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Lena Magnus
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#1
Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
Lena moved with purpose today – no absent-minded thoughts, no amplified daydreams, no haunting masquerades, no head in the clouds, no conspiring notations on deities. Instead, her limbs and strides elongated, elegant and refined, but determined nonetheless, threading her way through the market, basket on her arm, gentle smile on her features, a wayward grace inhabiting her essence. A glide, a sweep, a turn, and she was down another range of streets, youthful hellos called out to those she knew well, considered friends and acquaintances, beloved and considered, waves upon waves along the bazaar’s outreach.

Eventually, she reached her desired destination, clinging to the stall and kiosk filled with the variety of items she sought. “Madam,” and she bowed her head towards the keeper, a warm, enriched grin enlightened along features – as if she hadn’t been coming here for years upon years, the mocking laugh extended back to her in return infusing those warm regards. Habitual and distinct, the other woman grabbed hold of her regular items, bandages, these ones new and not worn, burnt, frayed, or completely destroyed by the latest animal, and some other medicinal herbs. “You know me so well,” and she winked, extending payments, barters, and bargains in return, before hastening further down the lane, intending to snag some lunch.

Except, perhaps out of her inattention to surroundings (unlike the youth), perhaps out of someone else’s lack of consideration or observation, her basket was jostled by a stray elbow – sending the whole volley of carefully wrapped linens down, down, down, unraveling along the stones. Lena dashed after them, and the only sign of frustration was the disappeared smile, the rush of movement and motion to chase the wayward dressings.
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FINN
the spyglass
Despite what people may assume about Finn Rosencrantz, on this occasion he is not, in fact, responsible for the stray elbow that sends the dressings and bandages tumbling from Lena’s basket. In fact he is a few yards in front, his eyes on the Tower looming in the distance, mind on the research he’s trying to tease out. He rarely visits the Plaza, but he seems to be doing so more and more often lately; strange, given that his need to socialise is almost non-existent.

But sometimes being part of something without actively participating can be just as rewarding. In this case, however, he’s caught by the sight of a perfectly rolled dressing unravelling itself next to his leg, and Finn turns to stoop and stop its progress quite on autopilot. There’s another, and another as well, and he’s gathered a couple of them up by the time their owner appears.

”These must be yours,” he says with a polite smile, offering them out to her.
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Lena Magnus
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Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
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The youth gallivanted after them, excusing herself multiple times in the pathway of others, chiding her own soul for apt foolishness (she should’ve been looking where she was going, she should’ve understood or known where people would be moving about). By the time she arrived along the bandages’ marked trails, however, someone else had already snagged at them. Luckily for the Caretaker, they didn’t keep them for themselves.

Rising from her wayward crouch, she glanced up and up to find the man before her, fingers outstretched with the rolls of dressing. “Yes, they are, thank you!” She might’ve recognized him, but only by passing gestures; she had no business with Order things (save for the relation to her sister and the Artificer’s work), and generally kept to the Celestine, to the stars, to the gardens, and their enclosures. A bright smile found itself igniting along her features – an ever-present thing, unless something else caused it to bound and leap away.

The woman started to roll them back up, carefully picking away at the dirt and debris they’d collected on the street (due to be laundered and washed before she placed it upon some wounded creature), and then realized she hadn’t been very proper. “I’m Lena.” A hand extended, warmth exuded, friendly and amiable amidst the cobblestones.
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FINN
the spyglass
”You’re welcome. I very much doubt the ground requires bandaging,” he remarks quietly, passing the bandages back only to watch another one tumble by. He stoops to catch this one too, already carefully rolling it back up when suddenly a name and a handshake is thrust in his direction.

”Oh. Finn,” he introduces himself, taking her hand and shaking it quite on autopilot, as if it is a learned gesture (it is). ”It’s nice to meet you, Lena. Are you a doctor?” Perhaps the medical wing has simply been on his mind lately; either way, the Spyglass finds himself wondering what she needs a basket of dressings for.
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#5
Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
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“Not yet, anyway.” And she laughed, warm and bright, before taking hold of another bandage, reeling it in tightly after the handshake was exchanged, ensuring this one too had survived its tumble. She committed the name and face to memory, peeking back up at him for a moment, before rendering her attention back on the dressings.

A doctor; perhaps in some way, but not in the schemes and reels that mattered most. “No. I’m the Caretaker at the Celestine.” Placing the wares back in the basket, she shoved aside some portions, staring over at a few of the market stalls, pondering if she should be grabbing a few other things, now that she’d had some time and moments to reflect. Her eyes went back to him a second later, realizing the response might have been lacking in efficient explanations. “Some of the dragons burnt up the last of my bandages,” she shrugged, as if this was common place and nothing was awry. “I have a rhamphire in need of some fresh ones every couple of hours.” Her head tilted, wondering if she was rambling, pondering if she should cease and desist. “What do you do?”
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FINN
the spyglass
"That is true - there is always time," Finn remarks of the ground and its need for bandaging, glancing around now to check for any more wayward dressings. He doesn't notice any, and thus returns his attention to Lena as she begins to speak again. Eyebrows raising a little, he finds a slight smile on his lips to hear that she is associated with the Celestine, nodding his understanding. "I walk there often," he says - these days it's even true. "Is the unicorn still there, do you know?"

The creature that healed his hand, at least, doesn't seem to be in need of the bandages - something that Finn finds himself feeling glad of. "Dragons, you say? You would have thought that they would be more well behaved in a place like Stormbreak." What with the Dragoons and all. But then she's bounced the question back onto him, and he glances at the Tower again quite without thinking.

"I work at the Tower, as a researcher," he explains. Throwing names like Order and Spyglass around really aren't Finn's vibe.
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Lena Magnus
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Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
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At the mention of walking, she started to do so instinctively too, out of the range and way of the hustling, bustling crowd, a listening ear, head tilted, while she rolled the last of the bandages, placing them back within the basket. Tucking them down, ensuring this time they were far more secure, her eyes flickered back up to him, the beam of her smile remaining at the continued discourse of the Celestine. “It’s a wonderful place. I hope it gives you peace on your walks.” At the notion of the unicorn, for Lena lacked the prejudice towards an animal associated with Abandoneds (for the creatures couldn’t be blamed; sometimes this was how the world worked), she granted a firm nod. “Yes. For a couple more days. Then it will be right as rain, and can go be with its herd again.” Back off into the ethers, the vestiges, of life.

She began a dutiful motion again, along the outskirts of the other maneuvering people, expecting him to follow as she chatted along. “Young ones. At their age, unleashing powers is a given.” The depths of her grin turned enigmatic, and she shrugged; not bothered in the least by things that were inevitable. Why wouldn’t a juvenile dragon try, attempt, or strive to prove themselves? Humans did much of the same, given their time and place.

But at Finn’s occupation, she was distracted, gaze following where he glanced, towards the Tower. A gentle hum rambled along, under her breath, and she wasn’t quite so content with the answer – far more inquisitive. “Oh? What do you research?”
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FINN
the spyglass
"Mm. It does bring me peace - I wish I had started to go there a lot sooner, in truth," he admits with a nod, instinctively following along as she begins to walk them out of the way of the others bustling through the street. They can stroll the outskirts, Finn still watching the Tower, and he's not really paying attention to where she's leading them. Nodding as she speaks of the unicorn, he's somewhat relieved to hear that it will be rejoining its herd; he remembers Tobi saying that it would be missing them.

With a sheepish smile that's half hidden given that he's trailing at her heels until the crowds thin out enough for them to walk abreast, understanding dawns on him. "Of course, the young ones," he muses. "I wonder, at times, what it might be like to have a companion." Finn surprises himself with his sudden openness, and he ruffles a hand back through his curls as if trying to search for where it came from.

"Mm...? Oh. Demigods," he says regarding his research. "I help to locate them, and I dedicate a lot of my research to the rest of Caido and where they might be found."
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Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
She walked on the edges, peering occasionally into stalls, waving fond greetings to the merchants she knew, pausing here and there to snag something else, offering favors, treats, and other barters in return. Before long, Lena had managed to acquire some slivers of cheese, apples, and crackers, and offered a portion of the latter towards Finn, extending them in arm’s reach, eyes back on the paths. “I always find something new to cherish there.” Whether it be an animal, set to eventually depart, another star in the forged sky, or some other grand exultation – a figment she hadn’t noticed before. Peace and serenity, tranquility and divinity, collected and created together in an immersion of bliss and refuge – she hoped anyone willing to wander within its confines felt the same signature outlook; calm, composed, and enlightened again.

A smile flickered over her face, diminished quickly as she munched, and then reappeared once she’d swallowed the food down. “So do I,” a bit wistful perhaps, tilting her head. “My sister, Seraphina, recently acquired a dragon of her own. It must be amazing, to have that sort of bond with another creature.” Lena tucked her basket back on her arm after grabbing a few more treats, layering the cheese and crackers together while they walked, and proffering them towards Finn once more. “What kind would you like, if you had a choice?” The woman knew quite a few; could always provide information she already had.

Research about Demigods caused her to narrow her eyes for a moment, gazing along Towers, and outlines of other buildings. Did the people enjoy being gawked, studied, or scrutinized? Or did it come with the territory, of being aligned with the deities and heralds? Expected, since they were already so honored and reverent? “What happens with your research?” An innocent inquiry; not quite understanding what happened after locating these divine beings. It almost sounded as if they were naught more than objects, and her heart twisted in her chest.
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Finn Rosencrantz


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FINN
the spyglass
Surprised at the offer of food, Finn flashes an overly polite smile in her direction. The refusal is on his tongue, and yet it's schooled by the reminder that he needs to do something if he's expected to look anything like he used to, and so he accepts the cracker with a nod of gratitude. "I certainly don't find myself seeing the same things twice," he remarks of the Celestine, sampling the snacks as they walk, his stormy eyes flicking from the Tower and back to the path ahead.

Recognition shoots through his gaze at the name she offers, Finn glancing across at her. "Your sister is the Artificer," he remarks, before clearing his throat awkwardy - because of course she would know that much, given that they were related. "She recently completed some work on my office. She's quite talented." But he's thrown by the prospect of a companion, the Spyglass chewing thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek.

"You know, I have never really considered it. I imagine something active, to get me out of my office once in a while. What about you?" Speaking of work, she asks after his research, and Finn can only shrug his shoulders gently in response. "That is up to the Eye," he says. "I do not really have a say in the matter."
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Lena Magnus
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Lena
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Lena continued her munching, strolling, and casual acquiring of goods, basket along her arm eventually stuffed to the brim with a variety of wares. Retrieving a knife from her pocket, she began to slice up portions of the apple, offering them to Finn as she’d done with the other food before, humming under her breath again. Thoughts swarmed to the collection of creatures within the Celestine – how quickly they came in, and how swiftly they left – healed and mended. “A lovely little cloud wrym came in the other day. I suspect it will be going soon.” But a hint, if he was intrigued by the creatures, that there were more things to find – missing the way his stance conspired towards the Tower.

Recognition of Sera brought forth an illustrious, proud smile from Lena, who would eternally grant anyone in her family the most generous of benedictions. “Sera’s amazing. What did she work on?” Her imagination could run wild on the possibilities, but she’d rather hear it from another individual who’d seen her sibling’s abilities.

Discussion of companions gave her pause again, the merry little tune jumbled together in mellifluous tones, tilting her head this way and that in consideration. “I see so many, it would be difficult to choose. Though I do love the symbolism of the luxere.” Another grin warranted, softer and lighter this time. “You’d have quite a few choices, if you craved activity.” An indication, if he wanted her opinion on the matter – but in the end it would be up to creature and human, souls bound and connected.

The shrug, either of indifference or the unknown, dimmed the grin in vague degrees, more careful consideration honing in as she gathered up slices of cheese to go with the apple. “Do they know they’re being watched? Or studied?”
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Finn Rosencrantz


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FINN
the spyglass
Finn accepts the slice of apple more easily than he did when she initially offered to share her wares, his gratitude coming out quietly and politely, much the same as most of the things he does. Raising his eyebrows to hear of the cloud wyrms, she does succeed in tearing his attention more towards the Celestine, the Spyglass's curiosity piqued. "I hear they breathe out clouds," he remarks, though soon enough she's asking about Sera and the work she's done on Finn's office.

"She made me a glass wall that I can write on, for my research. It's one way glass for privacy," he explains. They have veered off the path towards the Tower now, and Finn has resigned himself to another pleasant stroll through the gardens. As their conversation bounces to luxere and companions now, Finn manages a smile. "They are spirited, from what I know of them," he murmurs. "And it's not so much that I crave activity - just that I know I would need it, if left to my own devices."

It's a shame that their conversation can't stay so light, and Finn's expression grows more solemn as he has to admit that he goes about his research in a somewhat clandestine way. "No," he says. "They don't, not until it's time to try and bring them into alignment with the Order's desires."
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Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
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The stroll continued, as did the sharing of food, proffering cheese next, quite content to peel the slices away from the basket, or to carve them around her knife. While her eyes never quite drifted to him, content to remain on the pathway, or distracted by some other nuance along the edges of the market boundaries, the kiosks always fresh and alive, her thoughts immediately meandered to the notion of the cloud wyrms. The smile enraptured, curled along her features, at the barest notion of the creatures and what Finn had heard. “Oh yes! They don’t have wings either. They slither through the air.” She paused, gaze going to the sky, as if searching for them, or perhaps peeling away at the memories, knowing full well they wouldn’t live in these parts. And then her hands made slithering gestures, coming together much like a snake, weaving along the air while she laughed and eventually ceased. “They love to collect shiny things too, so if you do visit, I suggest not bringing anything they’d like to snag.” Her head tilted, vaguely, before her gaze seemed to return to the earth, stare swinging back to him at the mention of Sera’s talents.

“That sounds nice. She’s very clever.” As if it had been all her sibling’s notion, Lena already lending credit, despite not knowing if it had been one of Finn’s notions, or her sister’s. “Will you be adding more things onto your office?”

Another piece of cheese slid into her mouth, and she munched and thought at the semblances of luxere – of glowing antlers, of their ability to pierce through the dark. “They’re drawn to singing, and can repel dark magic. Beautiful and noble, really.” Didn’t they all wish they could repel the forces of those dastardly incantations? The notions that Finn himself wouldn’t be active if permitted his own time caused the lightest arch of her brow, but she kept the rest of her inquiries to herself.

And then the fold of less brightening discourse, the shuffling of her feet on the cobblestones, the way she hung her head to listen. “What if they don’t want to go along with the Order?” A neutral tone – as Sera worked amongst and amidst the very group – a set of nerves balancing precariously along her fingers, until she wrapped them tighter around her basket.
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Finn Rosencrantz


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FINN
the spyglass
"Noted," Finn says of the cloud wyrms with a little bit of a smirk, chewing thoughtfully on a bit of cheese as they stroll along together. The Celestine will be upon them in a few minutes, and the sun is still beaming down, so Finn takes as much of an opportunity as he can to enjoy the walk. His brow furrows at the suggestion of what he might do for his office, the Spyglass running a hand over the scruff on his chin, as if he hasn't really considered it (because he hasn't). "Maybe somewhere discreet to keep documents?"

His mind is snatched by the thought of luxere and the way they might suffice as a companion - besides a dragon, Lena is right in that there is hardly anything as suitable for StormBreak and its citizens. She distracts him from such a pleasant subject with further talk about his work, however, and Finn blinks a couple of times before glancing back to her. "Oh... well, if they don't want to come, they don't come," he says, as if it might have been obvious. "It is our job to be convincing, not to force. As if we even could."
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