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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 30, 2011 5:04:39 GMT -5
Arthur blinked, eyes widening slightly in surprise. There was no mistaking it, now.
"You... can sense the fae...?" he asked tentatively, desiring to hear the answer from Sven rather than the giggling fairies that had enthusiastically nodded. "How-- why didn't you say anything?"
To be honest, though, he was quite relieved. Finally, another person who could sense those creatures! He felt a bit more at ease around Sven now, and he wondered just to what extent the Swede was magically aware.
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Jan 30, 2011 5:39:59 GMT -5
Berwald's smile was tinged with the slight pain in his heart as he put his hands in his pockets. Sense them....barely. Whatever he could do, it probably wasn't strong enough to call it sensing.
"I can't see 'r hear th'm," he replied sadly, "b't my mother's alw'ys been able to. I c'n feel when they're around, s'metimes, 'nd sort 'f tell wh'n there's power about. Y've got a lot 'f it; I c'n tell that much."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 30, 2011 8:46:43 GMT -5
"Ah..." Arthur's smile slipped a bit, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the Swede. "I'm sorry to hear that. They're marvelous creatures..." And truly, it must've been frustrating, to have an inkling of a feeling that they were there, but have no way to find out if they really were.
"I've always been able to see them," the Englishman admitted; and then, to try and cheer Sven up, he added, "And currently, they're very happy around you, Sven." He smiled a bit, and tapped his shoulder. "They're sitting right there. There's one on your head, too, so don't make any sudden movements."
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Post by Berwald "Sven" Oxenstierna on Feb 1, 2011 5:30:37 GMT -5
The Swede chuckled softly, already sort-of knowing what Arthur had confirmed. He had to admit, he was just a little bit jealous. All those wonderful stories his mother told him...and this person, born half a world away, could probably see everything that had been in them.
"Moth'r probably sent th'm t'look aft'r me." He sighed, his smile fading entirely as he looked out over the city again. Maybe there were other things in this place that he couldn't see. Other great and wondrous things, not unlike the youth standing next to him.
Then again, he thought sadly, maybe he wouldn't.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Feb 1, 2011 13:59:52 GMT -5
Arthur paused, listening to what the fae had to whisper in his ear before speaking. "No," he said, smiling a bit. "They said they followed you on their out of their own will. They've been with you, ever since you were born."
That was what he loved about the fae - and the mystical creatures in general. They didn't judge him, and though they disapproved of some of the things he'd done in the past, they'd never left him unless he'd explicitly sent them away. (And even then, they'd come back as soon as he called, though he did have to apologize profusely for his harsh words.)
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