RP:No Mending Required
Summary: Emilia crashes the professors’ card game
Smyth College of Bardic Arts
After finding your way through the Topiary Garden it would only be fitting to come upon a building which looks like a section taken right out of any castle in the same style as all of Schezerade, in all it's decadence; marble forming the entirety of the large building accented with gold and platinum in which you'll have to cross over a glass bridge in order to reach it. The front door is welcoming for all shapes and sizes that are the citizens of Hollow and spans a great distance in it's solid French Door of a design. Opening it up one might be perplexed at the ability for the fortress to hold such music coming from the main hall there with all of the astute students practicing their talents. Once immersed, the eyes might be stolen by the gaping cathedral ceilings above, spotted by gold and platinum in which encircle mini glowing stones to mimic the night sky, but beauty is not what the ceiling is for; it carries one's voice in the most pleasing fashion. This main hall is quite a vast oval-shaped room, but the walls are shelves, carved into small diamond shapes. Each slot contains a scroll to nearly any song someone might wish to hear or practice in it's magic. Among the marvelous white-wood, gold-accented, concert grand piano in the middle of this large room there are a plethora of nearly every musical instrument imaginable, one just has to look.
Nearing further into the castle one's nostrils might pick up on the scent of mouth watering food being cooked wafting from the kitchen which is north of the main room and it also holds an elegant dining area containing a handful of small tables. In the corner of this kitchen there is a winding staircase which travels below where students are bustling to and fro. If you wish to stay, grab your favorite spirits from the well stocked kitchen and listen to the bardic magics, relax in one of the many luxurious sofas strewn about these to areas. Off to the east corner of the main hall, there is a locked staircase with an outreaching design in onyx stone overlay which is seemingly inking over into the pristine luxury you’ve found yourself in. It's as if the area above holds a darkness that's attempting to leak out into this little slice of heaven… Better just leave that door alone.
Brennia pulls her dealt cards close up to her face and dawns on the best poker face to her colleagues. A tattooed hand pulls the potent cigar from plump lips while liberty blue eyes are obscured from the thick smoke of it. One tattooed leg crosses over the other under the form fitting waist high pencil skirt which her blue silk blouse is tucked into. The college is quiet on Saturday night with only a few students lingering in the main hall fiddling with instruments by the fire. The cool marble of the floors glisten in the dim candle lights and the front door is always open for visitors to easily be lead to the grand courtyard off the west side where the few professors and headmistress are playing a round of poker. Each professor having their own drink from the wheel away cart next to them and Brennia's own being a dry Cabernet. Some jokes and laughter flow from the open window paned double doors to the main hall and Brennia lowers her spectacles down the bridge of her nose to study the horrible poker faces of her colleagues.
Emilia had yet to perfect the notion of flying, especially when her wings were false and made from ice and snow. Not only was flying hard but landing even worse than anything else. Where it not for a lucky fact that a student was exiting the college the clumsy Genasi would have crashed full force into the doors. Barely making it past the door before it slammed shut the Genasi let out a odd sound like ice shattering before she crashed into a wall just behind the entrance. It was a hit hard enough that the woman promptly fell backwards onto the floor with not only a loud thud of her weight but the sound of glass shattering. It was not glass but the wings made of ice and snow that were destroyed in the impact. With the wind knocked out of the pale woman she just laid there on the floor surrounded by the busted wings on the floor, still pretty to look down upon from above before they began to melt when separated from the flow of icy chill magic. Eyes closed Em just remained lying there without the want, at the moment, to even attempt getting up.
Brennia and the professors came rushing in with enough time to see a couple students running to Emilia’s aid to only slip and fall right in their bottoms in front of the Genasi to only laugh at themselves. Cautiously Brennia and two of the professors approach in order to help the students up while Brennia only looked down at the ice feathers slowly melting on the cool floor. Liberty blues land on Emilia with a warm smile, “Merry meet, healer.” She squats down in the only way a woman in pumps and a right knee length shirt can so she can pick up one of the feathers, “these are beautiful.” Brennia stands back up, bends over and holds a chilled hand out to Emilia in offer to help her up. “Welcome back,” once Emilia rights herself a black sharpened fingernail traces the grooves of the ice feather in her opposite hand. Always friendly in her sultry alto tone she asks the healer, “how are you on this fine night?”
Emilia found herself giggling at the students when the slipped and fell in the melted feathers. Icy eyes gazed up at the beautiful winged woman that was greeting her, "Merry meet, Miss. Sorry for the crash landing in your college. Was not my intentions to interrupt on this wonderful eve." The feather Brennia held sport a spine made of thin ice that branched out to form the delicateness of the rest of the flower fading from snow covered ice into put snow. There as the ice and snow melted would become a much larger pile of freezing water. Upright the lady dusted herself off. A simple deep blue gown that ended just above her knees and barefeet adorn the otherwise exposed Genasi. Right foot up to mid calf sporting new ink of a midnight blue sky speckled with stars and unique snowflakes of various size. Gaze looking up at the dark haired woman she answer softly, "I am alright I would suppose. Sore from that failed flight attempt, but I have had worse. How are you, Miss?"
Brennia watched as the professors escorted the sore bummed students towards the dormitory stairs furthest north in the great hall where the kitchen slash dining area is. “No worries, anyone who truly meant the college harm or it's residents wouldn't even see the castle here… That, and a plethora of other enchantments woven into these halls.” She let out a relieved sigh, “most of the students have left for spring holiday. What amazing luck,” she gives a wink on down to Emilia before her gaze lingers further down. “Nice work there! Is that a Meri original?” Brennia’s smile widens exposing perfect pearly whites and dimples poking in caramel cheeks, “oh? You'll get better with practice. Some of my first spills were a doozy, I've still got some nasty scars for proof. Would you like a drink and some chocolate? It helps.” It's hard to imagine Brennia being anything but graceful. She motions for her to come and follow after handing the ice feather back to Emilia. Pumps clicking on the marble floor and when they would near the fireplace Brennia gave a subtle hum that snuffs out the fire and its warmth. “I am very well, thank you for asking.”
Emilia smiled as Bre noted the Meri original, "Indeed a Meri original! I do love her work. It is much easier having someone else do the inking over doing it yourself." A smile and a hint that the frosty woman also could do tattoo, not nearly as well know as Meri though. Following the woman she nodded, "As long as both are on the more frozen side I can handle both, thank you." Oh, how she imagine the warmth of some things from long ago, yet knew better than to injury herself trying to eat anything other than frozen things. A sad life, she would never enjoy fresh baked cookies or hot cocoa again. Shaking away her mental thoughts she double her small steps to keep up with Bre's strides. Her barefeet making no noise as they traveled along, "I am sure in time I will either succeed or fail fully. It is not an easy task to try and be a flyer when I am a two legged walker....but I am ever glad to hear that you are doing well! Well people make me happy...means I do not have to spend all my time mending them."
Brennia nods, “I assumed as much.” She motions a hand to the empty courtyard letting in a refreshing breeze from outside and Brennia's cigar slowly dwindling away on the cobblestone, “have a seat. I like to keep some chocolates in the larder. My chef whipped up this drink I've never had before he made with lime, pulped ice, and tequila. Interesting mix made for a tasty cocktail.” Once Brennia joins Emilia under the starry skies of the courtyard in the twilight of oil lit street lamps throughout it she sets the chocolate on the felt card table next to a large pitcher of lime green sloshy liquid, margaritas, and bends down to pick up her cigar. She dusts it off before taking a drag from it, “ah, flight. Just got to keep your eyes on the skies. When you want to land, start walking or running in the air with your legs until you glide down to land. Just some pointers, but there is a flight school still up here if you are interested, Emilia.” She sets larger mini fishbowl looking chilled crystal glasses on the table before filling it with the slushie alcoholic drink. “No mending needed here.” She picks up the abandoned hands of cards one by one with a smirk.
Emilia followed Brennia out toward the courtyard. It was a few moments before the woman took the offered seat. The tiny woman spent a few moments spinning in a slow circle to take in the sight of the courtyard. A gentle smile on those frosted blue lips. It was pretty here. Sliding into her seat the woman gave a nod, "This really is a pretty place you have here." Silence as those blue eyes studied the slushing green liquid, not sure if she wanted to try it or not. Attention back on the lovely winged woman, "I am sure that I will figure out flying at some point. Clumsy as I am I fear there may be many more bumps and bruises along the way."
Brennia gave a polite bow at her mention of the place being pretty, “thank you, I’ve since donated it to students willing to study in the ways of the bard. I figured I would put this space to better use and I couldn’t think of anything better to do with my time than share in my ways.” Brennia offers one of the glasses of adult slushy to Emilia and a narrow block of triangular chocolate while she also took a seat so the back of the chair was to the left of her turned toward Emilia. This was more for purpose in allowing those large onyx shaded wings to drape behind her and she takes a moment in taking a drag from her cigar. She takes a sip of her own lime green drink with a pleased hum, “I remember my younger brother was a bit lacking on the growth curve for children his age and for a long time he was picked on for being so clumsy.” Another pause as she looked at the lonely half of their family crest on her inner left forearm, “the thing about flight is that sometimes it just molds you into finesse… I’ve seen it.” She offers a wink before another tip, “oh and never drink and fly.” A soft chuckle given.
Emilia accepted the glass of strange green slushieness. The small woman lifted it up to her nose to take in a small inhale of the scent. It was a delayed moment before she took a sip of it to test out the flavor. Her face scrunched in a not sure face. It was not bad yet it was not the most exciting for the frozen lady. Lifting her fingers she ran them through her white tangled mess of curls, "I had siblings once...I do not remember much of them anymore...I suppose I was always the clumsy one. Still am. I get lectured on it all the time." A small shrug before another drink. Still unsure about it, but she took another slow sip. Looking to Brennia, "Noted. No flying and drinking."
Brennia is more than okay letting the sibling talk end there for her brother is deceased so she smirked, exposing perfect pearly white teeth, “that doesn’t make sense. It’s not like you can help being clumsy.” Blue eyes steady on the woman, “and you are small, but I know you are no child. So, you are a woman and women should be allowed to do as they please.” A subtle shrug given as she takes another drag of her cigar, making sure to billow the smoke away from the icy one. Brennia usually offered her guests a smoke if they please, but she figures she probably doesn’t because of fire and all. “I mean falling or getting wounded is just life. Do these lecturers expect you to live in some sort of bubble?” One tattooed leg crosses over the other under her skirt while sipping more of her drink. “Maybe next time you visit I’ll show you some maneuvers over at the flight academy here in Schezerade.”