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night magic;
[ the things that caleb can do.. are truly astounding. elemental manipulation, yes, sure, that's nothing particularly new to dan heng, and really, neither is spacial distortion, but generally speaking, being able to make your own little pocket dimension tower is quite advanced technology. yet caleb creates this place as if he's weaving a dream, making it seem effortless. and the detail.. there's so much here that is simply special. so much thought put into every nook and cranny, from the specifically tailored bedrooms, to the winding passageways for the cats.
it's beautiful, absolutely remarkable, and every time he stays here it feels like a privilege, most especially once caleb crafts a room for him, too, nestled right near the top of the tower. a private space just for dan heng, with a warm hearth and a desk for working and several large bookcases filled tightly with scrolls and tomes and notebooks. the thick carpet is plush and warm, patterned to look like the sea, and the walls are hung with tapestries depicting elegant, sinewy dragons both at work and at play, clutching their pearls of wisdom, protecting the land around them.
it's so thoughtful that it's almost painful, knowing that caleb carved this space out just for him, and it speaks to their closeness that he would do so, that he would offer him a place with the people who have become his family.
tonight they sit on the floor by the hearth, sharing drinks while wrapped in warm furs, dressed down for the evening after a long day spent picking through the ruins of aeor. tomorrow will bring more exploration, more excitement, but right now it's only them, enjoying one another's company. dan heng has released his cloudhymn illusion for the night, existing now as himself, a full blooded vidyadhara, comfortable in his own skin. caleb is someone he trusts deeply, after all, if there's anyone he can drop his disguise around, it is him.
with a soft smile, dan heng refills their wine glasses. ]
What do you think? Would you like to see the stars? To visit the Express? It isn't a one way trip, after all.
it's beautiful, absolutely remarkable, and every time he stays here it feels like a privilege, most especially once caleb crafts a room for him, too, nestled right near the top of the tower. a private space just for dan heng, with a warm hearth and a desk for working and several large bookcases filled tightly with scrolls and tomes and notebooks. the thick carpet is plush and warm, patterned to look like the sea, and the walls are hung with tapestries depicting elegant, sinewy dragons both at work and at play, clutching their pearls of wisdom, protecting the land around them.
it's so thoughtful that it's almost painful, knowing that caleb carved this space out just for him, and it speaks to their closeness that he would do so, that he would offer him a place with the people who have become his family.
tonight they sit on the floor by the hearth, sharing drinks while wrapped in warm furs, dressed down for the evening after a long day spent picking through the ruins of aeor. tomorrow will bring more exploration, more excitement, but right now it's only them, enjoying one another's company. dan heng has released his cloudhymn illusion for the night, existing now as himself, a full blooded vidyadhara, comfortable in his own skin. caleb is someone he trusts deeply, after all, if there's anyone he can drop his disguise around, it is him.
with a soft smile, dan heng refills their wine glasses. ]
What do you think? Would you like to see the stars? To visit the Express? It isn't a one way trip, after all.