#theharbingerofflames

[magister-cyran]

( a-small-mini-arc )

✨ @theharbingerofflames ✨

Hmm?

*Cyran notices unexpected movement in the study as he stands by his wardrobe. He gently closes its doors and carefully steps through the door connecting the two rooms.*

And who might still have business with me at this hour?

Ah. It is... you? Merlin.

Or rather ... one of many.

[magister-cyran]

[A voice echoes.]

“Hey, remember me?” [A brief pause.] “Well… I’m “one of many” out there, but knowing you, I’m pretty sure you still do.”

[Still slightly cheeky in tone—that signature smile can almost be envisioned. Except, this time it’s tingled with...]

“I’m not intending to show pity or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. Sometimes, a reason can be as simple as stopping by for a visit. But hey, I won’t actually be there if you don’t need some company.”

[The voice sounds little under the weather, half expecting a straight up “no” for an answer. Still, an attempt was made.]

~ ✨ (Magister Lisin)

... your voice. I have indeed heard it before. You have come to take the small creatures from me, have you not?

If pity is not on your mind, then why mention it? I may have refused to welcome social calls lately but it all had to do with the caller rather than me. You see, most of them do nothing but pry into my personal affairs but that is hardly any of their business. It leads to awkward situations that I intend to avoid.

Come, if you want. Based on our past encounter, you are one of the more agreeable instances of Merlin. Perhaps I learn something of interest, too.

[magister-cyran]

(A golden fluff ball, unannounced, gently rolls on Magister Cyran’s desk, just not far from the other two sentient plushies. Upon closer inspection, the fluff ball is actually a similarly small, plushie version of Fox, who at first looks at Cyran curiously, then lets out a soft “weh!” and stays put like a quiet cat, instead of worming all around the place.

Also, this one gives off warmth upon physical contact.)

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*Cyran is quietly trying to read from the book on his desk, the mini-Linnie sitting so close to his hand that every time Cyran turns a page, he keeps pushing the plush around before it settles again.*

...

*Snek is still silently and tirelessly worming against the magical barrier in the upper left corner of the table.*

...

!!

*Then, out of nowhere, a faint trace of magic catches his attention and yet another small plush rolls onto the desk.*

...

...

So, that will be three then.

I don't recognize you, either, hot one. You sound similar to my miniature self... perhaps Fyodor knows you?

You remind me of the ginger cat we used to have... I didn't like it.