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Who: Felix Harrowgate and OPEN
What: A Chimera meeting turns into disaster when some people’s stains begin to manifest
When: Afternoon of today, 4/13
Where: Chimera HQ, room 1919 of Gaudium tower
Rating: Probably pg-13 for mild gore
Notes:Open mostly to Chimera members or any people with magic, though curious interlopers are welcome. Felix’s stains will manifest near the end. You may have your character do so around the same time, at your option. Threadjacking encouraged. ~~Please wait for sections.~~

It’s noon and all the doors opening onto the Chimera lobby are thrown wide open to let in the sunlight. For those of those familiar with the space, the large chandelier that used to hang in the center is still missing, having not yet been replaced after the damage from the earthquake.
The adjacent office has been rearranged to seat multiple people, and a cursory attempt at hospitality has been made, in the form of a desk covered in drinks (juice, tea, and sparkling wine) and snacks.

Felix himself is near the back end of the room, like a king of a very small court, though he wouldn’t exactly encourage the comparison. He’s picked up a slightly unfamiliar shadow in the form of his brother, but otherwise everything appears to be business as usual.

MINGLING/ARRIVAL | MEETING | STAINS

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Ashura sees this, and he frowns. He knows the reason now, and it makes his gut twist. But he is not fool enough to bring up such a thing in public, leaving it for another time as he approaches his would be brother-in-law. Did Mildmay know of that yet? The reason Ashura wore the ruby ring?

Well, another time.

He smiled at Mildmay, dressed today in white silks edged in red and black and gold. "Mildmay, it is good to see you. Have you been well?"

Mildmay is dressed in his signature black clothes, immaculate and boring in their regularity. He looks up, obviously surprised to be addressed, but that fades quickly behind his general impassive veneer. "Oh, uh. Yeah, I been good. You?"

"Well enough. Glad to be back in Castle walls and Spring finally here," he smiled, the king's ransom worth of gold and jewels in his ears sparkling. "You are like a shadow, Mildmay, I hear so little of you."

Mildmay doesn't know how to respond to that. What could it mean? Quick as a brick, Milly-fox... He shrugs, a gentle roll of his shoulders under black fabric. "It's the clothes."

He laughed quietly and nodded. "Perhaps that is it, yes. I am surprised to see you here though. I would not think you would have much interest in magic."

Mildmay nods. "'M not. I just go where he does." He gestures toward Felix with another roll of the shoulder. Though he's inexpressive with his face, his body language generally speaks volumes when he'll let it.

"You have not yet found something you care to do here? A hobby?" he asked.

Mildmay bristles at being chastised, at being pried into as though his life is a matter for common discussion, but he tries not to show it. And Ashura's right, is the ugly thing of it. "I dunno. Ain't like I need a job."

He was not trying to, only curious. But, he was not familiar enough with Mildmay to catch such concern or emotion through body language alone.

"No, but a hobby keeps your mind off thing, and it is always good to do something you enjoy, no?"

Another shrug. "Ain't never had a hobby."

"Oh, well, you should find one. You have the leisure to explore it here, after all," he smiled.

"Guess so," Mildmay said. Often, he'd noticed, agreeing put the final blow to a limping conversation. He wasn't sure how he felt about that-- for all his nagging invasiveness, Ashura wasn't being cruel. Not yet, anyway. Mildmay looked up, conceding to the difference in their heights. "What d'you do?"

"I like to garden and go riding," he offered. "The riding is more for leisure now than war, which I have quiet enjoyed."

Mildmay listens, more than a little unnerved. "I never gardened." Kethe save him from this conversation.

"You should try, you might enjoy it," he encourage, wishing he could speak easier with Mildmay. He didn't want to scare him, but he didn't want to just... ignore him either.

"Maybe you could come riding with me one day."

Mildmay's nature is to flinch back from benevolence. He doesn't trust it, especially not coming from one so lofty as Ashura. "'Spose so. Don't know much of horses, me."

"Probably a good thing. I ride a dragon-horse, after all. Caring for the more equine form is similar, but not something I am knowledgable of," he admitted.

...Wait. "Hold up, a dragon horse?"

"Yes, dragon-horse. You should come meet him sometime. His name is Svitana," he beamed, clearly proud of his cherished steed.

Mildmay fights to keep his expression neutral, assuming this is some... well, some more weird shit in his life. "Okay." Whatever you say. "Sure. I'll meet your dragon horse."

"Come find me when you have time and I will take you out," he said, clearly a bit excited at the prospect, but holding himself back. "And if you need to, we could go into town if you need something. With me, you cannot get lost, right?"

Mildmay sighs. So he talked to Felix? Well, you told him to, Milly-fox. "Okay. If you wanna."

Actually, you told him that one, Mildmay.

"Good. I think it will be a nice day out," he assured him, perhaps wisely keeping his hands to himself rather than reaching out to touch his shoulder in a companionable pat.

Mildmay is used to being touched when he doesn't wanna. Felix is the one twitchy about that kinda shit. Still, it's a fair assumption to make. "Okay. Just knock when you're ready. Uh, tomorrow, I guess?" What the hell is happening with his life when he's going to the Cheaps with a king.

"That works wonderfully. Is the morning all right with you, or do you prefer to rise a bit later?" he asked with an amused arch of his brow.

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