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NAME: Amelia Eva Steinbeck BIRTHDAY: February 28th FAV CAKE FLAVOR: Mixed berries, whipped cream, and lemon curd
WHAT THEY WANT MOST FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY: For her AP Lit. class to pass their test w/ a 3 or higher.
[Gale hardly needs an excuse to drop in on Amelia, but he's eager to take her up on her offer to continue their conversation in person when she extends it nonetheless. After bidding Tara farewell for the time being, he leaves his room behind and makes his way to hers, rapping sharply against her door once he arrives.
Knock knock, it's your self-proclaimed knight in magic armor!]
[When the door opens, Gale is greeted by Amelia who upon seeing him, smiles.]
Hello. I should have known you’d follow through.
[She’s just wearing one of her usual casual dresses although this time, her hair is in a braid instead of being worn down or as a ponytail. Standing to the side, she beckons him inside.]
C’mon in. I think you’re actually the first person to visit my room.
[He offers her that warm, sunshine smile of his, the one she so easily brings out in him, and as ever, it does his heart good to see her smiling, as well. He's become convinced that until recently, she hasn't had nearly enough cause to do so in her life.
He gladly steps over the threshold, once again in native robes that are a sharp contrast against her more modern fashion, and leans down to chastely kiss the side of her mouth in greeting, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.]
Not that I needed to be lured, mind you— I am always and ever glad for your company, and I have been quite curious to see how the Emerald Witch lives for some time.
[After he gives her a kiss to greet her, she returns it in kind with the press of her lips on his cheek before taking his hand and leading him inside.]
Well, let me give you a tour then. I’ve kept the space cozy, for a lack of a better word. I didn’t want to recreate home exactly, but the atmosphere and style are a close enough approximation.
[When they go further inside, the door closes behind them. What greets Gale immediately is the illusion of afternoon sunlight spilling through the windows. The light itself is dappled as it shines through tree branches and leaves. It gives the impression that he’s stepping into a home that’s situated in a private corner surrounded by trees and other greenery.
Meanwhile, the living space itself is decidedly modern. The furniture is somewhat sleeker, borrowing only a few vintage elements in terms of patterning and color palette that he’d be more familiar with and of course, books on the shelves. the kitchen makes the amount of plants very notable.
Overall, Room 700 has since changed to reflect its guest’s tastes much better than in the beginning. It’s cleanly where it needs to be, well-lived in in other spots, and much warmer than expected.]
[Though the fixtures of her room are more modern than those he's more familiar with, there's still a cozy sense of home brought about the books and plants, the softer furnishings of the study, the way the afternoon sunlight bathes the place in warmth.
It suits her in a dozen different ways, the space warmer and more welcoming than some might have expected from her, but not him.]
It's lovely— I believe it suits you perfectly.
[He grins broadly as he squeezes her hand, stealing a mirthful glance towards her kitchen.]
Of course, I'll have to put your kitchen through its paces at some point, ensure it's up to proper standards. You deserve only the best, after all.
[She sounds amused and not at all opposed to the idea. And why would she, other than just wanting to keep her own space? In the kitchen she pats a chair.]
You don't have to do that— I all but invited myself over.
[He does, however, follow her instruction and sinks into the seat in question, and his remark isn't terribly insistent— he's hardly going to put up an argument of this, and of course he's curious about what she has in mind.]
I hope you don't feel as though you have to entertain me. I'm more than happy to just enjoy your company, my heart.
Well, it shouldn't hurt to let me do some things for you occasionally.
[And so she moves around the kitchen, her back to Gale as she takes out two glasses, ice, and two bottles, one of sweet vermouth, the other, sparkling water. As she makes the light concoction, another detail to note was the sounds. There is a faint distant chiming sound, a low musical ringing...]
Those are my wind chimes.
[Amelia explains it before the question can be asked.]
I haven't finished setting up the amount I want though I don't think I need nearly as much on my ceilings as I do at home.
[She points one hand to the corner of the sitting room where several wind chimes of various designs hang from the ceiling.]
[He chuckles softly, giving a brief shake of his head.]
No, you're quite right, I suppose it wouldn't.
[So long as she doesn't feel obligated— but as he relaxes into the role of being a guest, he watches her move about the kitchen with unmistakable fondness in his gaze, his eyes only drawn away by the soft chiming once she draws attention to it, looking towards the source as she points.]
I hadn't realized you were a collector, though I can understand why. They do add nicely to the ambiance.
[Her collection grew over the years and remained sizable even if she switched some out or gave some away. Most of them were enchanted to some degree and it was a way to use her excess magic.
... And to keep a fragment of him alive.
With their drinks mixed she moves to the table, sits, and slides Gale's drink to him.]
I use them to practice new spells or to animate them to a degree. More importantly, wind chimes make me think of summer and makes even the cold days feel warm.
[She sips her drink and it's lightly sweet, fizzy, with a hint of the vermouth's liquor touch.]
I lived too long in a place where there was only snow outside so... That would explain my preferences.
[He smiles as he accepts his drink, fingers closing around the glass as he gives her a nod of thanks, listening intently. He always listens, of course, but those moments where Amelia reveals just a little more of herself always stand out to him as being especially important, things to be handled with care given how much caution she took in offering them.]
While I'm hardly surprised you found a practical use for them, it seems they serve you well even without it. My mother loves wind chimes, as well. No doubt she would have great appreciation for your collection— they remind me of cool sea breezes blowing in through open windows.
[He takes a sip of his own drink, followed by a soft exhale of satisfaction— he doesn't know what this particular combination is called, but the taste of vermouth is familiar to him, and the rest of it is bright and refreshing, sparkling on the tongue.]
That is lovely. [Pardon him while he's being fantasy British.] Where you live now, it's far more temperate, yes?
[Her smile at his compliment for the mixed drink is hidden behind the rim of the glass.]
It is. The state is large, like I've mentioned previously so the weather and atmosphere varies depending on the region. We even have a desert called Death Valley.
Needless to say, that place is too extreme for me.
[That makes her chuckle lightly as she rests one arm on the table.]
Believe it or not, people do live in Death Valley. It is definitely not a place for the faint of heart.
But that's why, I live in Blackgale. [Her head glances at the window to look at the illusionary outside.]
Summers can be tough depending on the year but otherwise, it's a good town. Quiet enough unless something important enough catches my notice.
[She's been away for a long while now and she thinks about how she'll drop in soon to check up on her house and the school. To go months without teaching is rather unprecedented.]
I... May go back to do a quick sweep of things. Not any time soon, but I'll let you know when I do go so you're not caught unawares.
If they live there voluntarily, they must have impressive constitutions, from the sounds of it.
[He follows her gaze towards the windows, the illusion of the garden, yard and all that lies beyond, and smiles warmly.]
It does sound idyllic— I'm glad you've made a home for yourself somewhere that suits you. From all you've told me, they're quite fortunate to have you, as well. Who else would feed their lake monster, if not for you?
[He turns his attention back to her, that mischievous glint of his in his gaze, though his smile softens as his expression shifts to something akin to understanding.]
It's been some time, hasn't it? You're due for a visit home. You can't stay on vacation forever, much as we might wish to, but I'm sure your friends and students will be glad to hear from you. Of course, you'll be missed here, but I would never presume to keep you from your responsibilities.
[It's comforting, to know that many of them can come and go as needed— though he doesn't count himself among those with the luxury of doing so.]
[She's been mildly surprised that she's stayed this long without dropping in constantly. Maybe Amelia isn't too far gone into workaholic-ism like her friends and acquaintances may joke about.]
You've... Been a very good reason for me to stay this long.
[Wow, she sounds awkward saying that and it shows in her light blush once it's too late to take that back.]
[He won't overlook how challenging it must have been for her to say it so openly, as well— and as awkward as she might feel, it doesn't feel the slightest bit out of place for him.]
You've certainly been the highlight of my time here— but even so, I suppose I cannot be selfish. Well, not entirely. I'll simply have to spend the time you're away thinking of a suitable way to welcome you back.
[He gives a bit of a laugh at his own expense, his gaze mirthful as he looks at her over the rim of his glass before taking another drink.]
I could beg you to stay, to ignore your responsibilities, but that would be terribly unbecoming of me— and I can't say I would feel inclined to do so. I only wish I could accompany you, but I'll eagerly await your return when the time comes.
[He grins across the table at her, leaning back in his seat as he lowers his glass.]
I would say that's only moderately selfish. I'm well-aware that I take up a good deal of your time as is.
It would be nice, if you were able to accompany me.
[But the possibilities were only so vast. As much as Hotel Caelum opened up so many opportunities and new connections, the end of the long string had to appear somewhere.]
But even though we spend the most time with one another... I'm actually a little curious about other people you've been able to talk to or befriend.
[He knows there's no use being wistful about such things right now— and he also doesn't intend to simply accept that as the way things are indefinitely. He already has designs of overcoming such obstacles, and he knows Amelia has been thinking about it as well.
Instead, he leans forward against the table with an eager look, his smile hitching to one side.]
Oh, I've made plenty of friends, many of whom I've learned some interesting tidbits about in recent days— as recently as within the last hour, in fact. Our resident warlock, Winter?
[Gale manages to be much more sociable than her so she has no doubt in her mind that he would be able to find out some very interesting information she isn't privy to.]
Winter? What's he been up to according to you?
[She's friends with the warlock but she knows that there's definitely a lot she doesn't know simply because she doesn't pry as much.]
[She has admittedly not been looking too closely at other people's relationships aside maybe giving an eye towards Sumina, but that's because she cares for the younger woman. Other than that, she's largely left things alone, so Gale truly has the keener eye.]
Then again, yes that makes sense. I'd imagine they'd be thick as thieves seeing as they went through with the espresso machine heist.
[He's never had direct confirmation, but let's be honest, it wasn't too terribly difficult to put the pieces together on that one.]
I'm tempted to ask Astarion about this situation myself, but I have a feeling he might panicked and Misty Step away if I do. He's not typically one to want to discuss feelings, but overall, I think it will be good for the both of them.
[Gods know Astarion could use some genuine affection in his life.]
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Knock knock, it's your self-proclaimed knight in magic armor!]
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Hello. I should have known you’d follow through.
[She’s just wearing one of her usual casual dresses although this time, her hair is in a braid instead of being worn down or as a ponytail. Standing to the side, she beckons him inside.]
C’mon in. I think you’re actually the first person to visit my room.
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[He offers her that warm, sunshine smile of his, the one she so easily brings out in him, and as ever, it does his heart good to see her smiling, as well. He's become convinced that until recently, she hasn't had nearly enough cause to do so in her life.
He gladly steps over the threshold, once again in native robes that are a sharp contrast against her more modern fashion, and leans down to chastely kiss the side of her mouth in greeting, his hand coming to rest at the small of her back.]
Not that I needed to be lured, mind you— I am always and ever glad for your company, and I have been quite curious to see how the Emerald Witch lives for some time.
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Well, let me give you a tour then. I’ve kept the space cozy, for a lack of a better word. I didn’t want to recreate home exactly, but the atmosphere and style are a close enough approximation.
[When they go further inside, the door closes behind them. What greets Gale immediately is the illusion of afternoon sunlight spilling through the windows. The light itself is dappled as it shines through tree branches and leaves. It gives the impression that he’s stepping into a home that’s situated in a private corner surrounded by trees and other greenery.
Meanwhile, the living space itself is decidedly modern. The furniture is somewhat sleeker, borrowing only a few vintage elements in terms of patterning and color palette that he’d be more familiar with and of course, books on the shelves. the kitchen makes the amount of plants very notable.
Overall, Room 700 has since changed to reflect its guest’s tastes much better than in the beginning. It’s cleanly where it needs to be, well-lived in in other spots, and much warmer than expected.]
So, what do you think?
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It suits her in a dozen different ways, the space warmer and more welcoming than some might have expected from her, but not him.]
It's lovely— I believe it suits you perfectly.
[He grins broadly as he squeezes her hand, stealing a mirthful glance towards her kitchen.]
Of course, I'll have to put your kitchen through its paces at some point, ensure it's up to proper standards. You deserve only the best, after all.
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[She sounds amused and not at all opposed to the idea. And why would she, other than just wanting to keep her own space? In the kitchen she pats a chair.]
Sit. I'll make you something this time.
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[He does, however, follow her instruction and sinks into the seat in question, and his remark isn't terribly insistent— he's hardly going to put up an argument of this, and of course he's curious about what she has in mind.]
I hope you don't feel as though you have to entertain me. I'm more than happy to just enjoy your company, my heart.
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[And so she moves around the kitchen, her back to Gale as she takes out two glasses, ice, and two bottles, one of sweet vermouth, the other, sparkling water. As she makes the light concoction, another detail to note was the sounds. There is a faint distant chiming sound, a low musical ringing...]
Those are my wind chimes.
[Amelia explains it before the question can be asked.]
I haven't finished setting up the amount I want though I don't think I need nearly as much on my ceilings as I do at home.
[She points one hand to the corner of the sitting room where several wind chimes of various designs hang from the ceiling.]
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No, you're quite right, I suppose it wouldn't.
[So long as she doesn't feel obligated— but as he relaxes into the role of being a guest, he watches her move about the kitchen with unmistakable fondness in his gaze, his eyes only drawn away by the soft chiming once she draws attention to it, looking towards the source as she points.]
I hadn't realized you were a collector, though I can understand why. They do add nicely to the ambiance.
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[Her collection grew over the years and remained sizable even if she switched some out or gave some away. Most of them were enchanted to some degree and it was a way to use her excess magic.
... And to keep a fragment of him alive.
With their drinks mixed she moves to the table, sits, and slides Gale's drink to him.]
I use them to practice new spells or to animate them to a degree. More importantly, wind chimes make me think of summer and makes even the cold days feel warm.
[She sips her drink and it's lightly sweet, fizzy, with a hint of the vermouth's liquor touch.]
I lived too long in a place where there was only snow outside so... That would explain my preferences.
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While I'm hardly surprised you found a practical use for them, it seems they serve you well even without it. My mother loves wind chimes, as well. No doubt she would have great appreciation for your collection— they remind me of cool sea breezes blowing in through open windows.
[He takes a sip of his own drink, followed by a soft exhale of satisfaction— he doesn't know what this particular combination is called, but the taste of vermouth is familiar to him, and the rest of it is bright and refreshing, sparkling on the tongue.]
That is lovely. [Pardon him while he's being fantasy British.] Where you live now, it's far more temperate, yes?
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It is. The state is large, like I've mentioned previously so the weather and atmosphere varies depending on the region. We even have a desert called Death Valley.
Needless to say, that place is too extreme for me.
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[He scrunches his nose, amused, pausing to take another sip of his drink.]
Faerun has plenty of places with similar names— I assume 'Death Valley' shows there can be truth in advertising, for better or for worse.
[If it's hot, he's definitely going to say it's for worse, and he looks just a little flat at the thought of it.]
I can't stand the heat.
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Believe it or not, people do live in Death Valley. It is definitely not a place for the faint of heart.
But that's why, I live in Blackgale. [Her head glances at the window to look at the illusionary outside.]
Summers can be tough depending on the year but otherwise, it's a good town. Quiet enough unless something important enough catches my notice.
[She's been away for a long while now and she thinks about how she'll drop in soon to check up on her house and the school. To go months without teaching is rather unprecedented.]
I... May go back to do a quick sweep of things. Not any time soon, but I'll let you know when I do go so you're not caught unawares.
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[He follows her gaze towards the windows, the illusion of the garden, yard and all that lies beyond, and smiles warmly.]
It does sound idyllic— I'm glad you've made a home for yourself somewhere that suits you. From all you've told me, they're quite fortunate to have you, as well. Who else would feed their lake monster, if not for you?
[He turns his attention back to her, that mischievous glint of his in his gaze, though his smile softens as his expression shifts to something akin to understanding.]
It's been some time, hasn't it? You're due for a visit home. You can't stay on vacation forever, much as we might wish to, but I'm sure your friends and students will be glad to hear from you. Of course, you'll be missed here, but I would never presume to keep you from your responsibilities.
[It's comforting, to know that many of them can come and go as needed— though he doesn't count himself among those with the luxury of doing so.]
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You've... Been a very good reason for me to stay this long.
[Wow, she sounds awkward saying that and it shows in her light blush once it's too late to take that back.]
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[He won't overlook how challenging it must have been for her to say it so openly, as well— and as awkward as she might feel, it doesn't feel the slightest bit out of place for him.]
You've certainly been the highlight of my time here— but even so, I suppose I cannot be selfish. Well, not entirely. I'll simply have to spend the time you're away thinking of a suitable way to welcome you back.
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So what you're saying is that you could be a lot more selfish?
[Actually... Yeah, she can see it.]
Though, if you acted on it, you'd get an earful from me.
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[He gives a bit of a laugh at his own expense, his gaze mirthful as he looks at her over the rim of his glass before taking another drink.]
I could beg you to stay, to ignore your responsibilities, but that would be terribly unbecoming of me— and I can't say I would feel inclined to do so. I only wish I could accompany you, but I'll eagerly await your return when the time comes.
[He grins across the table at her, leaning back in his seat as he lowers his glass.]
I would say that's only moderately selfish. I'm well-aware that I take up a good deal of your time as is.
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[But the possibilities were only so vast. As much as Hotel Caelum opened up so many opportunities and new connections, the end of the long string had to appear somewhere.]
But even though we spend the most time with one another... I'm actually a little curious about other people you've been able to talk to or befriend.
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Instead, he leans forward against the table with an eager look, his smile hitching to one side.]
Oh, I've made plenty of friends, many of whom I've learned some interesting tidbits about in recent days— as recently as within the last hour, in fact. Our resident warlock, Winter?
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Winter? What's he been up to according to you?
[She's friends with the warlock but she knows that there's definitely a lot she doesn't know simply because she doesn't pry as much.]
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[His eyes are practically gleaming with mischief.]
I have it on very good authority that he and our dear Astarion have formed an attachment.
[It's absolutely the most Jane Austen way he could have put it.]
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Oh! Him and Astarion...? I had no idea.
[She has admittedly not been looking too closely at other people's relationships aside maybe giving an eye towards Sumina, but that's because she cares for the younger woman. Other than that, she's largely left things alone, so Gale truly has the keener eye.]
Then again, yes that makes sense. I'd imagine they'd be thick as thieves seeing as they went through with the espresso machine heist.
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[He's never had direct confirmation, but let's be honest, it wasn't too terribly difficult to put the pieces together on that one.]
I'm tempted to ask Astarion about this situation myself, but I have a feeling he might panicked and Misty Step away if I do. He's not typically one to want to discuss feelings, but overall, I think it will be good for the both of them.
[Gods know Astarion could use some genuine affection in his life.]
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