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Amilar Ereyo	The sun hangs low on the horizon over the beautiful gardens and venerable buildings of the Violet Meadow's campus grounds. Most lectures are long finished. Most students filter out into the city proper, to partake in Great Fork's many establishments for entertainment, food and drink, or intoxication. For those who prefer to spend the night in a less crowded place, the Radiant Blossom beckons. Compared to many other teahouses in the city, it's really nothing special. A small building, only two floors, with round tables and cushioned seats for maybe fifty patrons. On a tiny stage, someone plays the sanxian, filling the space with an inoffensive tune. The invitations both Shiro and Question had received two days prior had been brief, written in crisp Riverspeak script: Amilar Ereyo, esteemed sorcerer-engineer of the Seventh Legion of Lookshy, currently giving lectures at the Violet Meadow for young mortal sorcerers and interested scholars of other fields alike, has heard of you and wants to get to know you personally. At this time, in this simple teahouse, she has reserved seats for the three of you. This should be interesting!
Serene Herald	Perfect Question makes his entry into the teahouse. He's dressed in a simple, almost severe cut of clothes that nonetheless lets him move freely. Somewhat pale, his dark clothes and black hair contrast against deep purple eyes with a faint rainbow shimmer to them. With him comes Shiro, darker of countenance, both of them coming to the table. Perfect Question bows to the hostess and smiles, speaking in flawless Old Realm. "Good day to you, lady Amilar. Summoned, we come. Meeting you, we are glad. I hope the day has found you well." He then smiles and takes a seat, relaxing and reclining.
Last Light's Whisper	Entering the teahouse beside Perfect Question, Shiro glances around the room as the pair make their way to the waiting Dragon-Blooded sorcerer. Wearing a loose, beige robe and sandals, Shiro looks like any other scholar or philosopher found in and around the university. Coming up to the table, Shiro follows Perfect Question's lead in making an introduction. Keeping his eyes locked on Amilar Ereyo, Shiro bows deeply and says is slightly accented Old Realm, "Honored Amilar Ereyo, it is a pleasure to be summoned by one of the Chosen." Straightening himself, he waits to be invited to sit before taking a chair
Amilar Ereyo	The table her hostess has picked for this meeting sits in one corner of the lower room, providing an excellent view of the comings and goings of other patrons and the waiters, while in turn being easy to spot from the entrance. One might have seen the Dragon-Blooded going about her business on the university grounds in some kind of formalized casual uniform, but such isn't the case tonight. Instead, she has draped herself into a comfortable kimono, indigo blue silk adorned with a flock of silvery birds taking flight. Technically, weapons are frowned upon in this establishment, but she has kept her slender reaper daiklave on her person - why that would be is anyone's guess. It rests harmlessly in its black laquered sheath for now. She immediately gestures for Shiro to take a seat. After her guests are both seated, she gives them a warm smile. Tufts of her black her waft in a breeze that only seems to exist in her immediate vicinity. She leans forward from a very comfortable looking chair, resting both elbows in the table. Bright violet eyes regard the two "mortals" with great interest. "Thank you both for coming on such short notice. May Mela bless you with clarity. Would you like to order something? Whatever you pick, it's on me."
Serene Herald	"Thank you. I will take chai, but with rich cream, if you please. And if I may be so bold, why do you wish to get to know us more? I'm rather flattered that a wai tan-junai would notice me. Did you wish a horoscope cast? To discuss philosphy, or other subjects of academic or occult import?"
Last Light's Whisper	As he takes his seat, Shiro raises an eyebrow at Amilar Ereyo's sheathed sword, but pays it no more mind as he turns to the waitress. "Green tea," he says without further embellishment. Shiro returns his attention to Amilar Ereyo, closing his eyes for a moment to feel the slight breeze of her exaltation against his skin without the distraction of sight. "It has been said," he begins, "that the Essence of the region has been disturbed as of late. Spirit courts are disturbed, the dead do not stay quite so dead as they once did, and there are being who walk Creation that haven't been seen in an age." He lets the words hang. "Perhaps these are why you summoned us, esteemed Amilar Ereyo?"
Amilar Ereyo	Ereyo orders something called "Wintery Delight" without further explanation, but the waitress seems to know and quickly darts away to get their drinks made. When she's gone, the Air Aspect smoothly switches back to Old Realm. Her command of the language is fluid, albeit not flawless - there's a slight accent in the way she pronounces certain sounds, probably only noticeable to a native speaker - or someone heavily exposed to different dialects of Old Realm on an almost daily basis. Her smile widens into a delighted grin when Question actually uses the proper term for her rank, and she relaxes back into her chair. "I certainly wouldn't mind a horoscope, but that isn't my main priority. You have both distinguished yourselves among the scholars in the city, and I wanted to learn more about you. Our respective fields of expertise may be different, but I see this as an opportunity, not a hindrance." After this, she listens to what Shiro has to say... and there's a noticeable reaction to his words, although she tries to hide it (something she clearly isn't very good at). For one, her smile falters a bit. The moving air currents around her also seem to respond to her changing mood, flowing more erratically. "I..." The Dragon-Blooded frowns slightly, blinking at Shiro. "I certainly wouldn't want to spoil your mood with such grim matters. Unless you want to, that is", she replies courtly, after a significant pause.
Serene Herald	Question sits calmly and waits--until the server is gone. "Fair enough. Mine is searching out the beginnings of things, to predeict their ends, or to find their ends that I may understand their beginnings," he says. "You I assume work with magic and weaponry both for your Legion. What goal have you in mind to work with us--or us for you?"
Last Light's Whisper	If Shiro notices Amilar Ereyo's response to his question, he doesn't show it, though his intense focus remains fixed on the Lookshyan sorcerer. "Those 'grim matters' are my field of expertise. I do not often find myself in such genteel environs such as this, for my knowledge is gained elsewhere." Again, he lets the words hang.r At Question's mention of predicting ends, Shiro gives him the briefest of sidelong glances, but returns to Amilar Ereyo. As he awaits Amilar Ereyo's answer to Question's inquiry, Shiro locks eyes with Amilar Ereyo for a long moment to ask his own, silent question, not with words but with his sense for secrets.
Amilar Ereyo	As it turns out, the Radiant Blossom's staff doesn't have that much to do at the moment, and they seem to possess some means to rapidly heat water. Maybe a minor god or fire elemental is employed here? Regardless, while Ereyo considers how to answer, all three drinks arrive. The Dragon-Blooded's is served cold, a glass cup of amber liquid artfully mixed with milk, with small chunks of ice bobbing near the top. Question's words are rewarded with a raised eyebrow. Shiro senses that the other Sidereal's words have no special meaning to her. This time, she waits for Shiro's response before she speaks again, taking a long gulp from her cup.. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try and drag you into my military projects", she assures them with a quick smile, nodding at Question in particular, before her eyes shift briefly to Shiro. "You are a mortal sorcerer, a rare thing in this age, and..." - another look at the purple-eyed man - "...Perfect Question is renowned for his aptitude in astrology. Since I believe in the sharing of knowledge, here is what I propose: I can offer tutelage in many things, chiefly sorcery, the mysteries of the Bygone Age, and practical crafting. In exchange, I would be delighted if you, Perfection Question could teach me how to read the stars, and interpret them correctly. As for you, Shiro..." Now her attention lingers on the other sorcerer for longer. Again, although she briefly makes eye contact with him, there is no hint of recognition - she doesn't know what he really is, that much is certain. "What could you teach me? My perspective on sorcery is very different than yours. What you just said, about 'grim matters' being your specialty... is that related to your initiation, perhaps? Or to the spells you have learned?" If she believes in sharing her knowledge... would she be able to keep a secret at all? Shiro - or rather, Last Light's Whisper - can briefly sense the web of connections she has to the fates of others around her, like a tapestry spun from glowing green silk. She is a soldier, and Lookshy's best interest are her's as well.
Last Light's Whisper	Shiro accepts his tea with a slight not of thanks to the waitress. Taking a sip from his cup, he lets the tea warm him as he considers Amilar Ereyo's words. "I would not presume to guess the reach of your knowledge, but in my travels, news of the occult and the arcane comes to my attention - tidings of places and things that don't often reach the lecture halls of the university or the battlements of Lookshy. I would offer these tidings to you, honored Amilar Ereyo, if you would have them." Shiro leans back into his seat and takes another sip of his tea.