[ Inanna leaves an EP (and digital copy over the network) of a cover of the song No Time For Toxic People infused with his performance. It will help Jayce relax, let go of problems for a little while, and recharge. ]
[ Jayce is absolutely stoked about the present because he had somehow forgotten that secret holiday gifts go both ways.This guy's a genius, truly.
He doesn't immediately text back Inanna after getting the present; he contacts him later in the day because Jayce has been listening to the EP and enjoying himself for a while now. ]
Hello, Inanna. I wanted to thank you for the lovely present, I've been listening to the music for hours. That's you singing, right? You truly have a lot of talent.
[ He's never been this stress-free in a decade. Truly a miracle. ]
[ Delivered to Jayce's apartment around the 23rd (because K isn't entirely sure of the "correct" time frame for these things, having never celebrated before) are several festively wrapped packages, inside of which are: a small, delicately crafted figurine petting a cat handmade by K from recycled electronic parts and meant to represent them both, a butterfly couture sweatshirt, a kitty scarf (in Abyssinian cat colours), and of course an electric blanket.
There's also a signed note from K wishing Jayce a pleasant holiday season. ]
If Jayce thought he was going to hide away up in the lab, he is sorely mistaken. Viktor had been needing to talk with him about something else for some time and after Jayce had a miniature breakdown earlier, needing to talk to him had now moved to a more important priority. Mostly in that Viktor had his own guilt to wrestle with but in his mind, the bits of Jayce's guilt that were creeping out still took precedence. One of the last things Jayce had said to him before they came to Folkmore had been 'am I interrupting?' So Jayce had known then that Viktor was consumed with guilt. While Viktor was not aware of how much guilt Jayce carried until that particular conversation.
Viktor was wearing longer sleeves in concession to the cold and had definite blood stains on one leg of his pants since he had gone looking for Jayce as soon as he could walk. Not finding him anywhere in the Forge, Viktor's next destination had been the lab.
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CW: for suicidal thoughts and general mention of harm to minors
If it weren't for the damn weather making it impossible to go anywhere without freezing, Jayce would have left the lab to go hide in the darkest room of his apartment. Perhaps he should have done just that—walk out into the snow and let the weather do him in. It's what he deserved.
But instead, he was in the lab, sitting with his head in his hands after spending the last 15 minutes pacing around the room like a caged animal. His eyes had changed from yellow to cyan blue since his conversation with Viktor, and they were staying like that.
His breathing was shallow, and something cold had settled in his chest. The pressure was almost too much to bear. Like his dark thoughts and guilt, it weighed him down to the point where Jayce sometimes felt trapped in a nightmare. He had thought about the shimmer raid often during these last months in Folkmore and wondered how to tell Viktor, or anyone, about what happened, but never could. How do you tell your best friend that you are a child murderer? There's no sugar-coating the truth or bringing back a life. Knowing that Viktor had been injured in a similar way to what Jayce had done brought it all crashing down.
He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand furiously, feeling the corner of his eyes wet, tears threatening to spill. He was too old for tears, it was too childish, and it fixed nothing, but he couldn't help it. A noise got his attention, and he looked up with wide eyes to find Viktor standing by the lab's door, blood still in his clothes. Jayce stood up so fast that the chair bobbled behind him and almost fell to the floor.
[ Reposted to fix something. Despite being from a version of Earth, K doesn't actually know much about Valentine's Day, having never celebrated before. But based on what he gleans from the network and additional research on the topic, it's a holiday meant for expressing love, affection, and appreciation in any form. And in Tony Stark's case, throwing parties. There doesn't seem to be a "wrong" way to celebrate.
And so a box of cookies has been left in Jayce's forge in a spot where he's likely to see it, featuring anvil shapes, assorted tools, and of course little cat paw prints (those being K's own attempt at baking and decorating, while the rest are from a bakery) scattered throughout, all decorated festively in shades of pinks with hearts aplenty. And knowing Jayce's generous nature, K ordered and made extra so there will be more than enough to share with anyone he wants to. There's an included card wishing him a wonderful Valentine's Day, signed by K. ]
[ They do celebrate Valentine's Day in Runeterra, albeit they don't exactly call it that and Jayce has never before celebrated it with anyone. Because of that, he's deeply touched and very surprised by the presents. He outright laughed after seeing the anvil, and the cat paw cookies made him go 'aww.'
While quietly enjoying one of the cookies, Jayce thinks about his relationship with K. He finds himself thinking about K often, in fact, maybe more than is reasonable between friends. He's done that before with Viktor, and by now, Jayce is somewhat more aware of his patterns of behavior and what they imply.
Realizing what his pinning for K might mean makes him blush while alone in his house. Ridiculous, but that's how Jayce is at times. It also makes him decide to text K. ]
Ey, hello, K. Are you at home? I wanted to say thanks for the gifts and ask if you wanted to meet in person. But if you are busy or this is a bad time, I understand!
Somehow, while looking for K around Willow, Jayce ended up with a colorful flower crown atop his head. Granted, it wasn't an unusual fate because the locals were hanging out flowers constantly. The problem was that, because Jayce's butterfly wings were visible and he was wearing casual white and gold spring clothes, it kind of gave him the appearance of some fairy tale prince.
To his credit, he had tried to take off the flower crown, it was a little embarrassing, but it wasn't long until someone offered him another to wear, looking hurt if he refused. And so, Jayce has resigned himself to the flower crown, only comforted by the fact that it was a relatively small one. He kept looking all around for his boyfriend, using the Familiar-Legend bond that tied them together to try and locate him.
That's how Jayce found himself by the lakes, in the middle of what seemed to be a celebration, judging by the bonfires and colorfully decorated animals. Jayce can sense that K is near, there's a small, pleasant warmth in his chest that he's grown to associate with the other man, but he still can't see him. It's really confusing.
He turns around, only to have his path blocked by an animal munching on the grass right in front of him. It's a big, fuzzy...beast? It looks very cute, but Jayce has never seen an animal like this one before in Runeterra. He turns toward the nearest Star Children, face showing his confusion.
"Ah, excuse me. Do you know what this creature is? A horned dog, or...?"
K is sat near one of the bonfires, alone but for a few spirits and fairies hovering near him, encouraging him to help keep the fires going with his elemental abilities. By this point he's likewise been clad in several flower crowns as well as fairy-conjured clothing, appearing almost more like a forest sprite himself than the android that he is. A diminutive one, at that — despite being incapable of aging, the magic that's running amok in Folkmore has transformed him into a child, and unfortunately it's also affected his memory.
He turns, hands still alight with bright blue fire, to give the person addressing him a slightly confused look. Real animals are nigh extinct where he's from, and this one doesn't look like any of the artificial animoids he's seen advertised.
"I'm not sure... but she's an ungulate," he says, gesturing with one flaming hand to the creature's legs. "Hooves. That's a different order than what canids— dogs — are classified under. At least where I'm from."
Rather than returning to his task, he remains staring in silence at the man, struck by an intense sense of familiarity. K knows him, and moreover, they're connected in some way... there's an almost palpable pull between them; something compelling him to stay near the man. His first and most logical assumption is that this must surely be his handler, whom he'd been searching for prior to tending to the bonfires. Why else would there exist such a strong connection between them?
There's also a more nebulous sense of having not seen him in a long while... of not being permitted to, maybe, though K presently can't remember that those were entirely self-imposed restrictions he'd placed on himself. He'd wanted to give Jayce and Mel space to settle in and presumably enjoy domestic bliss together without him being in the way. All he retains is an impression of those feelings, currently, but the man's proximity seems to be clearing some of the fog from his memory. He continues staring with an expectant look on his face, as though awaiting orders.
By now, thanks to a helpful bunny spirit, it's been explained to Jayce that he is in a whole different world than his own and that magic here is common and everyone is fine with it. On the bright side, that's really amazing, especially the last part. On the not-so-wonderful side, his mom is not here, and that's really bad. The last thing Jayce remembers is the mage who saved them from the snowstorm, and while his mom had woken up, she still needed medical help.
In his worry, Jayce's eyes have turned cyan blue, and since he's currently twelve years old, none of the people who would usually recognize him, can do so. He's currently facing a rather mundane problem, which is that he doesn't even remember the last time he ate, and his stomach growled when he walked by a bakery and the smell of freshly made bread reached his nose.
Adding another thing to the list of mundane problems, Jayce doesn't have any money on him to buy food. The only thing he is wearing is a set of strange clothes he didn't remember putting on —but thankfully they fit his small frame— and a wooden spoon. A fancy one, but still a spoon. Jayce takes it out of his pocket and stares at it for a few seconds, then at the bakery window, and then he turns to the closest person to him.
"Eh, excuse me, sir. Do you know if this is worth much? Maybe enough to buy a loaf of bread?"
At this time, Marc's already had his own incident involving a sudden return to childhood. Now, whenever he sees a kid around Folkmore, he's more on edge, wondering whether they too are usually an adult. And if so, whether he should be helping them or just leave them be. The effects will wear off just fine; it only lasted a day for him. Even so, kids can get into trouble when left unattended.
This whole thing is dicey.
Speaking of kids, there's one up ahead giving him conflicting feelings. He should just pass him by, right? Kid's got a spoon by the looks of it, he can get a snack for himself. It should be fine. Except, just as he's trying to pass, the kid asks him a question that implies he doesn't know about the spoon's purpose at all. Shit.
So he stops in his tracks to peer down at the boy properly. "Yeah, you can use it to buy bread. Just don't give them the whole spoon. The thing's magic- you're meant to pay by using the energy that's stored inside it."
It sounds absolutely ridiculous when he says it out loud like this, he realizes. But what else is he supposed to do? He can't not explain it.
There's a small group of tiny mermaids running past Jayce, their chicken feet leaving trident-shaped footprints in the mud. They have been chasing the Star children who got into contact with the waters in an attempt to fix things, and Jayce feels almost sorry for them because the poor things are practically overworked.
He's been worried, having already found some of his acquaintances turned into children, and not having seen others in a while. Blue, Yaak, Manabu...they seem to be gone. And now Jayce can't find Mel. To say that his blood pressure is going up is an understatement. He's checked all of Epiphany already, twice, and the usual places where she might like to visit or go, with little luck.
He's headed toward the cottage Mel has in Willow, hoping that perhaps she's simply there painting, that she might have gotten distracted by her art, as geniuses tend to do. Given that the cottage is by the lakes, and those have also spread out, he wants to get there as soon as possible to make sure she is alright. If she's even there at all.
Summoning his wings for a faster journey, Jayce heads toward the lakes and manages to find the cottage in a matter of minutes. He lands, carefully to avoid stepping in any puddle, and doesn't bother hiding the butterfly wings again. They glitter in the sunlight, spread out behind him.
In a strange land, now with someone calling her name in a voice she doesn't recognize, Mel nearly calls on the power of the sun. Two reminders come immediately to mind: first, that it is not for violence; second, that it must be kept secret. Even if this stranger means her harm, Mel must not use her powers to harm him. Her back straightens. That's fine. Much as she hates it, she has been trained by her mother her whole life.
She sets down her paints, stands, and smooths over the gown she wished for and appeared out of thin air. It fits her, and that's good enough. With as much authority as she can muster, Mel says, "Yes. Come in."
The beautifully crafted cello you made has had me wondering if you normally accept commissions for instruments or if that was just a one-off?
[ K's mentioned playing more than just the piano before so Jayce might have an inkling as to why he's asking. Playing an instrument made especially for him by his love would be a dream come true for him, sentimental sap that he is. ]
Not a lot of people ask me to make them instruments, actually. The ones in my home world are usually different, which requires that I do some research first to make sure I get the design right, but yes, I can make more.
Got anything in mind you might like, baby?
[ He'd love to make and and all the instruments k might need. ]
Could you meet me by the forest near your study in Willow? By the tangerine trees, at noon. That was the brief message Jayce sent to Mel that morning, and he is nowhere to be found at the apartment or the lab. It's a little cryptic, but saying more would ruin the surprise.
He's been in Folkmore for over a year now, and even if Mel weren't here, he feels as if he's missed a few of their anniversaries. He needed to do something special and had collected spoons for a few to be able to summon a baby solari Stellacorn after his conversation with Marc reminded him of their existence.
He had never seen one in person, only read about these magical creatures in books, and heard some more of his stories when he traveled. But they have such a strong connection to Mount Targon that Jayce figured she might have seen one at some point or would have liked to do so.
After summoning it, he got slightly concerned because the stellacorn's wings are made of fire, but as it happens with Hawke's fire wings, they luckily don't burn anything they touch. His real problem now is that he hasn't anticipated the little thing to be so energetic. It turns out that magical animals who have stardust in their blood are very, very fond of high places.
"Please, please, come down. She will be here soon..." Jayce begs, staring up at the stellacorn, who somehow ended up atop the highest branch of a tangerine tree, eating the fruit with gusto. So much for making a good impression.
Being in Tides at the time she received the message—sometimes, you can simply teleport to Tides?—Mel cut short her plans and returned to the surface as a nymph. The swim is beautiful, and she briefly detours into the Crystal Caves to gather one large crystal nearly the size of her head, as a gift in return, on her way to the surface. Turning back to a human is fine, but she remains, well, wet. Mel thinks of Demyx and yet again plans to learn water magic of some sort once she masters spirit healing. It's simply useful and practical, both day-to-day and for more Legendary activities.
From there, a ride to the nearest train station, which mostly dries her out given it's Cruel Summer and Baba Yaga's time is done. Then a train and a long pleasant walk through Willow. The trees create a beautiful dappled texture Mel wishes to paint. Perhaps she could do a series of artwork of people's housing? So many ideas and so little time to capture them all on canvas.
Mel pauses and laughs. She paints so much more than in Piltover, yet she's been in Folkmore long enough to adjust to the new amount of time. To long to paint more and to need to balance it among so much she loves to do here. There's something wonderful to having this sort of problem.
Jayce stares up at the top of a tree, one with fruit. Even if the fruit is high enough up it's hard to find the best fruit from the ground, he could fly and pick any of them he wishes. His facial expression does not communicate a longing for tangerines. More desperation over something? No one is in distress that she can tell, beyond Jayce's exasperation. Mel tucks the crystal behind her back and approaches.
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Your giftee is Dulcinea Septimus. Go ahead and give them something that will make them feel special this winter holiday season!
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Oh! That's great, thank you. I talked to her for a little while once, at least I know who she is. Thank you!
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He doesn't immediately text back Inanna after getting the present; he contacts him later in the day because Jayce has been listening to the EP and enjoying himself for a while now. ]
Hello, Inanna. I wanted to thank you for the lovely present, I've been listening to the music for hours. That's you singing, right? You truly have a lot of talent.
[ He's never been this stress-free in a decade. Truly a miracle. ]
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Gift delivery from K!
There's also a signed note from K wishing Jayce a pleasant holiday season. ]
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Viktor was wearing longer sleeves in concession to the cold and had definite blood stains on one leg of his pants since he had gone looking for Jayce as soon as he could walk. Not finding him anywhere in the Forge, Viktor's next destination had been the lab.
CW: for suicidal thoughts and general mention of harm to minors
But instead, he was in the lab, sitting with his head in his hands after spending the last 15 minutes pacing around the room like a caged animal. His eyes had changed from yellow to cyan blue since his conversation with Viktor, and they were staying like that.
His breathing was shallow, and something cold had settled in his chest. The pressure was almost too much to bear. Like his dark thoughts and guilt, it weighed him down to the point where Jayce sometimes felt trapped in a nightmare. He had thought about the shimmer raid often during these last months in Folkmore and wondered how to tell Viktor, or anyone, about what happened, but never could. How do you tell your best friend that you are a child murderer? There's no sugar-coating the truth or bringing back a life. Knowing that Viktor had been injured in a similar way to what Jayce had done brought it all crashing down.
He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand furiously, feeling the corner of his eyes wet, tears threatening to spill. He was too old for tears, it was too childish, and it fixed nothing, but he couldn't help it. A noise got his attention, and he looked up with wide eyes to find Viktor standing by the lab's door, blood still in his clothes. Jayce stood up so fast that the chair bobbled behind him and almost fell to the floor.
"Viktor! Are you alright? How's your knee?"
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Valentines delivery
Reposted to fix something.Despite being from a version of Earth, K doesn't actually know much about Valentine's Day, having never celebrated before. But based on what he gleans from the network and additional research on the topic, it's a holiday meant for expressing love, affection, and appreciation in any form. And in Tony Stark's case, throwing parties. There doesn't seem to be a "wrong" way to celebrate.
And so a box of cookies has been left in Jayce's forge in a spot where he's likely to see it, featuring anvil shapes, assorted tools, and of course little cat paw prints (those being K's own attempt at baking and decorating, while the rest are from a bakery) scattered throughout, all decorated festively in shades of pinks with hearts aplenty. And knowing Jayce's generous nature, K ordered and made extra so there will be more than enough to share with anyone he wants to. There's an included card wishing him a wonderful Valentine's Day, signed by K. ]
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While quietly enjoying one of the cookies, Jayce thinks about his relationship with K. He finds himself thinking about K often, in fact, maybe more than is reasonable between friends. He's done that before with Viktor, and by now, Jayce is somewhat more aware of his patterns of behavior and what they imply.
Realizing what his pinning for K might mean makes him blush while alone in his house. Ridiculous, but that's how Jayce is at times. It also makes him decide to text K. ]
Ey, hello, K. Are you at home? I wanted to say thanks for the gifts and ask if you wanted to meet in person. But if you are busy or this is a bad time, I understand!
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Somehow, while looking for K around Willow, Jayce ended up with a colorful flower crown atop his head. Granted, it wasn't an unusual fate because the locals were hanging out flowers constantly. The problem was that, because Jayce's butterfly wings were visible and he was wearing casual white and gold spring clothes, it kind of gave him the appearance of some fairy tale prince.
To his credit, he had tried to take off the flower crown, it was a little embarrassing, but it wasn't long until someone offered him another to wear, looking hurt if he refused. And so, Jayce has resigned himself to the flower crown, only comforted by the fact that it was a relatively small one. He kept looking all around for his boyfriend, using the Familiar-Legend bond that tied them together to try and locate him.
That's how Jayce found himself by the lakes, in the middle of what seemed to be a celebration, judging by the bonfires and colorfully decorated animals. Jayce can sense that K is near, there's a small, pleasant warmth in his chest that he's grown to associate with the other man, but he still can't see him. It's really confusing.
He turns around, only to have his path blocked by an animal munching on the grass right in front of him. It's a big, fuzzy...beast? It looks very cute, but Jayce has never seen an animal like this one before in Runeterra. He turns toward the nearest Star Children, face showing his confusion.
"Ah, excuse me. Do you know what this creature is? A horned dog, or...?"
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He turns, hands still alight with bright blue fire, to give the person addressing him a slightly confused look. Real animals are nigh extinct where he's from, and this one doesn't look like any of the artificial animoids he's seen advertised.
"I'm not sure... but she's an ungulate," he says, gesturing with one flaming hand to the creature's legs. "Hooves. That's a different order than what canids— dogs — are classified under. At least where I'm from."
Rather than returning to his task, he remains staring in silence at the man, struck by an intense sense of familiarity. K knows him, and moreover, they're connected in some way... there's an almost palpable pull between them; something compelling him to stay near the man. His first and most logical assumption is that this must surely be his handler, whom he'd been searching for prior to tending to the bonfires. Why else would there exist such a strong connection between them?
There's also a more nebulous sense of having not seen him in a long while... of not being permitted to, maybe, though K presently can't remember that those were entirely self-imposed restrictions he'd placed on himself. He'd wanted to give Jayce and Mel space to settle in and presumably enjoy domestic bliss together without him being in the way. All he retains is an impression of those feelings, currently, but the man's proximity seems to be clearing some of the fog from his memory. He continues staring with an expectant look on his face, as though awaiting orders.
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that kitty pic is so cute omg
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By now, thanks to a helpful bunny spirit, it's been explained to Jayce that he is in a whole different world than his own and that magic here is common and everyone is fine with it. On the bright side, that's really amazing, especially the last part. On the not-so-wonderful side, his mom is not here, and that's really bad. The last thing Jayce remembers is the mage who saved them from the snowstorm, and while his mom had woken up, she still needed medical help.
In his worry, Jayce's eyes have turned cyan blue, and since he's currently twelve years old, none of the people who would usually recognize him, can do so. He's currently facing a rather mundane problem, which is that he doesn't even remember the last time he ate, and his stomach growled when he walked by a bakery and the smell of freshly made bread reached his nose.
Adding another thing to the list of mundane problems, Jayce doesn't have any money on him to buy food. The only thing he is wearing is a set of strange clothes he didn't remember putting on —but thankfully they fit his small frame— and a wooden spoon. A fancy one, but still a spoon. Jayce takes it out of his pocket and stares at it for a few seconds, then at the bakery window, and then he turns to the closest person to him.
"Eh, excuse me, sir. Do you know if this is worth much? Maybe enough to buy a loaf of bread?"
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This whole thing is dicey.
Speaking of kids, there's one up ahead giving him conflicting feelings. He should just pass him by, right? Kid's got a spoon by the looks of it, he can get a snack for himself. It should be fine. Except, just as he's trying to pass, the kid asks him a question that implies he doesn't know about the spoon's purpose at all. Shit.
So he stops in his tracks to peer down at the boy properly. "Yeah, you can use it to buy bread. Just don't give them the whole spoon. The thing's magic- you're meant to pay by using the energy that's stored inside it."
It sounds absolutely ridiculous when he says it out loud like this, he realizes. But what else is he supposed to do? He can't not explain it.
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There's a small group of tiny mermaids running past Jayce, their chicken feet leaving trident-shaped footprints in the mud. They have been chasing the Star children who got into contact with the waters in an attempt to fix things, and Jayce feels almost sorry for them because the poor things are practically overworked.
He's been worried, having already found some of his acquaintances turned into children, and not having seen others in a while. Blue, Yaak, Manabu...they seem to be gone. And now Jayce can't find Mel. To say that his blood pressure is going up is an understatement. He's checked all of Epiphany already, twice, and the usual places where she might like to visit or go, with little luck.
He's headed toward the cottage Mel has in Willow, hoping that perhaps she's simply there painting, that she might have gotten distracted by her art, as geniuses tend to do. Given that the cottage is by the lakes, and those have also spread out, he wants to get there as soon as possible to make sure she is alright. If she's even there at all.
Summoning his wings for a faster journey, Jayce heads toward the lakes and manages to find the cottage in a matter of minutes. He lands, carefully to avoid stepping in any puddle, and doesn't bother hiding the butterfly wings again. They glitter in the sunlight, spread out behind him.
"Mel!? Are you here?"
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She sets down her paints, stands, and smooths over the gown she wished for and appeared out of thin air. It fits her, and that's good enough. With as much authority as she can muster, Mel says, "Yes. Come in."
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yes i'm being mean and asking for the one neither of them can get to right now
OH NO ... XD
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That's exactly how our daughter would look and act. She's beautiful and perfect.
[ He needs to send something back too, because of course he does. ]
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[ K's mentioned playing more than just the piano before so Jayce might have an inkling as to why he's asking. Playing an instrument made especially for him by his love would be a dream come true for him, sentimental sap that he is. ]
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Not a lot of people ask me to make them instruments, actually. The ones in my home world are usually different, which requires that I do some research first to make sure I get the design right, but yes, I can make more.
Got anything in mind you might like, baby?
[ He'd love to make and and all the instruments k might need. ]
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Did something happen? Are you hurt?
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Closed to Mel @somethingrevolutionary
He's been in Folkmore for over a year now, and even if Mel weren't here, he feels as if he's missed a few of their anniversaries. He needed to do something special and had collected spoons for a few to be able to summon a baby solari Stellacorn after his conversation with Marc reminded him of their existence.
He had never seen one in person, only read about these magical creatures in books, and heard some more of his stories when he traveled. But they have such a strong connection to Mount Targon that Jayce figured she might have seen one at some point or would have liked to do so.
After summoning it, he got slightly concerned because the stellacorn's wings are made of fire, but as it happens with Hawke's fire wings, they luckily don't burn anything they touch. His real problem now is that he hasn't anticipated the little thing to be so energetic. It turns out that magical animals who have stardust in their blood are very, very fond of high places.
"Please, please, come down. She will be here soon..." Jayce begs, staring up at the stellacorn, who somehow ended up atop the highest branch of a tangerine tree, eating the fruit with gusto. So much for making a good impression.
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From there, a ride to the nearest train station, which mostly dries her out given it's Cruel Summer and Baba Yaga's time is done. Then a train and a long pleasant walk through Willow. The trees create a beautiful dappled texture Mel wishes to paint. Perhaps she could do a series of artwork of people's housing? So many ideas and so little time to capture them all on canvas.
Mel pauses and laughs. She paints so much more than in Piltover, yet she's been in Folkmore long enough to adjust to the new amount of time. To long to paint more and to need to balance it among so much she loves to do here. There's something wonderful to having this sort of problem.
Jayce stares up at the top of a tree, one with fruit. Even if the fruit is high enough up it's hard to find the best fruit from the ground, he could fly and pick any of them he wishes. His facial expression does not communicate a longing for tangerines. More desperation over something? No one is in distress that she can tell, beyond Jayce's exasperation. Mel tucks the crystal behind her back and approaches.
"Hello Jayce. Problem?"
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