Houyhnhnm Cities wrote:Lev watched the room slowly filling with phoenixes, a weird mixed bag of people , each one unique in its own way.
Some wore their uniqueness on their skin, exposed for the whole world to see like Shadow the young alchemite girl with reptilian traits, or Alienor, with her bizarre pointy ears. He observed them discretely, still slightly unused to be so close to alchemites. He had learned about them in Ussara, of course, but he actually met one before coming into the league. They usually were not welcome in the places of power.
Others carried their uniqueness within. Like Kaga, the girl from Cathay. Lev saw her becoming increasingly unnerved as people began to fill the room, clenching her fists and babbling when Idza( at least he tought she was Idza, from her limp) started talking to her.
That girl sure has baggage… perhaps I should have a rat follow her, she may reveal something interesting. He made a mental note for himself. Sure, spying on what were technically his allies was not something many would consider morally correct, but old habits die hard.
Then, subtle as a forest fire, Ezekiel arrived in the room. He was one of the few people Lev could understand in there. It’s not that he was simple or (he smirked at the absurdity of that thought) trustworthy, but his own compulsive lies made Lev at ease. At least he didn’t pretend to be honest and that made him, weird as it sounds, one of the most honest persons in the room from Lev’s viewpoint.
Also, he was cute.
Then, for no apparent reason, he pulled out a lute and started to play. He was a good player and Lev never heard that particular melody, so he walked closer to hear better. Then when Ezekiel finished to play it he spoke” Good job Ezekiel. I never heard you playing the lute before, you are very good. Where did you learn?”
Having an audience, no matter how petite, always made Ezekiel play with more vigour, though pretended not to notice he was being watched. When he concluded, he made a dramatic jump, as if startled. "Why, the Ussaran Magus finally wishes to grace himself with my presence." Grinning, Ezekiel placed the instrument in a sort of sheath on his back. "You had never heard The Tale of Lord McCalous? I can understand that. Old tune, can't remember the words. It was the first song I ever learned. My father taught me, used to charm and woo all those whose hearts are open and minds are free. That tells good things about your heart and mind, that you stopped to listen. Of course, one could expect nothing less from nobles like us, eh?"