OPEN RP POST⇒ STARRY STARRY NIGHT

[recluserose]

You are in the town of Blackgale, specifically within the town's pride and joy, The Blackgale Rose Garden. Tonight the garden is basking in the soft glow from the full moon and stars, making the hundreds of white roses look especially luminescent.

This garden, however, is far from an ordinary garden.

That's sort of hard to miss when little bright pearls of starlight start falling from the sky like snow and disappearing once they hit the grass and flowers. Fancy a romantic date? A casual nighttime stroll? It's all up to you. Doesn't matter who you are or where you're from.

Oh yeah, and someone has magically set up a music player somewhere playing this song.

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[spellbent]

[ He actually stares for a moment, then laughs ] Now that is handy.

[recluserose]

Help yourself. [Already pouring some tea into both cups and taking a sip from her own]

[spellbent]

[ He takes a seat, sipping his tea thought fully ] Is that how it works, then? You just point and whatever you want to happen... happens?

[recluserose]

That's the gist of it. It's very a liberal use of magic isn't it?

[spellbent]

Very. Lucky you.

[recluserose]

Not the same where you're from then?

Even though we have all this power, there is a reason why the magic world here keeps to itself. Most magic users don't feel like it's their place to try and control the world where we draw our power from. What about you?

[spellbent]

Not even remotely.

Our magic is based in a set of runes- each one serves a different function, but there are so many that you'd have to be immortal to master them all. Rather, the wizards of my world pick a set of runes to study. Magic is very... specialized that way.

[recluserose]

I see. It does seem a bit more organized that way, if not restricting.

[Swirling her tea around a bit before taking another sip.]

Were you born a magic user?

[spellbent]

It does make things interesting. If you can put an effective team together, it really is impressive though.

[ he nods ] Yes, though it seems like forever ago. And you?

[recluserose]

[She actually pauses for a moment before answering.]

... Not always.

[spellbent]

Hm. Cryptic.

Care to elaborate?

[recluserose]

[Refills her cup]

I had no magic talent to speak of when I was born. In fact, no magical background at all.

[spellbent]

So how does that explain the--? [ vague pointing motions, mimicking her style of magic ]

[recluserose]

Hm, when was it...? 19... 1946. I was six years old and somehow I met a wizard who asked me if I wanted to be a witch.

[spellbent]

So he just made you one?

[recluserose]

He was powerful enough to do so, yes. I think he can world hop like you... I think. I honestly don't know, he's probably the most annoyingly cryptic man you'll ever meet. In any case, I accepted, so he decided to make me his student on a whim.

[spellbent]

I suppose there are worse things.

And if you were six in the 1940's, that makes you how old now? Assuming this world is in the same year as mine, that would put you in your fifties.

[recluserose]

[Coughs a bit not uncomfortable about her age what are you talking about[

Ah... Fifty-six to be exact.

[spellbent]

[ It's probably rude to ask a lady her age, but Warren can't really bring himself to care ]

You're still young, then.

[recluserose]

I suppose if you compare it to other witches and wizards, probably.

[spellbent]

Definitely. At least when compared to yours truly.

[recluserose]

If you wouldn't mind, what's your age?

[spellbent]

You're half my age exactly, actually.

[recluserose]

112. Interesting and oddly coincidental.

[spellbent]

I probably have another hundred years or so in me. Are wizards in your world similarly long-lived?