[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Aaron Corrion]

> > Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
> > Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
> > At St. Bridgett's, after 1 a.m.

 Tom wasn't used to relaxing around people; in his lifetim, he'd only really
met three other mages, and he'd only really KNOWN one of them. So, to him at
least, what he did was a big deal- still cradling his ferret in one arm, he
took his other hand and slid his glasses up so they were resting on top of
his head, revealing his eyes, which were bright enough to give his face a
bit of a reddish cast.
 "Devoirs. It's, like, what you owe. Like... someone taught everyone, at
some point. Well, almost everyone. So it's kinda like a favour you've gotta
repay."
 Tom's mind shifted, as it tended to, to topics of much more interest to
him.
 "Think of it like the rings of a tree, Christine. We're on the center
ring... maybe... but there's are all the other ones. And like, as with two
wheels of different sizes, the bigger the ring the longer it takes for a
whole turn to go by, that's how we ended up with all those cautionary tales
about faeries. I think the faerie thing might just be a metaphor, because
I've never seen one of THOSE. But who knows, right?"

Tom shakes his head for a moment, scritching his sleeping ferret's neck. He
then thinks about what Father Bellamy has just said; "You might be right,
Father. I've never tried feeling out a... node... before. This is the first
time I've been at one. Wa... uh, my friend told me some things about them,
though."
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