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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 11:27 pm
Aina glossed over Lorenzo’s phone for a name, quietly whispering aglais io under her breath. With a small, wide-eyed nod, the Frei couldn’t help but hold her breath as she clung to Duncan’s arm, staring intently at the circle as Lorenzo did his work. Her grip on Duncan only tightened as Lorenzo’s incantation continued, and true to his fears, the small lights did wonders in scaring Aina - by the time he was done, her eyes were squeezed shut and Duncan had lost considerable feeling to his forearms, which was surprising enough force from half a child.
She chanced a small glimpse toward the table when Lorenzo’s voice returned to its formal gentleness - Aina let go of Duncan’s arm when she realized all of the strange, sudden lights were now gone, and with a soft sniff, she leaned back toward the table. She smiled cautiously at Lorenzo’s request, but with a hasty nod, she lifted the lid on the bell jar. The butterfly was now fluttering by itself, not merely floating through Aina’s magic. The little display was enough to rekindle a genuine grin from her, and she lifted the plate closer to her face in order to see the butterfly closer.
”He’s all better,” Aina whispered, so as not to scare the butterfly away; she looked up at Lorenzo. ”Thank you, Mr. Fisch...!”
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 11:33 pm
Lorenzo smiled back. “I’m very glad for him. I’m sure he’ll lead a happy unlife.” Turning to Duncan, he said, “I’ll file this paperwork and get going to take a look at Mister E right away. I just need to get a few things prepared so that I’ll have everything ready on hand to set up the site.” He began making a list on a notepad and organizing his desk. “As for our personal affairs, here’s my cell phone number--” He handed Duncan a note from the same pad with a number scrawled on it in neat, legible writing. “I’ll certainly give you a call when I’m free and we can have tea sometime.” Later rather than sooner. If it was a rush job that Maree wanted, he would have to cancel the rest of his appointments for the day, meaning that he was even further behind schedule, damn and blast all childhood friendships!
He tapped his chin thoughtfully, trying to think of any other business that he might have to cover with Duncan at least, because so long as nobody had any more butterflies to revive, he probably wouldn’t see him for a while either which way. “Ah,” he said, and turned back to Aina. “About your payment for your butterfly friend…”
He put on his most professional smile and asked, “In return for reviving your butterfly, I sincerely hope that you and he will be friends with the raevan I’m looking after when she emerges.”
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 11:36 pm
”Thank you, Mr. Fisch. It’s been a pleasure,” Duncan received the note from Lorenzo, reading over the number before tucking it into his briefcase. The necromancer spoke to Aina before he could address the price on her little butterfly, and Lorenzo’s reply came as something of a surprise to him - he straightened in his seat, brows raised. Aina secured the lid of the bell jar on top of the plate to keep the butterfly secure, hugging it close to her while she listened.
“Oh--” the Frei brightened, and she nodded; ”Mhm! I can do that! We can do that,” she glanced down at the butterfly, ”Okay, Mr. Butterfly?”
With a chuckle, Duncan extended a hand out to Lorenzo. ”You’re very kind, Mr. Fisch - hopefully we can take you to tea soon. Please let me know how everything goes with Mr. E and Maree.”
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