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Tavi of Calderon ([personal profile] student_of_impossibility) wrote2010-01-29 11:26 pm
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[OOM(M) AU: Calderon] Playtesting is for awesomes

In the few weeks since Second Calderon, everything's changed.

Uncle Bernard has been busy getting settled in as Count Calderon--somehow Tavi feels like he gets to see his uncle less. Amara's been coming to visit, which is nice; Tavi never thought he'd make friends with a Cursor of the Crown, but he has. A part of him hopes he can serve Alera with that much effectiveness one day, even though he doesn't think someone like him is likely to.

Some other part whispers he'll be a Cursor one day, and to be patient. Tavi hates being patient.

Aunt Isana's been trying to hide how worried she is about his moving away, although it only takes his enthusiasm for the classes he'll get to take to start putting a smile back on her face. And sometimes Tavi isn't sure if he should try to talk to Fade alone about what happened--Araris Valerian died fifteen years ago. Do you understand, Tavi?--and sometimes he knows with absolute certainty it isn't the right time.

Which is why Tavi's now out watching the sheep, instead of getting ready to go. He volunteered. So long as he's out here, things are almost like normal. He doesn't want to go back--there's too much to do, and see, and explore. He's getting all he ever wanted now, and doesn't even begin to imagine where it might lead.

He just needs a little quiet, and a little time. Sheep are good for that.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
From the bushes there's a loud shriek of surprise or startlement. Or something unhappy. It's human, definitely. Rather unhappy human, but human.

They sound stuck.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
A teenage boy with a muss of black hair and brown eyes is stuck in the bushes. His foot is caught in some bramble and what looks like some rocks. His clothes are well made, if strangely fashioned. He's got a long coat on and it looks like a hat has fallen off. Embroidered on his his shirt in dark blues are birds.

The hat, a brown bowler hat, is being chewed on by a sheep.

"No! I'm not all right." He gives Tavi an imperious look.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Jono does imperious looks far better than he does anyway.

Alec is about fifteen and hasn't gotten into his growth spurt yet.

"It hurts. A lot." He scowls at the hat-eating sheep. "And it's stuck."

"And that's my hat!" He snatches the hat from the sheep.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
The hat, sadly, goes with the sheep.

He watches Tavi wrestle with the sheep wondering if this is something that all farmers do. The sheep doesn't look too dangerous to him. It doesn't even have any bony plates on it. The horns are even sheered clean. Of course his sheep tend to look like this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/Kippur/drawings/Alecsheep.jpg).

"Where would I go!?" He snaps back and crosses his arms looking sulky.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
... his father gave him that hat. He liked that hat. It was his favorite hat. And now it's... not a hat any more.

Stupid sheep.

Alec snatches the hat back from Tavi with a mildly ungrateful look and puts it on his head anyway.

"If I could have gotten free, I wouldn't be in this situation."

As for his clothes, they're perfectly sensible for walking down to school.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Clothing is very low on Alec's list as well. He was planning on walking to school not end up in the brambles with sheep.

"I'm not stupid," he said sounding like he knows people who would be. "My godfather would kill me if I were to do that." He ignores the bits about Garados and Thana.

About fifteen minutes. He does take a sip of water and gives the canteen back.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-30 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Where is out this way?" Alec turns his hat around and tries to get it to settle better on his head. Focusing on the stupid things like the hat is what is stopping him from panicking.

He looks around and realizes this isn't anywhere near home. "I was going to university and I took the short cut because I was late. And then here."

The foot has wedged itself rather nicely into a crack that was hidden by the bramble.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
And Alec pauses.

"I've never heard of Bernardholt," he says back. "And your clothes are strange."

Yes, that was petty. He's cranky because his foot hurts.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-01-31 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He sniffed. "I've seen farmers before. In the market."

His arms cross and Alec looks at him sourly. Did Tavi think he was stupid?

The names still mean nothing to him.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-02-01 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
They're odd looking each other then.

"I. Don't. Firebolting. Know! You slush brained nitwit!" He practically yells. "I just turned the corner and was HERE!"

A stiff breeze stirs up at his frustration, but he clamps down on it quickly and it dies.

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Alec freezes, a surge of panic flushing through him. Not allowed to use other elements. Not allowed to use other elements. Chants through his head at lightning speed.

"... No I'm not."

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Stressing every word, Alec repeats, "I can't use air magic."

Sure, they were out in the middle of nowhere, but he never knew. There might be wizards out here and if they found out...

[identity profile] elementwizard.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavi gets a frown back as he wonders if the other boy is mad. Why would he have more than one elemental ability... or crafting, which had to be the strangest thing to call the magic.

"Fire."

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