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Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 28, 2023 17:11:23 GMT
Elaine's focus was primarily on the headquarters face as she approached with that awestruck gleam in her clover eyes. This building was huge compared to her and it made the trees even larger to scale. As Lasair welcomes her she reaches out blindly with a grab and snags his arm to shake him enthusiastically. "This is the most amazing thing I've ever seen! Who are the statues? When did this even get here?" She let him go to tuck her curls out of her face with both hands combing through them back to turn those wide, eager eyes to him. The guild itself was beyond anything she'd imagined but it seems like he was enjoying her reaction almost as much as she was. Her hands drop to allow her to lightly smack his arm without any harm meant as she smirks, "Oh, I understand secrecy and all but don't you ever leave me like that in the middle of the woods again."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 28, 2023 21:03:03 GMT
Lasair laughed at her outburst and questions. “I’m not sure about the statues, and as for the builder, I’m told it was the original guild leader, the founder of our clan.” He smirked and put an arm around her, patting her shoulder and leading her up the steps. “It’s tradition. Everyone needs to come here on their own. No hand holding allowed—literally.” He paused to chuckle at his own remark. “Besides, everyone else did it in the dark, myself included. Now, you wanted a tour, yes? But I think by a ‘tour’ you meant you actually just wanna see the library?” He led her to the grand double doors and pushed one open.
The entryway was rather plain, with the most prominent piece of décor being the large shelf housing dozen of masks. Many of them were collecting dust right now, but several were clean and fresh. Most of them were styled after animals, or built from natural materials, each a unique work of art. There was a decorative rug under their feet, a couple racks for hanging coats and hats, and a welcoming feeling to the place. The smell of vanilla and books filled the air, a smell that Lasair associated with home.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 28, 2023 22:12:43 GMT
She had so many questions compounding upon the one's she was already hoping to gain answers to but all in due time. But she tucks to his side as he walks them up the stone steps with a snort at the concept of tradition to make people do that in the dark. It seemed like the prime hand-holding ambiance didn't it? "Is that so? What if I like holding your hand?" The freckled feline is all charming grins until he opens the door and she gets completely absorbed by the masks on the wall. The colors and textures making them stand out against the stone of the hall. They all display different personalities and characteristics that make her fully believe they are meant to be worn by a variety of people. Distractedly for a moment she echoes his last words before making full sense of it with a drop of her shoulders as the cozy ambiance of the building settles, "...the library? Oh! I do want to see it all but I won't lie, if you only show me the library first then there's a good chance we'll be there all evening."
Elaine chuckles and looks back over the masks with marked interest at the layer of dust over some of them. She remembers the deer figurine back home and the creative spark in her ignites. However, she would have to put it to use later and she turns back to the redhead to gesture at the pretty array of masks. "What are these for?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 29, 2023 2:44:24 GMT
The charming remake made some blush come to Lasair’s cheeks. He wasn’t used to being the subject of such quips. He grinned all the same, mumbling about how she had a point. That thread of conversation was dropped as he watched her take in the entrance of the place. She noticed the masks and he laughed lightly.
“Surely you heard some of the news stories? About a gang of masked anders committing crimes in the city? If you looked closely, they’d always being doing something that benefitted anderkind.” He tried to think back to the last time they had a reason to wear such masks. Nothing came to mind; a fact that depressed him somewhat. “If we ever need to do anything in or near the city proper, we need to protect our identities. The EIRAL won’t hesitate to arrest someone if they know they’re a part of the organization. We’re a bit illegal, you know.” He gave her a smirk as he said the remark.
He reached forward and picked up his own mask. It had been a fox mask, one you could buy from a store during festivals, one that had dozens of copies all over the city. It had been painted gold, but Lasair was always specific to paint it badly, so that it would crack and chip off and show the orange underneath. “This one is mine,” he said, putting it on for the moment. It covered his eyes but didn’t obscure his mouth. “Pull up a hood and no one will know it’s me.” He took it off then, offering it to her if she’d like to see. “You’ll need one of your own, but no rush on creating it.”
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 29, 2023 3:40:07 GMT
"I've heard all kinds of tales Lassy, it doesn't mean I attribute each to their respective sources. Besides! Wouldn't always pointing this to MI, even without knowing the name, be a little too on the nose?" She taps the tip of her nose as if to make the point stick before smiling at his joke about being illegal. It begs the question of which is more true, that the guilds are simply too good at their craft and are thus impossible to capture or that ERIAL is simply awful at their job. (At least on the detective side of things.) She flattened a brief look off to the side at the options and chose to not ponder that for too long. That could lead to madness she's sure of it.
However, as he pulls down a mask and claims ownership of it her eyes brighten at the flaking gold paint and the tiny flecks of orange peering through the face of it. When he puts it on she tilts her head and smiles wittingly. "A hood would definitely cover that glaringly bright crown you call hair thereby making you at least a little less peculiar. The gold is a nice touch." She says reaching out to take the mask from him gently into her hands, treating it with care as she thumbs over the paint curiously. It was mysterious but that's what made it so striking. Turning it over in her hands she lifts it to peer through the eyes at him to see what it's like. Honestly, she'd probably make a good green-eyed fox but she is brewing a better idea for her own mask. Added to the fact that when she's looking out from under it's shade it makes her eyes flicker with the reflections of the lights inside making them rather iridescent.
"It definitely fits you with how sly and ardent you can be. I'd compliment in further detail but I fear I'll boost your enigmatic ego too much." She teases lowering it and offering it back to him so he can fit it where it belongs. While she may tease him so for what it was worth she did find the mask a handsome suit. Folding one arm across her chest to prop the other up and tap against her cheek while she muses over the idea of a mask, "I think I already know exactly what to do for mine..."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 30, 2023 2:50:38 GMT
“I’m glad you agree m’dear,” Lasair answered with a smile. He was glad that she was quick on the uptake with all his little jokes and jests. “And I look forward to seeing the kind of mask that you create. Now, the library?” He raised an eyebrow and gestured down the hall, where a door awaited them. The other side would be filled with shelves and shelves of books, countless tomes about magic, beasts, and ander-kind itself. He gestured her onward and then held the door open for her as they walked up.
Post by Elaine Anncroft on Sept 30, 2023 14:25:03 GMT
Walking into that library was like stepping from one world to another. As she brushes past him her eyes are immediately drawn up over the shelves in wonder. The scents of paper and ink pressed between leather covers fills the air and left room for almost nothing else. She takes a couple careful steps into the room while slowly turning in a circle as she does trying to take it all in.
For a moment, it reminds her of her parents house. The bookshop downstairs where she spent hours reading what they had on the shelves and the days she spent reenacting the epics on the staircase that she consequently fell off of on a multitude of occasions. Which also led to the proudly dramatized deaths... crying over her favorite characters... throwing a novel onto the safety of her pillows when someone did something entirely unplanned from her point of view. Spending all night prior to a sale painting scenes she'd read by candles that she'd burn down to the nub before lighting another. Coming to regret the lateness in the morning when she was called down to help her parents open up shop.
But this was much bigger.
Elaine breathes in a deep inhale and turns to Lasair with a sparkle in her eyes. "This is incredible."