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bitterguardian) wrote2012-01-12 01:33 pm
bitterguardian) wrote2012-01-12 01:33 pm
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Crashing a (tea) party
It's funny how quickly Balthazar and Horvath have become fast friends again. They were almost brothers, once upon a time, and without the nasty complication of being on opposite sides, or Balthazar being insane, they've fallen straight back into old ways.
So it's not all that unusual for Horvath to be visiting the Arcana Cabana, leaning casually against a counter and playing with a little stone statue of a bird while Balthazar rummages in a stack of cardboard boxes nearby, regaling him with stories of his travels, punctuated by the occasional sneeze from the dust he's stirring up. Horvath's hat and coat are still on, but only because he's just gotten there a few minutes ago, and they haven't moved to the back room for tea yet. Both the old sorcerers are looking forward to a peaceful afternoon of nostalgia, tea, and cookies.
So it's not all that unusual for Horvath to be visiting the Arcana Cabana, leaning casually against a counter and playing with a little stone statue of a bird while Balthazar rummages in a stack of cardboard boxes nearby, regaling him with stories of his travels, punctuated by the occasional sneeze from the dust he's stirring up. Horvath's hat and coat are still on, but only because he's just gotten there a few minutes ago, and they haven't moved to the back room for tea yet. Both the old sorcerers are looking forward to a peaceful afternoon of nostalgia, tea, and cookies.
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"I don't even like shrimp." Dave shudders at the thought. He's not a seafood kinda guy. He doesn't even like going in the ocean, let alone taking things out and eating them...
But, we digress.
He notes the look on Horvath's face, and some guilt pangs deep in his chest. "I'm sorry. It's—yeah, it's that. Him. Not you."
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"Yes, I've... gathered. The version of me in this world is much the same as what you know, I believe. Balthazar's told me he's safely locked away in the Grimhold for the time being." His gaze drops, and he focuses on the dragonheaded cane. There's no talisman there, it's a necessary crutch, rather than a weapon.
"I can't say I don't understand why he'd be bitter. So am I. But my responsibility and love for my fellow apprentices was stronger than that, and always will be. He has much to answer to for betraying that. Balthazar and Veronica were my family."