Welcome to Gaia! ::

Walter smirked as she apologized, he had found the Krak incident quite amusing to be most honest.

That quite good Lady Teira. Master Maximos will be quite happy to hear that.

He smiled, holding open a door for the lady.

Things will be quite alot easier now that The Lady, can understand us.

The door led to a lunch room. It had a medium size table as opposed to the dinner monstrosity, a set of chairs randomly spaced around the room, and seemed generally quite cozy. Teira would be led to one of the nearby chairs, and Walter would of course stand across and to the side of the chair so that his presence was known and yet he wasnt in the way should she choose to exit the chair.

Is there anything the lady would like?

Indeed.

Walter nodded.

Want, need, or desire. In other words is there anything the Lady would like to make her more comfortable.

His right arm was bent across his stomach, parallel with his hips. A similar pose to the one he had at dinner, when there was a towel over his arm. And with a wave of his left arm over and down his right, there a black towel was.

A drink perhaps? A morsel to eat? Is anything left the Lady would like to ask?

Walter was after all a butler. Countless years were spent in servitude and upkeep in this calm pleasant home. Its simply what he enjoyed doing.

Of course.

It seemed she hadnt retained all of her linguistic skills. But she had enough that he could at least hold a decent conversation with her. He reached to the table beside her chair, picking up a pitcher and pouring a cool class of water into a black tinted glass cup. And very gently handed the lady the cup with a white napkin beneath it.

Would the Lady care for anything else? If not, would the Lady mind if I ventured as far as to ask a question of her?

The Lady is most gracious

He reached out to the chair on the opposite side of the small table on which she sat and took a seat. His posture bent, leaning forward toward the Lady with a kind smile on his features. His arms rested on his knees, his white gloved hands folded into each other.

The Lady has shown signs of certain...unique quirks, and I was curious how much of such The Lady remember.

His hands slid gently against each other and his eyes scanned his hands for a moment.

Soon after waking the Lady had an encounter with an enchanted broom in my possession. The was a spark as it touched the ladies skin. A magical backlash.

His gaze returned to Teira. A confused and yet interested gaze on his elderly eyes.

Does the Lady have any recollection of any magical abilities?

Walter was a master at reading such signs, it was simply what he did. Without her having to utter another word the cup gently floated in front of him and found itself refilled and placed carefully in her grasp.

Magick...is a method in which we exert ourselves onto the world around us. Observe.

Walter lifted the pitcher pouring it directly onto the table, before the water could splash it seemed to take the contours of the inside of a cup. A black spiral surrounding it and forging into a black cup, just as Walter placed the pitcher back down.

That is magick.

He lifted the cup in his hands this time and took a small sip before placing it down.

I believe the Lady herself is capable of magic. Does the Lady by chance feel a connection to the world around her? Something deep perhaps, a tug at the weave which forms...

He gestured to the room around them, and more indirectly, the world.

...all of this?

Room, yes. This room would be an excellent place to begin searching.

He stood, gesturing around the room, running his fingers along the elongated table in the center of the room. His back turned to her as he took a few steps and then stopped.

The entirety of this room no....

He turned around.

...this house. Is enchanted, brimming with magics to keep it in place, and shield it from the elements.

He made his way back to the fireplace. He bent down striking a log against the inside of the fireplace instantly engulfing it in black flame before he tossed it in, filling the room with the lovely scent of burning wood. As light would be most hazardous to the inside of th room, this was instead a faux violet and azure glow, but a glow none the less.

If I may impose the Lady to try, close her eyes, and see if she can reach out to this room without using her hands. It may seem impossible at first, perhaps even difficult...but I entirely believe it possible.

Walter watched her most carefully, he could almost feel her tapping into the delicate weave of the house. As expected at first it bombarded her, but soon he could see the weave sort around her, managing itself into a comfortable form. It took her a good amount of time, but nothing in comparison to the years it takes the less magically inclined.

As she turned to the fireplace, he stepped back. Magicks involving fire have a tendency to be quite...energetic. The words, they way they came from her seemed less as if they came from a new experience, and more as if an old memories being refreshed and released.

The torrent of black flame rose and gushed toward her. Flame...the water made sense now. She was in a shadow form, it had no real need to thirst or eat, it was driven by the instincts the mind that inhabited it contained. Her shadow nature even more so allowed her to tap into the dark flames inhabiting the fireplace. The fire came in a powerful gust toward her and yet Walter did not budge. Chairs could be replaced, desks re-created. Somehow, he was sure she would not be harmed.