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The Nobles Library (PuzzlePieces & I)

He was humming quietly and swaying a tad as he cooked, a thick stew bubbling away, stirring it with a large ladle.He glanced over and smiled, biting his lip and laughing a tad."Your uh...your robe's open a bit" he states, gesturing towards her with a soft smirk.She was a pretty young thing and he'd not deny the fact she did quite arouse him, but he'd never take advantage of her, at least not make the first move on her when drunk.
 
She looked down reluctantly and fixed up her robe, fastening it shut without a word before going to sit at the table, combing her fingers through her silvery hair, her legs crossed. "That smells delicious," she said with her eyes shut, her face still a bit on the red side. She never really put any time into wondering about the opposite gender, she was always so enveloped in her studies and didn't bother thinking about relationships.
 
He ladled the stew out into two deep bowls and set one before her."Here you go, soul food" he stated, sitting down across from her."So, what's your name?...We haven't been properly introduced.My name is Cain" he stated with a smile towards her.On his hand was already the first cut, the first mark of Bloodmancy on the back of his palm, an etched symbol that was meant to seep and scar in order to mark him worthy.
 
"Runemia Elsa Fudorum," she said with a rather thick elven accent. "Rune, for short," she said after a moment, looking at the back of his hand. She looked back up at him taking the spoon in her hand and raising it to her mouth and taking a bite. She gave him a bright smile. "It's very good," she said before taking another bite.
 
He gazed her up and down and chuckled."I bet you're the envy of the village women" he stated, digging into his own stew."Even your natural form is very...sultry" he commented politely.Strangely he felt a new yearning churning in his stomach, a yearning towards this erotic changeling before him.
 
She blushed and gave a small laugh. "I don't go out much, besides to the market and then I try to take an appearance that wont draw too much attention to me," she said as she kept eating. "They'd probably kill me if I drew their husbands eyes away from them."
 
He laughed a tad "I'd prevent each one from planting a knife in your back, I find you far too enchanting for that" he stated with a smile."I must confess, I was a little uncomfortable at first around you, but then again I hadn't known what you were, now that I do I feel...relieved" he stated, patting her hand gently."I'd also like to show you something" he stated.
 
She took another bite then blinked at him. "You have something to show me?" she asked, sounding a bit confused, before taking one more bite. "This is really good," she murmured, it was almost obvious that she never had stew before.
 
"Bring it with you" he stated with a grin, standing up.He slid a large heavy iron key out of a drawer the size of his fore arm and headed down a set of stairs.The stairs themselves were a long climb down, the stone walls turning to earthen ones and the air getting dank and cold before it finally emerged into a torch-lit foyer.He moved up to a big door laden with a massive lock and turned to her."I'll only show you this and allow you it's use if you swear not to tell anyone".
 
She followed behind him bowl and spoon in hand. She shivered a little as they went down deeper and almost looked surprised as they reached the lit area. She looked up at him and she nodded her head. "I promise not to tell, just as you promised not to tell others of my true form," she said with a second nod, before taking one last bite of the stew.
 
He took the small knife from his boot and sliced across his finger, smattering the end of the key in his blood.He inserted the key into the lock and turned it, the lock glowing a fiery orange before it began to clank open, the doors swinging inward to reveal a large magic sanctum inside, a parallel space in which a powerful mage might practice."My father was a well known mage, you might know him as Alistair Dusconce?" he stated, referring to the human mage who'd formed the very federation of magic guilds."This was his sanctum, I Inherited it but...unfortunately not his gifts".
 
Her eyes went wide as she looked into the room and even wider at the mention of his father's name, nearly dropping the bowl in her hand. "Wow...." she stated simply. It was obvious that she was speechless, eyes wandering around the room as she walked in slowly. "Y...Your father....he really was...He was Alistair Dusconce?"
 
"Well...not legitimately but he raised me as a son" he stated with a smile, placing a hand on her lower back and ushering her in."I had promise for developing the gift but ultimately did not" he stated, the large sanctum doors closing."This place is shielded from the colleges and prying eyes of other mages, here you...and I might practice our arts respectively without interference" he stated."I...also brought you here because I wish to try something, and I don't wish to be alone" he finished.
 
She looked behind them at the closing doors and started to get a little nervous. "What...What do you wish to try?" she asked, looking up at him, biting her pale lower lip. She looked around the room a little bit more before looking back to him, completely unsure of what he was going to do.
 
He smiled and placed the Bloodmancy book down on the pedestal in the center of the room."It's...just a simple ritual" he stated, flipping the book open."The only thing I need you to do is let my blood for me while I do the ritual, It requires both hands" he stated.
 
"I....I don't know..."she said sounding even more nervous, looking at the book and then to him. "I...I don't feel comfortable causing harm to you," she said taking a step back.
 
He slowly stepped forward, placing a hand on either arm."Please...it's just a small cut...please help me perform the right of passage for this?" his eyes looked desperate."You must know what it's like to grow up around the magic and not be able to use it...please help me be able to use it in at least some form" he pleaded.The truth was...he had lusted for the ability to practice since birth, his father had a lust for magic that had burned even hotter in the inept Cain.
 
She let out a sigh then gave a small nod. "Alright. I will help you, but please don't ask me to harm you again. I don't like being the cause of pain in people's lives," she said as she looked up at him, looking both worried for him and nervous at the same time. "And be careful with this type of magic, it's dangerous, even for the purest of souls."
 
He let out a soft contented sigh and smiled.He took the book and strode into the middle of the sanctum floor, setting it down.It took him a while to draw up the chalk line on the floor, it wasn't difficult, and didn't even need to be perfect, Bloodmancy only ever required willingness.Once it was drawn he set the knife at his side."When I finish the incantation, I want you to put a small cut on my palm" he stated.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he spoke the words, invoking the ancient sacred rights.It was all chance and depended on the persons blood, either it was latent inside or not, and he could only hope.He uttered the last word of the incantation and held out his palm with closed eyes.
 
She stood beside him and took the knife in her hand, her fingers shaking around it as she held it nervously. As he spoke the last words on the incantation, she placed the tip of the blade against his flesh and put just enough pressure on it to draw blood from him, making a quick and short cut along his palm before taking the knife away, nearly dropping it on the floor.
 
It seemed he did indeed have the talent inherent in his blood.As the red liquid seeped out the seal on the floor began to glow."Aggh!" he groaned, his back arching as the thick blood pooled in his hand began to change colour, turning to a strange, glowing green before sliding back into the wound.He was panting and sweating as the seal began to fade.His eyes slid back into his head as he fainted from the ordeal, laying on the floor sweating.His hand was smoldering a tad, a smaller version of the seal on the floor burnt into his palm.
 
She knelt down beside him, looking worried, eyes focusing on his hand. She had been hoping that he wasn't going to be chosen, but now there were new things to worry about. She took the chalk and drew a circle around him then took an amulet from inside her dress and held it in both hands.

"I call upon the power of Tensur in my time of need. Help me to carry that which I am not strong enough to lift, lend me your floating disk," she whispered into the amulet as a blue glow rose from the floor before rising up with him on it, gently and slowly. She stood and went to the door, pushing open, the disk following behind as she headed up the stairs and up to his room. She opened the door and went in, peeling back the blankets on his bed and setting the disk upon it before it faded, pulling the blankets up over him.

She stared at him for a while before she went to find some water and a bandage, coming back shortly with what she looked for, carefully she washed his face and washed his hand, putting the bandage over his palm. She put the water aside and pulled up a chair and sat herself in it, not sure of how long he'd be out. She wouldn't find out though, she fell asleep quickly, curled up in the seat of the chair.
 
He had slept peacefully for only a few minutes before his dreams had become severely fevered.His eyes darted about underneath the lids, flashes of green accompanied by short muffled screams played across his neural pathways, visions of past things along his bloodline.He was squirming and writhing beneath the sheets as his blood ran cold, sweating profusely in his night-fear as his blood began to change and adapt to the strange new forces awakened inside of it.

It wasn't until morning he was released from his fevered dreams, a single soft breath escaping him as he slowly slid his eyes open, barely even squinting under the sting of the morning sun as it slid across his corneas and into the back of his mind.Everything looked different somehow, the same but different, almost as if he were gazing through a perspective not his own, at least one that he hadn't had before.He groaned as he sat up, shivering cold and soaked in a layer of sweat "Wonderful" he grumbled.His feet quietly slid to the floor and he marveled at the texture quietly for a while.His fingers ran over the night stand and his robe as he mumbled "It's like I'm feeling everything for the first time" he stated to himself.

Shaking his head he rose out of the bed and slid the wet robe off, going to toss it over the chair, but pausing as he noted her curled up in it.She must have carried me back up here...I'll have to thank her when she wakes up he mused with a smile.Instead he set the robe down and crept over to her, kissing her forehead before he slipped off to the bath chamber.
 
She was a very heavy sleeper, not to mention that she had a lot happen the day before. New friendship, learning new things, death, guilt and sorrow, pain and excitement as well as fear. It would be hard on anyone, not just one as young as she was. She slept for another good half hour before she started to stir, eyes fluttering open as she stretched, arching her back with an audible series of little pops caused from sleeping in a chair instead of a bed. She sat up and looked around, rubbing her eyes before getting up, putting her bare white feet on the floor.
 
"Good morning sleepyhead" he cooed, leaning against the door frame with a smile.He was entirely nude, his member hanging soft between this thighs as he shuffled over."Thank you for aiding me the ritual, and thank you even more for bringing me back up here" he stated softly.His eyes had a strange green twinge to them as he locked gazes with hers.As of yet he still had a soft warm visage, the kind that still radiated his kindness, though it was still somehow....different.

His fingers stroked softly over her cheek as a strange feeling welled inside of him, a knot in his stomach that made him curiously lean forward and plant a kiss on her pale white lips, tasting the softness of her changeling flesh.
 
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