10-07-2013, 07:49 AM
Shoshannah lives at the house. She spent weeks (with help from Kalen, Lena and Sid) perfecting the autumnal, Halloween-y (elegant, atmospheric and spooky, not kitschy) decorations amongst which the assembled mages of Denver sit. This is to say, of course, that she's here - and that her contribution to the days gathering is a plate full of a layered feta, tomato, green onion and dill salad-dip-thing with crackers next to it, and a home made array of juices from whatever was left in the vegetable gardens. Even Death's handmaiden can't kill Verbena (and Sid!) tended gardens, or so it seems. And the girl who can't go unnoticed even when she tries sits in an out of the way corner, the better to listen. It behooves the Guardian to know what's going on in the city, after all, even if the vast majority of her time is spent out here, at the house. She's dressed as casually as she ever is in a cute skirt that falls just above where her finger tips reach on her thighs and may be butter-soft brown leather, a long-sleeved shirt in coordinating fall colors, knee socks and slightly wedge-heeled clogs with the top part of her hair caught back loosely in a barrette to keep it out of her face. Her piercing-cutting blue eyes study everyone in turn, but she's not the most outgoing of sorts. Only Sid (and maybe Kalen) get hints of smile, and for now the Dreamspeaker only speaks if she's spoken to.
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Garrett is new. He arrives with Kalen, maybe, or on his own in his American-ish sedan (by which we mean American company, but still probably made in Mexico or somewhere in Asia or something) dadmobile having gotten directions from his friend. He comes bearing wine, both white and red, mid-range in price but pretty darn good quality for what it is. Sera (and everyone he doesn't already know) gets a nod and a smile, all friendly and charming and every inch the professor. "I'm Garrett," he tells anyone who looks at him questioningly for now, though the full introduction will come when everyone's arrived and settled, if and when reason for him to speak comes.
"Doctor Garrett Franklin in the mundane and academic worlds. Or to those in the craft, Kyriakos Socrates Magnan, Sixth Degree - Adept, or Disciple in the common parlance - of the Order of Hermes, bani Quaesitor," comes to this end. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I gladly offer my abilities to your aid."
There's the confidence of age in his voice and bearing; he's easily older (by appearance, anyway) than anyone here, resting as he does in his mid- to late-forties. There's also that gregarious charisma, all inclusive, and the feeling of stability, subtlety, renewal, and scholarship.
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Garrett is new. He arrives with Kalen, maybe, or on his own in his American-ish sedan (by which we mean American company, but still probably made in Mexico or somewhere in Asia or something) dadmobile having gotten directions from his friend. He comes bearing wine, both white and red, mid-range in price but pretty darn good quality for what it is. Sera (and everyone he doesn't already know) gets a nod and a smile, all friendly and charming and every inch the professor. "I'm Garrett," he tells anyone who looks at him questioningly for now, though the full introduction will come when everyone's arrived and settled, if and when reason for him to speak comes.
"Doctor Garrett Franklin in the mundane and academic worlds. Or to those in the craft, Kyriakos Socrates Magnan, Sixth Degree - Adept, or Disciple in the common parlance - of the Order of Hermes, bani Quaesitor," comes to this end. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I gladly offer my abilities to your aid."
There's the confidence of age in his voice and bearing; he's easily older (by appearance, anyway) than anyone here, resting as he does in his mid- to late-forties. There's also that gregarious charisma, all inclusive, and the feeling of stability, subtlety, renewal, and scholarship.