element_wizard | (RP with Mel.)

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(RP with Mel.)

Alec stood in front of the Inn idly picking at the embrodiary of his jacket as he waited for Mel to show up. It was a brilliant red jacket with phoenixes embrodiered on the cuffs and sleeves and reminded him way too much of the jacket that Lorac had gotten him. It wasn't the same. The cut was different, more for this time's style than Lorac's time and so was the fabric. The phoenixes weren't even the same. But still, it reminded him of Lorac. He wore the jacket because it was his offical jacket. The one that said, "Hello, I'm a Troven, and better than the lot of you." That and the respectable shirt (a pale gray with embrodired geometric designs) and pants with clean boots instead of his usall tromping around everywhere boots, he actually did look decent, instead of scruffy.

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He pointed to the funnel shapped building. "We're going there, to start." A girl in livery came up and took the horses. "Troven," Alec called to her.

Then to Mel he grinned, "Ready?"

She nods her head happily. "Yep! What's the funnel shaped building?" she asks, curious.

"That is the council building. Theoretically, I have an office there. Which I don't, but it's a good theory."

"Heh." She tilts her head to look at it. "It's nice."

"The top is an arena. I dance there on festivals," Alec said, slipping into the crowd at an easy walk. The way he said the word "dance" made it seem like it had a special function beyond just something for entertainment purposes.

"Oh, okay! I see." She gets it. Very well, actually. Keeping close behind Alec, she has a huge grin on her face. This was so cool.

The streets of the market place were delinated by the booths. As they left the market place actual shops arose. At the intersections of streets sometimes there were foutains of water or fire. Most of the people were on foot though there were a few coaches. As it was near the middle of the day, only mostly adults were out though children younger than five could be seen.

Her eyes widen when she sees the fountains of fire. That... was different. Glancing at the shops, she wonders what to get Courtney or Schreber. It'd be unque, that's for sure.

The shops have most anything a person could want, from clothes to food. The street breaks open into a square. At the center of this square is the funnel building. It looks to be about a city block around and made from pure turquoise. Behind it at the end of the square was another building that looked like someone had poured layers over a square. It was built of black stone that didn't reflect the sunlight. "This is the council building and that," ALec pointed to the other building, "Is the Oracle's Temple."

Mel's eyes go wide. The building was beautiful, and the other building gave her shivers. "Who's the Oracle?" she asks, mouth dry.

Alec almost said Jono. But he didn't. Jono was good and dead. Which made it even better. He needed to go spit on his grave again. "Telania. She's rather nice. She's my foster mum's daughter."

Mel would turn male and then piss on Jono's grave. She doesn't like rapists. "Oh, okay." she still looks around, curious.

"If you'd like, afterwards, you could go see her," Alec said, staring at the council building. "Ah. My escort is here."

"Oo, that might be fun." she grins. Mel is in good spirits, and is seeing a lot of pretty things today.

Alec leads Mel over to where a nervous looking carrot haired man was standing. The man looked to be in his fourties and he wore his hair short with a mustache. He's dressed in stately looking robes that seem just a bit too ill fitting. He looked at Alec and then at Mel and then at Alec again.

"This is Mel, she's a friend. I told her that she could come for the tour," Alec said brightly. "Mel, this is Councilor Zaltar, head of the fire wizards."

Melinda nearly giggles. Let the 'We didn't say you could bring anybody along!' fight begin. "Hullo."

Zaltar stared at Mel. "You... you are from... one of the place he goes?" he asks, sounding polite and yet at the same time completely disaproving.

Alec rolled his eyes. It was always nice to be talked about as if you weren't there.

Melinda smiles. "Yes." Smile! "Is there any problem with that, sir?" all polite and nice. Mel could be a bitch when she wanted to be.

Zaltar's face gave a twitch. Alec knew that twitch very well. He was the cause of the twitch. Once a long time ago, Zaltar wasn't a nervous man. Then Alec enrolled in school. "It is... unusual..." he allowed.

Melinda gives him a sweet smile. "Oh?"

"And we shall be seeing into sensative matters... not for the likes of casual visitors," Zaltar said, feeling like he was getting somewhere.

Alec got a shifty eyed look on his face. "But you didn't saaaaay that."

"Oh?" there's that smile. Also, a glint in her eye. Worst comes to worst, she'll wibble.

"Yes." Zaltar's hit his stride now, "For while I'm sure you're a very nice young woman... you are a woman aren't you?" he paused confused for a second, "But you can't expect us to divulge secrets to someone who we don't even know, do you?"

Melinda goes pale. "If the dress isn't enough to give a good hint as to my gender, then I do believe you need to get your eyes healed and depromoted. Gods know what else might get through under your eyes, and it might be more hazardous than somebody who just wants to see the city." Her voice is sharp, almost like a scaple. Probing, careful, and watching.

Zaltar looked at her with wide eyed astonishment. "You, young lady, need to have some manners taught to you. That is no way to treat elders of any sort."

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