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[summonere]

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[sealeted]

That's good. Um—he doesn't like that title much, I don't think. You can just call him the Warlock.

[In several ways. She swallows back a relieved sigh.]

I... wouldn't bring it up, publicly. The gods here react... emphatically, when they're led to believe a Neutral party might be biased towards a certain side.

[summonere]

So I hear. I don't intend to speak of him much at all. I want my own autonomy and have no desire to be beholden to him.

He definitely said that to that guy's face.

[ Look! He was just being honest. He doesn't want to be wrapped up in that. ]

[sealeted]

That's a hot potato I'm sure he was happy enough to drop.

[She rubs her arms, and doesn't think of brusque farewells or tea-that-wasn't.]

It's weird, actually being impacted by politics, isn't it?

[summonere]

It's not going to stop me.

This guy, he really just doesn't know how to relax.

[sealeted]

Tell you what; whenever he stresses himself out too much, you can come to me and we'll conspire for his own good.

[summonere]

[ Wow what is this extremely not secret cabal. ]

How much is too much?

[ At least slightly stressed out is his default state here guys. ]

[sealeted]

V, please, I'm trying to have a serious, private conversation with Griffon.

[In plain view of V himself.]

[summonere]

Butt out, Shakespeare.

[ Oh well. He'll just have to read until the two of you are finished. ]

He's just not that sturdy of a guy, I don't think he should be runnin' around trying to fuck over that ritual.

[sealeted]

No, I definitely see your point. Taking a more... administrative role might be safer.

[Because he's a squishy summoner.]

At least he'll be more concerned with how to do it, to start with?

[summonere]

He's been reading about magic theory and shit, it's boring.

[sealeted]

Seems like a good start to me.

[A bit dry for the uninitiated, sure, but still important.]

Or are you missing the poetry already?

[summonere]

Like he's stopped. He's been memorizing this fucking awful poem--

[ V interrupts this chatter to be helpful: ]

"About the Dead Man and Medusa."

And it just goes on and on and on and on.

[sealeted]

I'm not actually familiar with that one.

[Her mind just leaps to the various Medusa mythos, because her instincts are geared in a very specific direction for the sake of her own survival.]

Is it an epic, or is Griffon just being dramatic?

[summonere]

It's only a few pages, he's very dramatic.

You keep readin' it over and over! Of course it goes on forever!

[ Griffon flaps his wings in defiance!!! ]

[sealeted]

[Griffon, inside wings!!]

You could always distract yourself with learning one you like while he does that, you know.

[summonere]

DO I LOOK LIKE SHAKESPEARE?

[ Such a squawking... ]

[sealeted]

Are you asking me if you look like V or...?

[You know, the bard himself.]

[summonere]

BOTH!

[ And he wants to emulate neither. ]

You seem stressed.

[sealeted]

Well, there is a certain color scheme you two follow...

[But she reaches out and begins gently soothing those clearly ruffled feathers of his.]

V, I think you need a nap.

[Flawless logic.]

[summonere]

I really don't have time for that.

[ Also, how is this scene his doing? ]

[sealeted]

There's a bed here for you, and for Griffon to be this bent out of shape I'm sure you must be neglecting some sort of self-care. So.

[She hooks her thumb over her shoulder.]

You tell me. Is it snack time or nap time?

[summonere]

He's always like that.

[ Don't even pretend otherwise. ]

Who are you calling bent out of shape?

[sealeted]

Yeah, but he's like that because you're like that.

[It's a vicious cycle, really.]

[summonere]

[ Uhm? The bird and the human look at each other. They genuinely don't understand what she's saying. ]

I don't know what you mean.

Why do you think he has anything to do with me?!

[ Wow, you two are idiots. ]

[sealeted]

[She gives them a slow blink, her face perfectly, unreadably neutral.]

Wow, I guess you're both getting snacks and naps then.