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“I don’t get it…” A soft huff soon came after the words. Long white tendrils were playfully tossed aside with her free hand as the left one was holding a rather large book with a red leather bind to it. A girl in a library. A normal scene in your everyday library except the part where she was sitting on the table’s edge. Not very many libraries would accept sitting on the tables as part of the relaxing setting that Tegan claimed it to be. Book of all sizes and hues were surrounding her. Towering on top of one another. Thrown at the very edge of the rather large table she was sitting at; so close to falling off. Tegan had, yet again, made a worthy mess of the library, at least in her area alone. For now, the rest of the shelves were safe and stood erect as they always had been. Her right hand dropped from the subconscious movement of her finger tips twirling one of her long strands as her left hand brought her right hand to reach up and stroke a rather solid piece of jewelry that was carefully encased into a brooch. A piece of jewelry that she wore on a pin and always to her left on her shirt, or dress. A worthy black collar that held a special and somewhat glowing red orb in the middle of it. Surrounded by smaller and mocking red jewels only one, the larger one at the top, truly held any significance and value.

Tegan placed the book down along her lap, snuggling it comfortably into the gripping fabrics of her long black dress, as she threw her arms behind her and arched her back for a quick stretch. A few pops later, from her amazingly out of lined spine, gave her permission to continue her research. Another normal scene in the library except the being sitting on the table was a bit unusual. The lack of pigment was not so uncommon in mortals but in a mortal and Elvin hybrid it was. Her hair was piercing white. Those ever so slanted eyes shone with a deep and intensified red, matching the red hue along her ears, but the rest of her skin was the normal Caucasian hue that came from her mother, or from what she was told of. Sold off at youth into a camp. A sad story of many but it wouldn’t take long for her to find what mortal’s refer to a life changing action of another as; a Savior. Her Mistress. Plucked her out of the camp at a young age. Tegan’s been here ever since but it was only recently, within the past five years, that she found out why she was chosen.

“Let’s try this again.” Her left hand came up to rub the bridge of her nose while her right hand headed for it’s imaginary and comforting place in mid air. A quick lock of her wrist and a wiggle with her finger tips left the mage-like being to lower her left hand from her nose and turn back to the towering collection of books behind her. A few soft mumbling words later left the books to fly off in different directions, placing each individual book back in it’s dedicated and appropriate spot in the vast library. The corner of her lips curled as she smirked as her success. “Perfect…”

Unfortunately, the celebration of her levitation was cut short as two familiar voices, and one not so familiar to her, echoed around her. “We have guest…” Her voice lowered in fear that it to might be heard while it took on a more cynical tone. Tegan held in her expression of joy and quietly hopped down off the table. Landing with out a sound, it was one of her specialties; to remain “ninja like” as Eve had put it so many times. Tegan quickly lifted her left hand and waved it around above her form. Inch by inch her body began to transform. Shrinking and growing parts that would appear to be non-mortal. Four legs lowering. Reshaping her back. A…a tail? Yes, she took on her infamous white wolf form. A small tipping of red along her ears and the still embedded brooch along her chest. Oh everything was so much more fun in the wolf form. The scents. The prediction of what people were truly feeling and thinking. It was perfect. Of course, all of these talents were just recently discovered five years ago. This alone was the reason her Mistress sough her out, plucking her from the ‘normal’ looking choices. A soft giggle escaped her muzzle as she took off down the isles. Coming in front of Merrlin, Eve, and the new guest, the white wolf came to an abrupt halt before she started her playful little show. A snarl and growl here. Ferocious snapping and baring teeth. Yes! This was to much fun! It was perfect!

((Oh how I love a secret plot!!))

((I'll leave Tinian to RP with Segan for a time...))

If Oldron stood long enough and stared, he would eventually notice that the library, dark though it seemed, was that way only because the lamps were kept darkened...magical things they were, orbs hovering in brackets, although in this section of the House all the brackets were nearly identical, simple floral designs with runes etched on them, presumably providing some form of navigational system. The place smelled dry, faintly musty, with a definite tang of dust in the air, after all, it would take an army of maids to dust every corner of every bookshelf regularly, and so far the House seemed very lightly staffed.

Perhaps Oldron would wander for a time, perhaps he would investigate the card cabinet, but eventually he might just grow bored enough to investigate and see what perks came with the collar he'd been given. And the first one would appear nearly instantaneously.

Welcome to the House, Oldron and Segan, druids of ___ (Can't remember if he gave his village's name or not and the thread recap isn't showing). One moment please...

Like Merlin, this was a voice in the mind, but this one was soft and feminine, calling to mind an avatar of a translucent, ghost-like white woman in long, translucently glowing robes and veil. She flickered into visibility during the time she spoke, but then vanished again. For a moment, a bright yellow thought, indistinct and faint, drifted across his mind...something of a greeting, perhaps, although doubtless Segan would have interpreted it as a form of sniffing.

Right on the heels of that, came a dark and vivid green persona, swirling up into existence as the voice began to form the outline of a man in a butler's livery...not the House colors, or at least not the current House's colors, an emerald vest and dark brown waistcoat over hunter trousers and gray boots.
I can help you navigate the library if you need. What sort of text or information are you looking for? After speaking, the mental image, a thought of an idea merely, faded away slightly but remained as an outline, as though indicating the continued presence there, paying attention but not intruding.

Oldron would also be able to feel Merlin behind him, now, although Merlin's representation, if he chose to send a mental poke at it, would resonate not as the black panther he might expect...since that had been the image Merlin had chosen to appear as...but as something that might, faintly, have been some sort of wolf. It was vague, and the edges of the almost-thought rippled indistinctly, with only a gray-blue shape of some creature with roughly the same build as a wolf in its center. The face was too long, and flat, the neck too arched, the shoulders too heavy, and the hips too light...and of course no wolf had ever born horns, long and straight as an antelope's, slightly arched backwards, with a smoothly ribbed texture and a glossy black finish.

In response to the poke, if one had been made, Merlin's voice would wander into his mind, sharpening the image into a creature not unlike a small, wingless dragon with a sharp, beak-like muzzle and nimble, long-fingered hands with heavy calluses on the knuckles...wearing the same spectacles the panther had donned... Yes, this is what I truly look like. Don't stare, I know you're not that rude. A moment later, almost as an explanation, Hiding our form is not always intentional or meant as disrespect. It is easier to circumvent the curse that hides us from sight and memory by appearing as something else, than it is to do as the Mistress and Eve do and repeal it entirely.

At this point, Oldron had three main options...ask the vaguely dark-green voice for help with the library, go through the card catalog on his own, or go exploring. With his connection to the House through the collar established, getting lost was a great deal less of a hazard, and he might have observed, at the darkened end of the library, a much larger and more formal door than the one that led through the dining hall to the kitchen. If he had a good sense of direction and space, he might postulate that the larger door led to the atrium or someplace near that area.

((I'm just going to assume the collars are on now. No I didn't say. I think they will be from Léhor [pronounced lay-hor]))

Oldron glanced about the library, amazed at the difference the collar made. Though still slightly uncomfortable he appreciated the amount it allowed him to see and interact with the other beings and objects in the house. On Segan's instruction he lowered his staff and ignored the female wolf concentrating on the other beings that greeted him. Speaking to the green spoken man I am looking for the old text of magic He began unsure of how he was going to describe a book he had never seen before I am wishing to discover more about the magics contained within this house he hoped that the description he gave would do. Even if this figure, which he assumed to be the librarian, could give him a few books it would be a start. He hoped that a book within this library would be able to shed light on the 'formal' magic of which Eve and Merlin had been discussing and perhaps he would be able to use it. The magic of the Druid race was an ancient one and maybe, just maybe, he would be able to make some sense of it all.

With the collar on, Segan found that he could fully understand the human speech that came from the wolf-elf-girl. After a few yips, growls and snorts he managed to get a few words out himself "Tegan. Sounds a lot like Segan. That is me." The words were deep and gravelly, like they were more growled than spoken. It sounded odd, especially to Segan who had only spoken in wolf to Oldron. The druid was able to translate in his mind into the human common tongue. The grey wolf was also disgusted with the apparent simplicity with which he spoke, growling at himself in disdain. He looked about to see if Oldron had noticed but the Druid had gone, following the librarian. He looked back at the albino and then at her outstretched hand - he didn't understand what it was for.

Tegan, who was now in her upright and normal Elfin form, gave her head a playful little shake while withdrawing her hand. “Silly, I know. Eve said that Gabs told her it’s what people from another world do. A hand shake of sorts.” She paused and shrugged. “Personally, I don’t get it. The touching and the closeness.” Again, her words fell quite, but never for to long given her playful nature and her careless self, which was to blame for her happiness. “Sorry about growling at you and you…friend?” She ended the sentence with a question. Was the other man possibly this one’s master? Yes, she knew all about having someone over her own head that the thought of someone being included in the servitude of another really didn’t surprise her but the inquisitive part did seem slightly rude.

“So, what brings you to our humble abode? I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before!” She continued while looking around at her own attire. A perfect and yet simple attire that addressed her as a mage and still allowed it’s complexity created by the fabric to return after her morphing. Even her beloved broche was there. Of course the shining red jewel would be present as well. Yes, she still wore a collar of some sorts. Black in hue but plain when the jewel was removed and placed into her little broche. She always had such a fascination with pretty things and found the broche to be quite lady like and elegant in every sense. Which is why the Mistress of the House led her jewel to remain in such a setting.

Quickly, Tegan turned to her side and began to dig through her left pocket. “Where are they!” She interrupted the silence just momentarily before she continued. “Being an ambidextrous can be so confusing! Here they are!” With that said, she pulled her hand out of her other pocket to reveal a pair of long and matching red earrings. Carefully, and yet still with great speed, she pressed the hooking through her ear holes at the bottom of her elongated and red ears. The earrings were a bit darker in the color, red, but managed to be easily separated from her skin. “There!” She smiled and gave her head a shake once both ears were bedazzled enough. A small ringing from the red jewelry hitting the others clanged out. How she loved that sound! A second later she turned back to her companion and spoke. “We should hurry and catch up!” She began to take her own path to meet up with the others but continued to speak. “Have you seen Merlin or Eve yet?”

((glitch check))

((Yes! Still here as well. Sorry about the delay. Will post shortly.))