[She leans back in her seat, thinking of a way to explain the nature of the gilded door.]
Let me put it this way; you have to have some sort of sixth sense, magic, or an incredibly sharp eye to notice the door's existence. The both of you share that last trait since even normal people are able to have a radar for the abnormal. But... Hm. How do I put this...??
[This space had existed for a long time after all, probably older than both her and Oren combined; he just happened to find it first when he was with Berna and the duo had decorated the door themselves.
When Iona took over, her magic filled the space and it was with absolute purpose. A strange sort of Envisioning that reached out to others.]
... The purpose of my cafe is to provide a place of solace. For people like me, the magickind, those gifted with abilities, or... [Cue Oren, with a tray of cups and a pot of fragrant tea. It's placed on the table and he returns to the kitchen.]
... Or people who aren't human at all. It's kind of tough, trying to hide your true nature, so might as well relax in a place that's abnormal as you, right?
[She chuckles sheepishly, as if embarrassed.] What I'm saying is, is that both of you were probably looking for a place to get away from the stuff you deal with on a self-conscious level. I mean, I barely set foot out there, and already I could tell it's highly stressful to live that sort of life. Running from guns, shouldering what I can only assume is a hell of a lot of responsibility.
[A beat.]
Does that make sense, or am I just running my mouth here?
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Let me put it this way; you have to have some sort of sixth sense, magic, or an incredibly sharp eye to notice the door's existence. The both of you share that last trait since even normal people are able to have a radar for the abnormal. But... Hm. How do I put this...??
[This space had existed for a long time after all, probably older than both her and Oren combined; he just happened to find it first when he was with Berna and the duo had decorated the door themselves.
When Iona took over, her magic filled the space and it was with absolute purpose. A strange sort of Envisioning that reached out to others.]
... The purpose of my cafe is to provide a place of solace. For people like me, the magickind, those gifted with abilities, or... [Cue Oren, with a tray of cups and a pot of fragrant tea. It's placed on the table and he returns to the kitchen.]
... Or people who aren't human at all. It's kind of tough, trying to hide your true nature, so might as well relax in a place that's abnormal as you, right?
[She chuckles sheepishly, as if embarrassed.] What I'm saying is, is that both of you were probably looking for a place to get away from the stuff you deal with on a self-conscious level. I mean, I barely set foot out there, and already I could tell it's highly stressful to live that sort of life. Running from guns, shouldering what I can only assume is a hell of a lot of responsibility.
[A beat.]
Does that make sense, or am I just running my mouth here?