After Shooting Stars.
Ymiden 37, Arc 722
Ymiden was hot on Scalvoris, but there was often a bit of wind coming from the nearby ocean, and thus Doran had decided that his meeting with a colleague of his, Professor Fridson, would take place outside, on the deck, where his employees had already set up a table and two chairs. He was positive that the younger man would appreciate the fresh air and the sunlight; and besides, there was a certain symbolism to the place he had chosen. Pyk, the city that would be one of the topics of their meeting, had sunk into the ocean, perhaps the very same ocean that extended seemingly endlessly in front of his house now.
The door that led into the house – a former lighthouse that had become quite a luxurious and cozy residence – was open so that he could smell the food that his mortal cook, Elias, was preparing for his guest and him. He had asked him for a summer meal. Elias had decided on lemon chicken with parmesan, fresh herbs and gnocchi, and afterwards there would be coffee as well as blackberry and yogurt cake. As the two men wouldn’t be able to eat everything alone, Elias and Olivia, the maid, would share the food.
When Doran was at home alone, they often ate together, which probably constituted a breach of etiquette in the eyes of his fellow aristocrats, because he didn’t understand why he should sit alone at a big table when he could have company instead. When there were guests, Elias and Olivia kept to themselves while he went about his business though.
Professor Fridson would bring him a couple of books that mentioned the Originals, Pyk or Delana, and Doran himself arranged his research notes as well as a couple of his own sources on the table so that his colleague would be able to peruse them if he wanted to.
He planned on continuing their previous exchange of knowledge and include a little practical demonstration of the abilities that Effigy had afforded him this time. He found that he enjoyed their meetings, greatly so, and not only because of the things he learned.
In his own home, Doran dressed more casually than he did in public. He wore fine dark pants, a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and a dark vest, but no jacket or tie, and comfortable shoes. He didn’t particularly care about fashion trends – the knee length trousers that everybody seemed to love so much at the moment would have just looked ridiculous on him – but there was a hint of golden-orange embroidery on his vest, quite by accident.
Having finished his preparations, he sat down in order to read a bit while he waited for one of his employees to tell him that his guest was there. His Iceforged Diri, that resembled one of the Kioo Tulki of the north was nearby, watching him with curiosity and chatting, as it often did, although it fell silent the moment a sound could be heard from the house.
Ymiden 37, Arc 722
Ymiden was hot on Scalvoris, but there was often a bit of wind coming from the nearby ocean, and thus Doran had decided that his meeting with a colleague of his, Professor Fridson, would take place outside, on the deck, where his employees had already set up a table and two chairs. He was positive that the younger man would appreciate the fresh air and the sunlight; and besides, there was a certain symbolism to the place he had chosen. Pyk, the city that would be one of the topics of their meeting, had sunk into the ocean, perhaps the very same ocean that extended seemingly endlessly in front of his house now.
The door that led into the house – a former lighthouse that had become quite a luxurious and cozy residence – was open so that he could smell the food that his mortal cook, Elias, was preparing for his guest and him. He had asked him for a summer meal. Elias had decided on lemon chicken with parmesan, fresh herbs and gnocchi, and afterwards there would be coffee as well as blackberry and yogurt cake. As the two men wouldn’t be able to eat everything alone, Elias and Olivia, the maid, would share the food.
When Doran was at home alone, they often ate together, which probably constituted a breach of etiquette in the eyes of his fellow aristocrats, because he didn’t understand why he should sit alone at a big table when he could have company instead. When there were guests, Elias and Olivia kept to themselves while he went about his business though.
Professor Fridson would bring him a couple of books that mentioned the Originals, Pyk or Delana, and Doran himself arranged his research notes as well as a couple of his own sources on the table so that his colleague would be able to peruse them if he wanted to.
He planned on continuing their previous exchange of knowledge and include a little practical demonstration of the abilities that Effigy had afforded him this time. He found that he enjoyed their meetings, greatly so, and not only because of the things he learned.
In his own home, Doran dressed more casually than he did in public. He wore fine dark pants, a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and a dark vest, but no jacket or tie, and comfortable shoes. He didn’t particularly care about fashion trends – the knee length trousers that everybody seemed to love so much at the moment would have just looked ridiculous on him – but there was a hint of golden-orange embroidery on his vest, quite by accident.
Having finished his preparations, he sat down in order to read a bit while he waited for one of his employees to tell him that his guest was there. His Iceforged Diri, that resembled one of the Kioo Tulki of the north was nearby, watching him with curiosity and chatting, as it often did, although it fell silent the moment a sound could be heard from the house.
