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[Firesong has appropriated a table in a corner of the library. There's scribbled sheets of scribbled notes and diagrams in Firesong's own particular shorthand scattered all up and down it's length mixed with various book he's either pulled from the shelves or brought from home. At one end there's a pile of various things like small stones, several foot-long feathers, a small dagger and several small bits of jewelry that has been carefully separated from the rest of the disorganization of the table. Firesong himself is dressed in anusually sebdued fashion for him, wearing only simple black and silver robes with his hair tied back in a simple braid as he studies one of the books, a slight frown on his face.]
Setting the permanent shield will be the easy part. It's making it portable that will be the trouble, don't you agree Aya?
[He glances toward his firebird, who's perched on the back of a nearby chair. She just fluffs her feathers and turns away from him. He sighs.]
Fine, if you want to be that way I shall leave you alone.

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[Kyouya has his notebook in hand, but he stops, surprised at first by Firesong's change in clothing. Because if he knows flamboyant people (and, alas, he does) he knows that they rarely dress in any way one might call 'sober.' The diagrams are interesting, too, and the items are even more interesting.]

I hope I'm not intruding?

[Buts the book down and and stretches a little] Not really, I was actually just pondering a bit of a break.

The siderooms around here often have tea kettles and small snacks, if you haven't seen them yet.

Tea and snacks sound perfect, I need to get the taste of dust out of my mouth.

Will you feel comfortable leaving your work here, or should I bring the food to you?

[Firesong hesitates a second] Wait a moment please. [He walks around the length of the table, fingers trailing around the edge as he lays down a very fine layer of magic. It's little more than a magical silent alarm but it will serve for now.] There, it should be safe for now. Lead on, being away from my work for a moment will probably do much to help.

I understand. A change of scenery can open up new pathways for the mind. [Kyouya opens the door to the sideroom for Firesong, the sort of automatic gesture developed from too much hosting.]

[He is slightly amused by that.] It can also let old ideas gain new light when you aren't look at them as hard. Tell me, is everyone in your world this polite or is it unique to you?

The club I belong to values the happiness of our guests above all else. Treating others with politeness and respect is a matter of course.

[Has found a small try of snacks to nibble on. It had nearly been lunch time when he came here, he probably should get something to eat anyway...] A club that is dedicated to bring happiness to others..it sound like a rather selfless cause.

Tamaki is a very selfless person. The greatest happiness for him is another person's sincere smile.

Then that does say a lot about him. But what about you? Does it bring you happiness?

It's always my pleasure to bring joy to our guests. [There is, in his smile, a deliberate measure of insincerity. Because it is expected for his smiles to be a little insincere, his handshakes to be a little faithless, his polite words to be a little threatening. Whether or not that is what he really is . . .]

Firesong, what has happened to your clothing? Were you at Church? I hope they didn't bore you awfully. [As he doesn't have Aloysius with him just presently, one hand is free of his walking stick for him to hold it out to Aya.] Did Aya not enjoy it?

[Chuckles as he puts the book down] It's hardly anything to do with religion. I simply didn't want to ruin my good clothing while I was trekking through attics and disused storerooms earlier. Aya is sulking because I didn't pay her enough attention today and she got her feathers dusty.
[Aya in turn will give a little fluttering hop to Sebastian's arm. Careful, she's a lot heavier than she looks.]

[The added weight is a bit much for the Grievously Wounded Flyte, so Sebastian tries to settle into a chair without disturbing Aya in the process.] I imagine it's very unpleasant to get dust in one's feathers. Do you keep drinks in attics?

[Aya flutters her wings a little but say mostly balanced. Firesong just gives him an odd look for that question] No, I don't think many people would. All that was there was things the palace as a whole would rather forget about. [He also did note that walking stick] Are you all right?

Oh, yes, I was in a terrible accident and the pain was excruciating but I'm quite all right now. [Sebastian says this without any sort of irony. Now, let's see if Aya will let him pet her . . .] If you weren't looking for drinks, what were you looking for?

[Aya likes being petted. It gives her attention so she'll give Sebastian an approving coo.] What sort of accident could be that terrible?

I was checking to see if I could find any older records or ancient magical artifacts buried in disused corners of the palace. I thought they might provide information.

[This makes Sebastian happy, so he continues to do it.]

[The answer to Firesong's question - which Sebastian's wandering attention will forget to answer - is 'croquet accident.']

Has someone put a curse on you?

[One assumes there must have been a logical path that led Sebastian to this question. What that path was, however . . .]

[Aya gives another happy coo and turns every so slightly so he can reach even more good spots.]

A...curse? No nothing like that. I doubt there is anyone in all of Vlademar that could put a curse on me. [Said with complete confidence.] I was simply doing research on how to solve a puzzle.

[Sebastian obliges, because owning a baby lion does teach one something about how to pay attention to animal body language.]

You must be very good. What sort of puzzle is it?

[Sebastian is now Aya's new best friend.]

A magic problem sort of puzzle. I am trying to figure out how to apply basic magic shields to someone who posses no Gifts.

[Sebastian loves new best friends!!]

Oh, you want a charm for someone who can't do magic. [It wasn't immediately clear to him.] That would be useful. There are a lot of people here with magic, aren't there?

[Firesong likes people who like Aya, and Sebastian has just surprised him.] Yes, I've encountered several people with magic. So far none of them has seemed to be hostile but I don't think we can count on that being the case forever. I would rather work out how to shield someone who cannot protect themselves before a blood mage turns up.

[Somehow, he manages to talk about all of this whimsically, but there's something not quite right in his tone, something that betrays that he isn't as easy and careless about this as he is about picking out wines and abandoning lectures.] It might not just be the people here. There was what was in that Oriental resort. I think there's more to worry about than other people. Aloysius didn't at all like the rain we just had.

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[Firesong does pick up a bit on that tone and gives Sebastian a very careful look] That is a good point, and another reason why someone should come up with a protective amulet. Perhaps it will not protect against everything, but it will be better than nothing.

[with a light smile] Can you make it look pretty?

[With all confidence] Of course. What good would it do to create an amulet so ugly that no one wants to wear it? [As if he would ever create anything that was less than totally elegant. The mere thought makes him almost offended]

I never thought of it that way. Though I suppose it would be bad luck for anyone with poor taste. It would be very sad if someone were to be hurt because they aren't very good with accessories. I think half of Oxford would suffer if that were the case.

[Chuckles] I suppose having those who have no idea how to dress is a universal problem. We had a mage in K’Treva that was so bad at coordinating colors we called him Eyeburner and I swear some Valdemar nobles are nearly as bad. But I think once I get the technique down, I'll be able to create enough styles that everyone will be able to find something they're willing to wear. After all, it would be boring if they all looked the same.

[Sebastian laughs at that.] That's very kind of you, Firesong. [And then the curiosity takes over again] How many are you going to make?

[Smiles a little] Now that is a good question. I would assume that enough to protect all those without magic on the Plane, although I would hope I would not have to make them all myself. Surely once the basic spell has been created other mages will be willing to pitch in. [And he will complain if they don't.]

Do you know how many mages there are here?

I am aware of two, possibly three here. There could be more that I haven't become aware of yet.

I wonder if they have magic like yours. I don't really see how it could be a bad thing to do, though I suppose it's meant to be from the devil, but of course it mustn't be because it's such a lovely thing. Could the mages here help you?

In my experiences those who proclaim magic as evil are either ignorant of what it truly is or they're trying to trick someone.

I think even if they're magic is slightly different we should find ways to work together. It's just a matter of experimenting.

You must show me what you learn. We only have faith where I'm from, and it's rather dull not getting to see anything magical for oneself.

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