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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 12:38 pm
A resigned smile crept its way onto Irame’s face as she nodded. It was doubtful that she would get anything better than that vague statement from her brother, and she didn’t want to push it. Well she didn’t want to push it too much.
“It would make me happier if you said that you would talk to him.” She said quietly, shrinking away from Dante, as if she was expecting him to draw his hand back again. “But I will not be able to draw that promise forth from the most excellent and silver tongued advisor Dante, will I?” She knew that it was more than a little chiding, but she thought that Dante was being stubborn in not going and talking to Greg. She knew that he was naturally stubbon, but she hoped that maybe, possibly, he could actually go and do something impulsive and something that he said he wasn’t going to at first.
“Thank you though. I am happy that you will at least consider what I have said.” She said with a bow of her head and another smile.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 5:18 pm
Dante let out a breath--what might have been a chuckle--and shook his head. "Irame," he said softly. "Young one. You wound me whilst you compliment me."
He considered his options. The first--he could stop there. He could let his sister think him stubborn, unmoving, and that would be the end of it. He could retract his offer, saying that somehow his sister had bewitched him, had tricked him into saying something he didn't want to.
And then there was the third option. But--
To the Devil with it, he decided.
"....Very well. I will speak to him...about this matter."
There was an uncomfortable silence as Dante averted his eyes, scuffed the carpet with his toe (damnit, he was NOT an Elfling!) and strode back over to his chair.
"Now is there anything else you wish to talk about?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 11:43 pm
The smile that Irame wore changed from resigned and reserved to openly happy as Dante promised that he would talk to Greg. Granted she didn’t know how the encounter would turn out, but she thought that Dante trying to reconcile would at least make Greg realize that Dante wasn’t a bad person, and that he wouldn’t do whatever he had threatened.
“Well I only say what is true, most skilled Dante.” She said with a small semi feigned bow. “After all how many diplomats came to Iliodean expecting to get the better end of negotiations only to find themselves on the receiving end of your razor tongue and sharp whit.” She had seen such things before and, while she had grown more used to them, she was still impressed at how keen Dante was and how diplomatic he could, if he wanted to, be.
Even as Irame tried to think of something else to say to break the silence that had befallen the two of them Dante began. She looked up from the ground in front of her, where she had been staring, and smiled once more.
“There is very little more that I could say.” She replied, settling her gaze on him. “Besides I am most sure that you would like to be alone, and I would not want to take up any more of your time.” She had neither openly confirmed or denied the fact that she did have something else that she wanted to tell him, and that left her in a good position. If he remembered what she needed to talk about then she could just say that she was going to come and talk to him later. If he did not remember, then he did not.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 8:18 am
Dante said nothing as he digested what his sister said of him next. He did smile a bit at its implications--Dante might have tried to be unobtrusive and out-of-the-way here, but there was truth in her words and her flattery was, for some reason, very lifting to his spirits.
His smile faded as Irame smiled back up at him again. It looked like his sister. It sounded like his sister. But....
Something was off. Something definitely was wrong.
Irame was the most frank person in the family, at least from Dante's perspective, honest and truthful and good to a fault. She enjoyed word games, he knew--but if it was a yes or no question, she'd typically answer with a "yes" or "no."
So why the little word-play...?
His eyes narrowed a bit, not out of anger but speculation. "The fact that you have 'little to say' indicates that there is something you need to speak of. I will not force it out of you, but I am curious and willing to listen if you need to speak. After all, my dear little sister helped me--and who am I to not repay that debt?"
Dante knew of the matter she spoke of--but if it was flattery and word games that Irame wanted to play, he'd take that thread and follow it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 9:56 am
Irame bowed her head respectively. “I am afraid that you misheard me, Dante.” She said looking at the ground. “I said that there is little else that I could say. After all is the matter not closed? You said that you would go and talk to Heru Greg and I do not whish to push that any further.”
So he had remembered. Not surprising. Irame had come to him for at least a few minutes every day since they had come to Shinkami to tell him about what magic she had done and why she had done it. She doubted that he would forget such a regular occurrence more than a few times. Inwardly she sighed as she glanced up at him.
“If you are speaking of my required magic report I simply thought that I could tell you later. I thought that you might need some time alone now, and that I could return later.” She lied, unable to smile while doing it, but able to at least not look as guilty as she used to when she lied before.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:59 pm
"Oh no, my dear sister, I do insist," Dante smiled, offering his chair.
He did not like where this was headed. Why was Irame withholding information from him? Usually she didn't mind--no, she did mind, she just wouldn't let it show. Even then it wasn't like her, and Dante's mind was working furiously, narrowing it down to three choices.
One--something had happened at Iliodean and she had not wanted to press it in his mental state, unstable and uncertain as it was.
Two--something had happened to Irame of consequence--something shameful and unwanted, something she felt she couldn't share with anyone else.
And the third...Dante shuddered, but added it to his list of possibilities. He just...he couldn't imagine Irame....
"I won't force you into this, Irame. But I will not judge you for how you cast your spells."
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 12:46 am
Looking down at the ground Irame took the chair. She didn’t look up as Dante spoke, but she did smile. Eyes still locked on the floor she nodded at what he said.
“I know that you will not judge me for the magic that I perform, Dante. That is one of the reasons why I am not scared to come and talk to you about such things. Nor do you force me into such things. I do them willingly, so that all will know that I am no threat to the Elves, that I care for life. That I am not inherently evil…”
She shifted and allowed the smile to fall. “But I can at least say that I have done no such magic today.” She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. At least she was telling the truth now. “The only spells that I have cast today have been elemental in nature, as well as a light spell, when I woke up this morning and did not wish to turn on the lights for everyone. I have done nothing with blood magic or necromancy, at least nothing today.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 9:57 am
Dante nodded. "I see." He surpressed a smile at the memory, at the surprised faces of the students, the delighted (and somewhat manic) laughter of Lovinghal, and all around the general warmth and affection that came through in his sister when she cast spells.
The neutral look on his face faded, though, as other memories came up in regards to that spell; one in particular, a feeling of something powerful and dangerous and potentially not his sister in that spell. An undercurrent that was masked by the warmth they had all felt.
"I remember that, Irame. But there is something that has been concerning me about your magic, a bit. I don't know if you are even aware of it, but I thought you should know.
"There's something...different about it. Your mana signature is...changing. I don't know if this is a good change or a bad change, but I thought you should know and take care."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 12:59 pm
Irame looked up at Dante from beneath her brows. It wasn’t an evil look, for her face remained neutral, but the way that she looked up at him, the lack of any emotion, seemed somehow almost sinister. The look was gone quickly though, as she almost immediately continued on to a smile.
“Maybe it means that I am growing stronger?” She offered eagerly. “Or it could simply be something that happens with age for people such as me. After all it is not as if there have been many of us to see what is normal. I would dare to say that I am actually one of, if not the, first one of my kind to get to such an age.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 5:40 pm
Dante shuddered and took a step back at the look that Irame shot him; because at that moment that thing he had been speaking of flitted through his sister's features and he took a step back.
There it was--the thing that was not his sister. And he was afraid because he didn't know what the hell it meant. It could be good. It also had the potential to be something very, very evil.
"Who--"
But he was cut off by his sister's surprised look and her soft voice, elaborating on just what it could be that was different. She didn't appear to have heard him at all.
Was it that his sister was becoming another person entirely? Or something else?
"It could be that, Irame. I just warn you, keep an eye on it, and you should stay away from darker spells for some time, I recommend."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 11:10 pm
“Dante I am an adult. I think that I can judge what is best for me.” Irame said with a smile and a laugh. “I have not cast any spells and do not plan on it, but should the need arise I think that I am more than capable of assessing if a spell is needed. After all you would agree that saving a person, should it for some reason ever come to that, is more important than me feeling a little funny.” Standing from her seat she shrugged though. It wasn’t as if she was going to use any of the spells.
“But I will be wary, and I thank you for your advice, for I know it to be good, and it is not often free. I do not plan on casting any darker spells and I will try to refrain, all things permitting.” she bowed her head to him and then looked up.
“Is there anything else that you would like to discuss Dante, or shall I leave?”
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 3:26 pm
Dante shook his head, holding one hand up in deference. "That won't be necessary, Irame. You know that you need not bow to me." It was a habit his sister had. "I'm not the consol, I'm family."
He thought a bit more on what she said. "Again, they were just recommendations. Advice, if you will. See if there are alternatives first. I have faith that you will, however." He sent a rare smile down at his little sister.
"...I think I am fine in terms of talking," he said. The conversation he'd had with his sister wearied him, as he was not one to speak much to others. Already he felt as though even this little tidbit of conversation was too much. "I will think on things now. Goodnight, Irame."
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