going to happen, she simply had to remain positive about it and stop thinking that the man was going to murder her, which was a ridiculous thought.

Bella watched as he took the album, a shy smile crossed her face as she watched as he touched the pages in a gentle touch. It seemed that she didn’t have to say anything to him, he seemed to have found everything he needed on his own. “I don’t think she’d expect it either…” she spoke, before raising her hand towards her mouth. “Sorry…” she lowered her head, she had disrespected the man, even if she was speaking her mind, she was sure her grandmother wouldn’t expect it either, “I mean…she…she was probably caught by surprise at the time.” She tried to explain the true meaning of her words, only this time they didn’t sound as aggressive as her previous one.

A smile automatically appears on her lips upon looking up at him. “She…she didn’t go through it alone…” Bella tried to lend a hand. Perhaps knowing what happened wouldn’t make him feel bad or upset if he was going to feel any of that. “If you look further you see that there are other photos and that when she got married, she already had my mother.” Bella approached the table and Vale before placing her hands on the table. “I’d propose you meeting her again, but I don’t think that would be something that … would end well.”

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

"Suit yourself! If you do, just let me know I'm sure I can find something." Vale wasn't going to force Bella to eat, after all, that would probably just make her feel far more uncomfortable. Perhaps even conscious that he'd been trying far harder than was practical for either of them. "I have considered expanding it more. . . Maybe some form of underground garden mirror through magic. But the efforts of designing a Mound. . . It is pretty taxing." A gentle hum resonated from him and his head shook before shrugging it off entirely. Something that wasn't important, there'd been no need to expand beyond the necessities he managed to nurture and produce within the area that the two of them sat within. 

The Fae man formed a sly smile while his head tilted towards Bella. "No, I wouldn't think she would've expected it herself. Typically one doesn't unless they've been intentionally planning for it to happen." In his case he often tried to do the exact opposite only for it to somehow end up not only occurring but starting to expand into another generation. "It's good that she seemed to have the strength to go forward with it." Along with the consideration of how unpredictable Fae abilities could be in a Human Half-Breed he found it far more commendable than most would've seen it as, most that hadn't been aware of the kind of risks that could occur. Especially when one had to consider the allergies faced, while not heavily detrimental to Non-Full blooded Fae, still held an effect against them in some ways. 

"She didn't. . .?" The man's voice trailed off as his mind drifted into thought. That meant she had support, perhaps far better support than he ever would've been able to provide when it came to emotional structure. Or. . . Perhaps he could've been far more involved and maybe even deterred the unfortunate fate. . .? His head shook lightly, the lack of his presence was a unique kind of crime and his responsibility to accept a Parental negligence. Once prompted his fingers started to shift through the pages gingerly, taking in each image that passed by his eyes in for some time before continuing on to the next then shifting the page to one that his vision had yet to touch. A wandering finger drifted and traced an old picture showing a woman holding what seemed to be a baby girl which prompted a forlorn hum to vibrate from him. 

Vale felt a sense of gladness that she hadn't been alone in raising their child, their Grandchild. Yet. . . He was a man who still, unlike many of his people, had a high sense of responsibility towards the things he brought and had done within the world. Things and people that would make waves indefinitely in the lives of various others and that struck him enough to offer softened yet saddened gaze. Her words snapped him from the deeply entranced maze his mind had started to build, eyes settling on the young woman. "Just because it might not end well doesn't mean it should be avoided." If their meaning of existence had been similar, perhaps it would make more sense to avoid, to never speak of something. But when one faced a certain mortality, he found, words and things they desired to say needed to be said. 

"I would be willing to meet her."

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23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

Relax was how Bella was starting to feel more relaxed. She looked around, still a bit skittish about everything but far more relaxed than she was when she had first arrived. She turned her attention to the fae. “You can use an expansion spell…I mean…it’s cheap and easy to do, not entirely legal but ...” she shrugged. She wasn’t even sure why she suggested it in the first place now that she thinks about the reason to speak up.

She just remained quiet, looking at him as he spoke. She played with her fingers as she watched the fae. “She…she doesn’t talk much about it but I don’t think it was an entirely bad thing for her…” the older woman could have resented the event and her daughter and yet as far as Bella remembers her grandmother hadn’t been anything less than a good mother towards her daughter and towards Bella, even if Bella’s mother did what she did, the younger woman could see that her grandmother didn’t have any regrets. It probably didn’t mean much to the man, even if he seemed genuinely interested, it was one thing that happened a long time ago and nothing more, at least it was how Bella saw it.

Bella shook her head, replying to his question before smiling at him. She watched, her eyes fixated on him and his reactions as he viewed every photograph. She would have done something, she could sense a sort of sadness, but Bella was helpless in these situations. “If you want one, I think I can make a copy of it…” while she was nothing more than average in her magical abilities, she was sure she could replicate the album without too much work, it could take a while but in the end he would be able to keep it.

Him wanting to meet her grandmother again was a surprise, she didn’t think he would agree, and she wasn’t sure if the woman was going to die of a heart attack, which was possible. “I can arrange that … might need to tell her first, I don’t want her to have a heart attack…” Bella said as a joke. She scratched the back of her head a bit embarrassed, her hair moved with every movement she made with her hand. She was still processing everything, it was a lot to take in, she hadn’t even mentioned anyone about this, perhaps when everything seems more real she will finally end processing it all.

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

Somethings couldn't be coerced fully, much like nature, Human personalities and insecurities along with worries needed to be tended towards. Sometimes to cultivate a sense of being able to thrive even in the most awkward of tense situations. While he didn't consider himself an imposing figure he also couldn't place a finger on why the young woman had been so alert and wary even if she'd been calming down bit by bit over time. "Ahaha, Wizarding spells don't really work for me in such a way, Dear Bella. I'm entirely, one-hundred and fifty percent of the Fae people. Our ways are somewhat different almost far more grandiose in comparison. Yet, that comes far more with age." His hand rose up slightly and he waved it in a dismissive manner. "The government of Humans. . . They typically don't impress me. I could make a Mound right in the middle of the Ministry and I bet they would be none the wiser!" He chuckled at the thought of such an occurrence. 

A solemn nod flows from him. "It was never my intention to leave behind a responsibility. None the less, it must be acknowledged that I did and equally so acknowledged that she didn't." It wasn't uncommon for the Fae people to meet and contrive a child with a mortal, Human's had always been a curiosity. Temptation and allure in many ways while others saw them as a means to create tools and unique agents within the world for their own benefit and manipulating hand. "But it is clear she knew how to adapt, to nurture. It is worn on you strongly especially the affection that you hold for her." Admittedly there'd been a sense of jealousy in that regard. Had he any reason to be? No, the chance had been his own that he squandered from youthful discretion and a means to play at his true occupation in life over the potential ramifications of laying with various women - the spawns that could arrive within them from such entanglements.

"A copy. . .?" His voice parroted in a soft wondering tone, a course of air pushed through his nostrils as he stared upon the pictures in forlorn thought. Then a nod flowed and gaze lifted up to stare upon her. "That would be lovely, thank you. It would give me time to truly absorb what I'd missed." While it may have sounded like a cruel kind of punishment to subject oneself to if they held a mortal life time, his own had been for the sake that he wouldn't forgetting. If he could spend the time constantly seeing, imprinting, embedding it within his mind that it may never be lost even with the passage of time itself. Closing it gently he slide it in a smooth and eased motion towards Isabella's direction. 

"Excellent! Yes, it is probably for the best to tell her the reasons rather than surprise her." A gentle but breathy chuckle of amusement expelled passed his lips, almost as if it had been the air itself in the manner it flowed. Then he started to affix his posture once more. "Aaah. . . But we truly didn't come her to focus solely on my failings in life as an individual." Both of his hands pressed against the skin pleasing fabric he wore as he brushed the palms of his hands against it several times to straighten them out. "We came to see if we could unlock that locked potential in you, didn't we? To see if we can unravel that spark of Fae Magic within you to push it to the surface with your Wizarding Magic."

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23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

She had no idea the wizarding magic would be useless in that situation, it proved how little she knew about fae magic. It was clearly a stupid thing to propose, she should have known that fae magic was different and that something like that wouldn’t possible work with him. She awkwardly played with her fingers, embarrassed for making such a mistake.

It was a concept hard for her to understand, he didn’t know, and he had no possible way of knowing. While it much have hurt her grandmother at first, she was sure it wasn’t anything that would have led the woman through dangerous paths. “True but … you didn’t know.” He probably would consider it a lame excuse, but it was the real one, for what it seemed the man wasn’t the type to just leave, especially since he seemed to show curiosity and even remorse. Hearing the way, he talked about her grandmother made Bella smile. She was proud in her grandmother, she had been a great support for Bella, especially after her mother died. “She took care of me when my mother died and…she did her best…” it was a complicated time, a time that not many people knew about, but it wasn’t easy for the woman, having lost two grandchildren in the past, having her daughter sent to a place like that, and then hearing about her daughter’s death.

Bella looked up as the man spoke. “I can make you quickly.” She waited until he slid the album back to her, Bella made a copy, page by page, photo by photo, carefully until the new book found itself next to the original. Bella pushed the copy towards Vale. “You’re still on time, you haven’t missed everything.” not the best consolation prize, but Bella was still there, not everything was lost and there was no point in talking like it was, while Bella didn’t think she would be enough she would have to do.

She chuckled when she heard him, but she quickly stopped, maybe she was crossing some sort of boundary. “You know … no one is perfect, and you didn’t know, and mistakes can happen…” she wasn’t even sure if mistakes among fae was common but she knew in humans was, but he was right, they were there to talk about other important business, the reason she was there in the first place. Using wizarding magic wasn’t too difficult for Bella, while she wasn’t the best using it, she was sure she could pull something off quiet easily.

 “Alright, what would you have me do? Lift things?” she asked as she lifted a few things from the table, she continued to do so to everything that she saw that could be lifted from a surface with her face.

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

His head shook subtly, a smile that never seemed to leave his face even in the midst of the mistake of suggestion. It hadn't been her fault and in truth he'd be surprised if most of the Wizarding world had even been aware of how Magic with other races worked. While it'd been common knowledge few bolstered their own unique arts, it'd often been difficult to understand the 'how' when the methods and intuitions had been so largely different in the first place. "It's alright, Bella. Don't worry about it. It's all supposed to be a learning experience and in time you'll understand bit by bit. It's what makes knowledge impactful and worth it." To him, there'd been no reason or her to feel as she did. 

"Ignorance isn't always an excuse for negligence. It may make this understandable but I don't believe it invalidates anything else." Though he spoke it'd been obvious by the tone of his voice that he understood it was also a matter of perception. The way he saw it may not have been the way she or her Grandmother may have. Either way, he needed to live in a way that dictated his own consciousness. "It's all one could do in that situation, I wager. You can see the effort when it's taken route by just looking at you, honestly." While her Mother may have taken a different path in life, it didn't mean her lessons were ineffective as much as it meant she didn't care to make them effective. In his eyes, Isabella was the proof that the woman he'd left behind from a brief moment had done miracles work. 

"I haven't missed everything, huh?" A small smile stretched across his lips while he stares towards the young woman. He hadn't expected to be accepted in the first place and yet her words seemed to open that door, at least when it came into connection with her own life. Even then, he'd planned to some how assist in her comfortability of living, that if she'd ever have a need that there wouldn't be a wonder or worry on the resources necessary to ascertain the need. "Then yes, I would love one."

Vale nodded towards her, Mistakes did often happen and with those that lived long they echoed further within. Still, there'd been a wisdom in understanding that not everything moved according to a defined or intended plan. If he'd been careful than he wouldn't be sitting across from the young woman and that perhaps would've been a far worse fate in a lot of ways, not just for himself but for her as well when it came to his mind considering the implication that the revelation of an actual blood relative provoked within his mind. 

"Lift things. . .?" He asked questioningly, the expression on his fast gradually shifted and moved into one of pure amusement as he laughed while slowly standing up. "No, nothing of the sort, Bella. Truthfully, it's just a simple magical ritual." His hand showcased the center area of the greenery filled enclosure. "I will use a sense of the Cardinal direction of the Tree's and their ever expanding influence through the balance of nature to try and connect you back to what is your heritage. It will take a bit of forcing, doubly so to reconnect and break any curses that maybe locked onto the soul itself."

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23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

Clearly Bella wasn’t cut out for that, she could barely distinguish between the different types of magic and it didn’t matter what he said, he was probably just being nice to her. He didn’t have to, she knew her limitations and she knew she wasn’t barely average in everything she did, in some things she was even bellow that. But his words were kind, regardless of what she thought but if she could understand the better, she couldn’t say the wrong thing so often.

While ignorance wasn’t always an excuse, she didn’t think it could be considered negligence, at least not completely. He didn’t seem to be the kind of person to just quit things or leave them halfway, he might not have had a reason to leave, but he also didn’t have a reason to stay. Bella believed it was no one’s fault, just random events that led to something, no one could be blamed. She smiled at him a but shyly, she wasn’t anything special, unlike her grandmother.

She looked up from the album with a smile, it took her a while to finally think everything over there was nothing that would justify cutting him off, not accepting him and not sharing things with him, if he wished to be part of it, in her opinion he was welcomed to. “You haven’t. I mean…you don’t have to miss anything else if you don’t want to.” Her hands ran through the original album as she watched the copy she had made on the other side of the table, even if he hadn’t been there, he could at least view some of the things that happened. “If you want…I can go with you through the photos and tell you the story behind them? The ones I remember.” She scratched the back of her head a bit scared that he would decline. She had time during the winter break, if he really wanted, they just needed to meet more.

Bella felt ridiculous even mentioning that. Why did she had to open her mouth? Whenever she thought everything was going great, she had to fuck things up with her stupidity. She listened to him explain, this time quiet as he spoke, she didn’t want to say anything stupid again. She looked at the location he said he was going to use. She hoped the ritual didn’t hurt her, not him, she’d rather stay that way than to bother him with her things. “And, how would it work exactly? If-if you don’t mind telling me? Do I go there? You are...or I don't even need to move?” she was confused about how things worked, she wanted to understand the process, but now that she wonders about it, maybe it had been a stupid question.

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Melbourne ☆ Gentleman Thief/Philanthropist✩ Kaitore
243 year old Pureblood Fairy ☆ HE/HIM

It still felt weird, that someone had been willing to accept him open arms into their life, to experience what they had to offer even if he did miss an excessively large chunk. Memories that could never be recounted with him, things that, perhaps, he should've been experiencing and participating within but simply didn't. Luckily, his mind hadn't been so deep in years that the idea didn't hold its appeal. As one whom had lost his entire Tribe the only true 'remnants' would be ones that extended from him. An odd concept, to be sure, but one that held its appeal for his own route of redemption buy adding far better people than himself into the world. Giving them the chance to effect it appropriately. 

"Then I will make sure that I don't miss anything else, Bella." His head inclined towards her, partially out of gratefulness as much as it had been an oath on his end. Not from any grand Fae gesture or tradition but from one individual to another. "Thank you for being able to forgive me." Even if she hadn't viewed it in such a way, he did, there'd been many things that he could've intervened and assisted in doing and hadn't. Glancing towards the copy she'd made of the album a smile touched his lips and his hand ran across the binding of it in a tender cruising touch. "That would be great, it will help me to understand a lot and be able to see how you experience them through your eyes and memories." There'd been no qualms in meeting with the young woman more often and in truth it had been something he wanted to do anyways. For her, he could put as much time aside as necessary - It felt odd for him to say that he would do that for his actual granddaughter. 

Vale's head slowly shook. "Relax, Bella." He took it as her being nervous, which had been expected. Things had changed at a rapid pace for the both of them and they were only going to grow far more different. Walking over towards her, he reached his hand to grasp hers and tried to guide her further towards the center of the room that the two of them had been within. "How it will work is I'm going to use my control of nature to perform a ritual, if you will. It's called a 'Calling of the Blood Rite', it will pull the natural energies towards what many would call 'The uninitiated'. It isn't common but there are few cases where Fae haven't been born with the complete access of their true capabilities in the past. One reason or another, so the Sidhe developed this kind of a magical push to pull the magic in the blood to the surface. For a full Fae it takes hours but. . . Your predicament will make it take only a few minutes." That had at least been the good news of it all, that it wouldn't have a large expanse of time to get the answer necessary. 

"It overrides blood curses, you'll feel 'closer' to nature in a sense. Whether the abilities will bloom immediately or overtime depends on individuals, situation to situation. So if it doesn't happen immediately? Don't worry about it. It should occur within, at most, a weeks time for it to arrive. What form it will take? I don't know. Nature gifts each person, even Half-breeds, in different ways." He started to step back away from her, both of his hands held up to signal for her to stay right she had been. "These various plants and tree's are actually from Fae treated seedlings so they hold the necessary power and sway to make the ritual possible. Just try not to be nervous about it, alright? This is your birthright, part of you, just as breathing."

As both of his arms are shaken to loosen them up, head leaning left to right as if to make himself limber for a potential stressful and arduous event. "Let me know when you're ready and we'll begin."

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Bella smiled shyly at the man. She had told him he had nothing to apologize, it had been a mistake, something that shouldn’t have happened but it did, and Bella was glad it did or she wouldn’t be there, even if for a few years she wondered if it would have been best if she wasn’t, but those thoughts didn’t last long. Knowing or hearing from him that he was related to her was shocking, she believed him, but she still wanted to be sure that was the case, and while she didn’t ask anyone directly, the timeline of the photographs proved something. She didn’t have to forgive him, nor did he owe her an apology, to her grandmother was something completely different. Bella wondered if he should know everything, or if she should leave the most depressing and painful parts out for a while. She scratched the tip of her nose and nodded at the man. She was glad he thought it that way, not that she could remember things that happened when she was too young, but there were some memories that would be worth telling.

Relax wasn’t exactly a word she knew, she was always on edge, always waiting for the next thing to strike and strip her away from her sanity, something to overwhelm her to the point where she just wants to stay in her room all day. The chain of thought was broken when he approached her to grab her hand, her first instinct was to hide it, but after fighting it, she let the man lead her to the correct location. Every step she took, she took one deep breath as she tried to remain calm. The calm voice brought a sense of relaxation, only to remind her once more that being relaxed meant not being prepared. The way the ritual worked seemed fairly easy, at least for her, she didn’t seem to have to do anything special, it seemed to be all him, in a way she felt bad for being a burden.

He walked again and she just stood there, awkwardly looking at him. Even if it was her right, she still felt like a burden, something that he didn’t have to do for her, and yet he was wasting his time with her. “Okay…” she said, not even fighting back. She looked around and closed her eyes, she was trying to remain as calm her possible, which wasn’t an easy task for her. “I … I think I’m ready…” she spoke shortly after he spoke. She didn’t want him to waste too much time with her.

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The belief in the strength and affliction of 'Generational Curses' amongst his people is what drove him to seek a sense of apologetic redemption. Things that could trickle down to those that hadn't yet started their own journey of life, made to pay a cost that had been not theirs to bear. While he did owe heftier apologies towards the woman who had his child, he still owed the same to Bella as much as to her mother. Unfortunately, he would never get to truly express such sentiments to the ladder. Either way, there would be much he needed to make up for and it hinged on him speaking less and acting more, becoming a presence where most Fae would've sat back and witnessed the woven chaos or life take its course. 

Vale tried to keep a serene presence as the atmosphere around them tried to offer. While it had been a moment that could drum up anxiety, even more so with the potential changes that could be on the horizon for the young woman. Excitement did well up within himself, what abilities would she show? Would she show anything in general? He knew for a fact she'd been of the Fae bloodline and while he could feel it strongly she might not have or at the very least been denying it enough that it may have seemed more like a Deja Vu. Still, if the ritual had managed to work? It would give the weight of his words and the confirmation of their connection to one another. 

A bright illuminating light would encircle him at first, twisting and churning within the environment as if the wind it self had started to pick up in a rapid course. Leaves and foliage rustled and clapped amongst themselves in a chorus of shuffling that sounded as if it were the first few days of spring, the scent of fresh greenery touched by the presence of a caressing dew also started to sweep through the air. Bella may even feel the presence of that wind growing closer, almost as if it were touching her skin with a moisturizing countenance before the warmth of a light would surround her. Beckoning trees continued to respond with an audible leafy applause within the area. 

Pulling from a deep well of his magic he continued to fuel the ritualistic process, the strain had been great but not enough to halt or stall him marking him of a Fae of youth but still well within enough years to boast some manner of strength. Using the touch of magic to rouse that latent blood within her, pushing away whatever limiting binds that may have been through means of magic or cursing and shattering them from the pool of power that resonated from him. 

Afterwards the environment they stood within began to rapidly decline in noise, a soft melody of leaves rustling against one another and the lack of any touch of air grew quite obvious within the room in the lull after the rituals completion. 

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Was there a reason to be scared? Perhaps, or maybe she was just being stupid, there was nothing to be scared off, besides, if something bad was going to happen it would have happened already, right? Being scared was not the only thing Bella was feeling, while she knew she had to relax, but it was easier said than done. It was time to stop whining about it and just get over with it, she had to stop thinking everyone was out to get her, that everyone had a reason or an ulterior motive to whenever they did or said something, while it wasn’t always what she thought, she always tried to be careful about it.

She watched the man as a bright light circled him. She took a deep breath and continued to pay attention to him before sound caught her attention. She watched carefully as she watched the leaves, while she couldn’t see the wind, she could notice that it was starting to grow closer and closer to her until she could finally feel a gust of wind swarm around her. The wind itself felt nice, felt warm and welcoming, almost like it was calling out for her. She closed her eyes to feel it a bit more as she enjoyed the feeling it gave her.

Bella didn’t pay much attention after she closed her eyes to enjoy the sound and the feeling of the wind against her skin. She could however feel a slight burn, nothing too painful, simply as it the temperature had increased without her even noticing the subtle variations until it was too late to notice them. When the burning sensation left a smile appeared upon her lips as she continued to listen to the sound of the wind flowing through the environment around them.

When she could no longer feel the wind touching her skin she opened her eyes to look at the man, he seemed shorter than he was before, she was sure he was taller, but Bella forgot to look down, as she was quietly levitating, and it was only when she became aware of her surroundings that she hit the ground, almost losing her balance.

“Is it over? Are you alright?” she asked concerned about him. She didn’t feel strange, aside from the little levitating moment she had previously she was the same old Bella, if it wasn’t for the fact that her eyes had a slight change to them. Should she try to do something or was she being a nuisance to the man? She was curious, but at the same time was concerned that she was taking too much of his time. She shrugged lightly, wondering about several things, what would she be able to do, or if she was actually able to do anything? Like talk to animals? It would be nice to finally have a conversation with Jester.

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The Ritual itself had been a success, the blood within Bella being roused towards a sense of 'acceptance' of it within. At least it'd been the best way that he could describe it while feeling the shifted vibration of magic between the two of them. When at first he had only a hint of consideration, now he had certainty of the fact. She -was- every bit his kin and it was something that he couldn't deny even if he wanted to. As the light receded away from him the effects of his strength being sapped away as if some force took the control of his limbs away to the point that soreness and the ability to keep them up long-term had been stripped away like some right. 

On instinct Vale's body started to drift low to sit on the nearby chair made of extremely dense roots and leaves and passed an exhausted sigh. "It is over. . . And you need not worry about me." His head lifted up, barely, with a weakened smile. Strength had left him, it was true, though the current connection to nature they found themselves in had gradually been building that back up once more. While it'd take some time for him to be at full magical power he was in no way in 'need'. Even still, in his mind, there'd been the far more pressing matter that the young woman's eyes had altered from merely a few seconds ago and it caused his lips to curl ever so brightly. "Ah, there it is. . . The Mark of the Sidhe.

Vale had been a state of being proud, not just for managing to actually perform the ritual itself being that it often took far less magical drain under most circumstances but also that his instincts hadn't failed him or been wrong. "The real question you should be asking is, 'What has already changed within me?" He snickered and rose his hand up into a gentle wave as an orb of water started to form before Bella and rapidly expended out into a flat surface as if it were a perfectly dense and reflective mirror. One of the many ways Fae often communicated as well as viewed themselves. "Notice anything different about yourself? If so then understand that over time you will notice things being slightly. . . Odd? Maybe what you couldn't do before you find happening, skills that gave you difficulty may even start to become far more potent since they align with your inner aspect as a Fae.

Sitting up he pressed his back against the chair, taking in the environment that seemed almost rejoicing in a calm praise at a new 'birth'. "Of course, it does mean now we'll need to meet with your grandmother as soon as possible. I hadn't expected the shift in your eyes and that's often a. . . Very telling mark.

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Bella shook the feeling off, she felt good, she actually felt great with everything, which was a strange feeling and made her feel uneasy about the whole ordeal. It was as if she was thrown into an emotion bag and couldn’t exactly explain her feelings, she felt good but at the same time she was confused and uneasy about it all, perhaps she should wait to keep everything in check, to get a better understand of what was happening.

Why shouldn’t she? He had gone through a lot of trouble for her, hadn’t he? She couldn’t help it but to feel like a burden, she knew the why but couldn’t understand it, maybe because there hadn’t been that many people willing. She smiled at him and walked towards him slowly and shyly, still a bit skittish, but she was able to push through those feelings. She couldn’t understand what mark he was talking about, unless there was something plastered on her face that would give it away, mostly because her arms and hands were the same as they were before, no marks, nothing indicating what she was.

“Changed within me?” she stood a couple of feet away from him, staring curiously at the man and about what he was saying. She should start reading about fae or at least ask someone about it, couldn’t be him, he had already done so much for her. When she looked at the floating water orb that showed her reflection, the most evident change was her eyes, how they had changed, perhaps that was the change the older fae was talking about. She blinked until her gaze landed on her reflection and on her eyes once more. She couldn’t prevent her face from expressing surprise as she continued to stare. “Like what? I mean, I levitated, my eyes changed…I know fae can talk to animals…” she started to think about all the things a fae could do and it was when she realized that she still didn’t know much about fae.

It was when he spoke about her grandmother that Bella realized that they needed to move fast, just like he had mentioned it. “I can arrange something soon.” She said, thinking about how soon she could get everyone to meet, she still needed to explain the woman how it had happened, but she was hoping she could at least hide the mark for a while, that what sunglasses were for. “I can hide it for a while, but I can talk to her tonight and see what I can come up with. I won’t have classes for a while so I’m mostly free. Does it work for you in a couple of days or so?”

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To him, it had been no trouble at all to do what he could. She was kin, more than that, she'd also been one that extended from him and another's union. What he owed to her had been more than a feeling of debt for not being there for her Mother. He owed her his support and knowledge as much as access to the realms that were hers by birthright even if unintentional by him, she'd been intentional by the whims of nature and the universe. She'd find a purpose, he was sure of that without any doubt. 

"Fae can do plenty of things. The variety is so expansive I couldn't even begin to tell you when and where or even how. Just that with anything in nature, things will unfold as they should." From the starting bud of a seed to the torrential rage of storms intended to make the world push into equilibrium from the damage of the Modern species - everything had been a systematic design. Something that could be considered amusing for those whom entreat with the Fae long enough. While most didn't see good or evil there were a few that held a sense of personal oath's or codes that they followed in order to keep themselves in the bows of balance. "If you seek to understand more there is one I've met that is quite Ancient, even by the standards of most of our people. You've probably even met her and didn't even realize it in your youth in the Wizarding world.

Those that traversed Tallygarunga's halls, that often had their wands repaired or even needed a new one would almost always find their way towards the Wand shop where he'd been keenly aware one of his Kin not only ran but designed many of the potent tools and instruments used. "A Fairy known as Stardust, I cannot say how old she is. Truth be told, we don't count in numbers that way." He laughed in a good-natured tone, the strength returning in his voices base signifying that he'd been in the process of recuperation the entire time. "But there maybe things she knows that even I wouldn't have been fully aware of, ways that would give you a better connection to your talents.

"A couple of days works perfect, Bella. Any day does, really." His tri-colored pupils lifted and settled on the young woman. "Do not doubt this, I will always make the time for you and have time for you. My home is your home. Whatever you need or what your Grandmother may need I will always be willing to provide.

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They could do plenty of things? Bella knew so little that it was ridiculous, she was ridiculous not knowing more than just the easy things. Perhaps with time she could learn how to do more things than just levitate; she was excited that she could finally talk to Jester, that was in fact the thing she was most excited for, not that she wasn’t for everything else, but finally being able to know what her crawling friend was saying was indeed the best thing. She was starting to envision how she would start to talk to Jester when the older fae spoke. She looked at him for a brief moment. “Only pure fae can look human right? Part fae, we actually have a human body correct?” she had seen his human appearance, and his real one. She simply assumed pure fae could fabricate a human body, almost like a shell or a suit they would use to walk among the human.

The name was a strange one for Bella, she hadn’t heard of anyone with that name before, at least no one that she could remember. Perhaps she had gone by a different name, it was probably why she hadn’t heard of anyone with that name. Why would a fae even worry about counting their age if they aged differently than humans? With a bit of luck Bella would reach her 90th birthday, but the man before her was practically immortal compared to someone like her. What if she was as bad at being a few as she was at being a wizard? Being fae didn’t dictate that she had to be good, just that she was different.

Her thoughts were shoved to the back of her head. “I’ll talk to her tonight then.” She spoke before smiling at Vale. The man was doing so much for her, things he didn’t have to, even continued to do so by offering his assistance, anything for her and even her grandmother. “Thank you. Then, would you mind if you stayed for dinner?” she said, inviting the man. She was a bit scared of his rejection, he probably didn’t eat whatever humans ate, but if it meant he could spend a few more minutes with them, it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“And if you want, you can come with me to the graveyard, while my parents moved on, I still have two annoying and chatty brothers who enjoy company.” Perhaps that was a bit too much? Perhaps it was all moving too fast and the man was just going to kick her out of his house. Bella had to stop thinking like that, the man had offered his home and his time, he wasn’t just going to kick her out like that.  

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"Not. . . Quite. It's a glamour, an illusion. Not a separate body at all. It is this one hidden from sight by carefully woven magic." Whether or not those of Half-Breed descent could harness such a power he hadn't been sure. It wasn't improbable, any of the many gifts could emerge and the closer to the bloodline the more - he wagered. Albeit with the Wizarding application towards those abilities though he didn't see a reason to doubt that she wouldn't catch on when it came to innate abilities. "I can't really say if you'll be able to access that kind of aptitude, at best it may end up making certain talents of your Wizarding nature far more potent. Almost as if you were a genius in the art of Transfiguration." And why wouldn't he think she held the intelligence to boast such talents? She'd made it through school, found herself in a University to further that very learning. 

"Dinner?" Vale's head tilted for a moment, what had been the last time he sat with someone and ate when it didn't involve some form a business exchanged in the making? Did Sibylla even counter given that it'd been as much business as it had for personal intrigue once realization set in on who the woman had been? A gentle huff escaped from him, smile curving in a warm manner while his tri-blue eyes settled on Bella once more. "I would be honored. I probably will need to go as. . . My less glorious self." His gaze shifted towards himself, giving a sizing glance before looking back towards the young woman. "Just avoid any form of iron if we can. That holds quite the bad effect for someone such as me." Not that touching it would burn him out right but it would weaken him rapidly and drastically to the point his glamour would end up useless anyways. 

"Brothers. . . Yes, I think I would like that." The dead hadn't made impressions on him as they did the quickened races. Even so, it was a thing of nature and to be respected and admire. A course that comes to all beings even Fae at some point in their nearly-never-ending lives. "I shall make sure their graves have the most wonderful of flowers as well. I believe Nightblooms would be the perfect touch."

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To be able to change someone’s look at will was an interesting and intriguing ability, she wasn’t sure if he could change any look he’d want, like an animagus, or if he’d have to follow certain rules, but she remained quiet about her doubts about it, even as he spoke of the glamour it was all foreign to her, while it was an illusion, why couldn’t wizards see through it? Fae magic was clearly different than wizarding magic, that could be the reason. She expected little from her ability, but it couldn’t hurt to try or to see if anything improves with time, it’s not like she’s going to lose anything for trying, the worst that can happen is to not improve, otherwise, there was always room to get better.

She nodded. Dinner sounded like the best time to talk, casually and slowly, and if what people say it’s the truth, and food does bring people closer to one another; maybe if it’s true it could be a good plan not to anger anyone. She remembers her mother’s slight intolerance towards certain objects, same with her, perhaps it was things with iron. Bella never had too much trouble with it, unless it was a prolonged exposure, but she did remember her mother suffering a few reactions from things. “It’s alright. We don’t have any, or at least I don’t think we do. But I’ll ask.” If her grandmother didn’t have, she would have to come up with a solution, but due to her mother’s situation she was sure her grandmother had already figured something out.

“They are also very nosy.” It wouldn’t be out of character if both her brothers decided to harass the older fae into spilling more and more information, about pretty much everything they could remember. They didn’t really grow, remaining children forever. A smiled showed on her face, shyly as usual but it wasn’t hidden. “Thank you.” she’s one of the few people that still visits the graveyard, it’s usually always clean but rarely has any new flowers, Bella just sits there talking to them for hours. “They like to chat too.” Perhaps if there was time it was possible just to sit with the boys and talk to them, not that they had many interesting stories to tell, but at least they would have someone else’s company.

It was impossible to hide her nervousness, but at the same it she couldn’t hide the fact that she was also happy in finding all these new things; it wasn’t something she had expected, but it was something that she had enjoyed. She continued to play with her hands, but her movements were less stiff. She wanted to know a bit more about him before moving to the album, he was open to know so many things about them, that she wanted to know a few things about him. “How long have you been here?” She found a chair next to him and took a seat. She avoided his gaze, still not comfortable enough to so, but found something else about him to look at.     

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Glamour, one of many talents afforded towards his people across the entirety of Fae culture. It'd been one of the ways they not only kept their interactions known to a minimum amongst the various races but the strongest of glamour's and abilities held their world together. Covered entrances that only absolute luck or unluckiness could unveil in someway without the full thorough knowledge to find the Mounds. The shift of his far more 'Human' look had barely even scratched the surface of how much could be extended. Of course, there'd only been so much he could extend himself in certain situations - a truth with many of his people until a certain point where their power would grow exponentially. 

Vale nodded towards her, a smile expressed on his face from the willingness and consideration she showed. He knew it hadn't been from anyone of his own family that could attribute such qualities. No, that was a clear sign of how well she'd been raised in his mind. To have such an innate awareness and kindness. "Something I often have to ask in certain situations. Usually I bring my own utensil. As I did within the Coffee shop." A gentle chuckle reverberates from him. "Iron, quite the bane to watch out for in my particular case. For you. . .? It won't have the same harshness but overtime you'll notice the rashes maybe even a diminish in spell potency." In truth, it'd been hard to tell completely what the effects would occur when it came to those of only part of their blood. 

"Nothing wrong with questions and knowledge." An amused  grin formed on his face which had only been followed by a smooth shrug. "I'm sure it won't fill all of the curiosity anyways. Ghosts tend to have it for eons do to their state of existence." Each one seemed to be different, but the key feature often had been that they never truly could experience growth. Not the way the living could, it'd been an unfortunate circumstance and one that he hoped wouldn't occur for many. "You must visit them often. I imagine you're far more chatty with them than others." He laughed lightly, the thought that she could get that light in her eyes like when she talked about her book. 

"Here? In Australia?" A hum resonated from him, mind wandering in thought. "For about a year and a half now. My long life has afforded me ways to gather wealth and masquerade amongst the people of the current society." It had been a while since he visited last, now that his mind had been thinking of his many excursions. "Before that. . ." He started, anticipating she might start to ask where he'd been before. "I was in Romania. A lovely place, beautiful language too. The people there have such a passion in their arts that isn't exposed on as it should be."

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“I remember my mother used to be slightly intolerant with iron. I only have a problem through prolonged exposures.” Touching it wouldn’t do anything to her, wearing any jewellery that contained iron for long periods of time would indeed cause her a rash, but nothing that wouldn’t go away after a while, it could take days or weeks, but overall it wasn’t anything serious. She could understand the implication and she was almost certain that there were no iron utensils at her grandmother’s house, but it didn’t hurt to ask. “I’ll ask, don’t worry.” She didn’t want him to worry, she was sure the dinner was enough to make the older fae worry, while he didn’t seem too concerned about it, Bella wasn’t sure if he was good at hiding it or if he really wasn’t concerned.

She had to warn everyone about her brothers, they liked to ask a lot of things, some personal, some not so personal, but not everyone enjoyed being bombarded with questions from two overly friendly ghosts who refused to leave. “They … they can keep you entertained for a day or more.” She chuckled. It was abnormal when they didn’t ask questions and it was rare, but she had no way of telling how talkative they would be once they meet the older fae. When she spoke, she looked at him and her breath just stop. She had interpreted his words differently, with a harsher tone but when he laughed a smile formed on her lips. “I can’t say I’m not.” They aside from her grandparents, her siblings are the only ones that know the truth behind their mother’s fate. She opted to remain quiet about her, there was no need to sadden the man before her, and it could be a conversation for another time, if it even had to be one, the woman was dead, it wasn’t like they could change the past.

He seemed to welcome her questions, and she didn’t mind. “Do you like it here?” she asked, paying attention to his every word before he finished answering her. “What’s it like there? In Romania?” she curiously asked. She had heard tales, usually dark tales about vampires and other nightly creatures who lurk within the shadows, but it was all fiction, none of that was real, she was certain of it, or some of her was certain of it. “Aside from Australia, I’ve only visited Japan. When I was younger, I lived there for a couple of years, I got my wand there.” She commented as she put her wand on the table softly in case, he wanted to inspect it. She never left home without it, she could perform wandless spells, but some simple backfired.

“What other places have you visited?” she asked once more, curiously. She was starting to feel comfortable around Vale, she wasn’t sure why but there was a certain familiarity that with others could take years to develop, and sometimes she can never fully trust someone, not completely.

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"It seems to have varied effects, I imagine based on how much of a 'Fae' an individual might be. It also could be related to how strong their abilities are within that bloodline too." It was a question that held no definitive answer, something that only the oldest with exposure to such a thing could offer and even then many wouldn't gather that insight. Not without some form of cost or a victim, something that he didn't plan to put the young woman through when it came to that side of his people. The cruel and vindictive side, the one where it made them far more dangerous than the 'pretty wings' and 'vibrant colors' that enraptured people into their grasp and hold. "Ah, you need not worry about that! I just needed to consider if I should bring my own utensils as I usually do. It isn't a problem, it's simply the fact of being what we are." It wasn't something he considered needed to have leaps and bounds made when he held a solution already. 

"I've many, many days ahead of myself. I believe I can spare several thousands of them." He offered her a gentle smile that had been accompanied by a light laughter. Questions were bound to happen towards him one way or another. Though whether he had intention to actually answer them or not hinged on how whimsical he'd been feeling within the moment. "It is always interesting, isn't it? Many don't get to keep the bonds of the dead on any level. Yet, you've been given such a gift even it." While it had been a messy affair that a tragedy caused such early deaths, that she would be able to still have some form of interactive connection meant they would never truly be absent, not like someone whom had been officially gone. 

"My time here has always been different. In the past it had been just another 'stamp' to me." Places, societies, they were temporary in comparison to his existence in the greater scheme of the world. Her question piqued a gentle hum that vibrated from him, eyes hiding the tri-colored pupils behind them while his head canted towards the side. "But in this current era and year it has been rather interesting. . . Many revelations and encounters that I had never thought would actually happened or thought wouldn't happen until many more years later." Such as finding a relative or meeting someone that he had encounter within his youth. "Japan is a lovely place, in desperate need of more of my kind to help preserve much of their nature life, but even so still lovely." He chuckled softly. "Romania is lovely as well, the people have a unique passion there even in their firm stoic nature as a country and amongst its people.

Vale couldn't help but laugh heartily, she seemed to be interested and it made him feel even -more- like a grandfather with such a question. "It would be far easier to ask where I -haven't- visited. While it is extremely rare for full-blooded Fae to travel my unique circumstances made it a necessity. As such I've visited everywhere in different time periods: Ireland, The America's, traversed all of Eurasia." To simply say 'Europe' wouldn't have even accomplished the great width of experience that he'd taken up in the two-hundred or so years of his nomadic existence. 

"This isn't even accounting for the various places within the proper plane of existence for The Fae. I couldn't even give you a full picture of the different Court's and societies that exist there."

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VMU Students ☆ VMU studentTecri
23 year old Halfbreed Fairy ☆ She/Her/Hers

Did that mean that if she was only intolerant after long exposure, her abilities weren’t strong but only average? Maybe her mother was right all this time, always reminding Bella of her average ability to do magic, well, the woman was her mother, she most likely knew more things than Bella did. She smiled at him but wasn’t sure how she was going to put her thought into words, maybe it would be pushing too much for it, or perhaps it would be just right? She began playing with her hands while her breath grew heavier and heavier every time the thought crossed her mind, either she spilled her guts out or she was going to have a panic attack. “Well…I mean…hmmm…” she controlled her breathing, not and easy task. “If…if this becomes more…hmm…uh…regular, wouldn’t it be more…more convenient to have ones just for you?” what if he thought it was too much? Maybe it was, she should have kept her mouth shut.

Bella started to recede, but she needed to push it, she had to get out of her comfort zone more often. She didn’t feel uncomfortable with the older fae, but it was clear that she still wasn’t completely comfortable, on another note it look less time to get comfortable around him, he was a stranger, but there was something about him that drew her to him, unlike most people she had met. When her brothers became the topic of the conversation she relaxed a little. She looked at him and thought of the two awkward teens that liked to chat with everyone that could see them. “In a way I’d like them to move on, to not be bound to this plane, but they … they refuse to go.” She still wasn’t sure why they were around, but they probably had their reasons and she couldn’t argue with two ghosts without calling too much attention to herself.

As they continue their conversation, her posture became more and more relaxed. She listened to Vale as he spoke. He didn’t quite answer to her, it seemed that he found it interesting, everything that had happened, but did he like it? Did it feel good to be in such a place? Bella didn’t proceed to ask again, perhaps she could get a more definitive answer later or another day. She acknowledged his reply with a smile before he started talking about Japan and then Romania. Her smile grew as he did. Japan was indeed a lovely place, it was different from Australia in ways she couldn’t describe, they had to be experienced, but Romania, that was a place where she had never been to. She was delighted to hear him talk about it.

“Okay…then what places haven’t you visited?” she spoke curiously, her eyes getting wider as she craved to listen to his answer while she looked at him, a shy smile wanting to grow, but still too embarrassed to show itself. “I assume you don’t live too long in the same place? Because you don’t age, or you move because you want to?” it was a bold question to ask someone who she barely knew, but at the same time she wanted to know why he moved.

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