I'm Nick.
As Pen is slipping the silver buttons through the button-holes on her royal blue coat, Nicholas is kind and Margot is polite. Margot's resonance feels like an abattoir, a battle-field. Pen's eyes are the color of a lake reflected on a sword or a sword reflected in a lake: they are yes quite thoughtful, but the spark's still in them: ready warmth, even if it is reserved. Some Traditions and some Traditionalists are very casual, and Pen goes by 'Pen' just one syllable out of the many, but her sense of propriety in context of this casual affair between mages means that in the space Nick gives her to introduce herself what she says is not 'Pen' but:
"Penelope Sylvia Mercury Mars, bani Flambeau ordo Hermes."
And she says it with dash, baby, (a swashbuckler's quiet smile), with fucking grace, as if it is the most natural follow-up to Nick that could ever there be, as inhale is to exhale.
"I hope you'll call me Pen."
Pen relinquishes her coat when Margot reaches for it. Expressive nod of thanks rather than words because after all Nicholas is speaking.
I'm Margot. It's nice to meet you both.
The kitchen boys are possibly deciding to come out and mingle now, and Pen flashes a half-smile which seems to echo Margo's sentiment. Nice to meet you. "Have you been Andres's apprentice long, Margot?"
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ooc: not at home / with computer for the next couple days so please feel free to skip as long as it seems natural! also sorry for hurriedness
As Pen is slipping the silver buttons through the button-holes on her royal blue coat, Nicholas is kind and Margot is polite. Margot's resonance feels like an abattoir, a battle-field. Pen's eyes are the color of a lake reflected on a sword or a sword reflected in a lake: they are yes quite thoughtful, but the spark's still in them: ready warmth, even if it is reserved. Some Traditions and some Traditionalists are very casual, and Pen goes by 'Pen' just one syllable out of the many, but her sense of propriety in context of this casual affair between mages means that in the space Nick gives her to introduce herself what she says is not 'Pen' but:
"Penelope Sylvia Mercury Mars, bani Flambeau ordo Hermes."
And she says it with dash, baby, (a swashbuckler's quiet smile), with fucking grace, as if it is the most natural follow-up to Nick that could ever there be, as inhale is to exhale.
"I hope you'll call me Pen."
Pen relinquishes her coat when Margot reaches for it. Expressive nod of thanks rather than words because after all Nicholas is speaking.
I'm Margot. It's nice to meet you both.
The kitchen boys are possibly deciding to come out and mingle now, and Pen flashes a half-smile which seems to echo Margo's sentiment. Nice to meet you. "Have you been Andres's apprentice long, Margot?"
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ooc: not at home / with computer for the next couple days so please feel free to skip as long as it seems natural! also sorry for hurriedness