The Roof, Monday Morning

[cracksmostly]

So. Merrill had discovered the roof, and more relevant to her interests, the rooftop garden. This had been entirely by accident, as she'd been trying to get from her dorm room to the preserve at the time, and don't ask how exactly point A led to point C by way of missing point B because she'd been a little too lost in her thoughts at the time and certainly wouldn't be able to tell you. It was fine, though, since tending the spiky little plants was a job that appealed to her. It'd worked out well as far as she was concerned.

Having finished with that, she settled down near the edge of the roof, not too far away from the garden. It wasn't the same as being out in the preserve, but still quieter up here than in the dorms.

Somehow, at some point in the last week or so and equally by accident, she had also managed to find the library -- that accounted for the small stack of books beside her. They were all supposed to pertain to elven history, but whether she'd find anything useful in them was entirely up in the air -- so far none of them seemed to be the elven history of her world. She was determined to go through all of them thoroughly, though, and then when she was done she'd turn them in and check out a few more, and so on.

Safe to say that, ever since she'd met that Witch of the Wilds at the party a few weekends back, she was just a little tiny bit obsessed with the idea of finding and restoring an eluvian. It was her duty to preserve and recover what she could of the elves' lost culture, and this? This would definitely count.

[OOC: Open? Definitely open.]

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[not_every_mage]

Anders nodded vigorously. "I wasn't even thinking about that, but now that I have, I made myself sad."

Too damn many of them had been locked up some way or other for his tastes. (Really, one would have been too many.) He glanced off toward the horizon.

"I hope that wasn't it. Maybe someone just liked being up near the birds."

[good_for_six]

"Or they were the type of person to look at a roof and say, you know what this needs, adorable spiky plants," Isabela said and sighed. "Let's talk about something else, like the fact someone got a sex exile from his room. Sexiled?"

Welcome to Isabela's favourite way of avoiding depressing subjects. You were going to get very used to it in the future.

[not_every_mage]

Anders wrinkled his nose, but it was an appreciative kind of feigned disgust. "Someone lives with Dante now," he explained. "Have you met him yet? He's -- well. You would probably like him."

As would Anders, if he were single and/or didn't have to live with the consequences of sexiling. As it was, Dante mainly made him sigh and miss Rapunzel.

[good_for_six]

"We met at that student council thing." If you could call making vague and undefined plans for a hook-up without actually talking to each other meeting. "But we haven't gotten to really know each other yet."

Yeah, at least one of your future sexilings was going to be her fault. Sorry about that.

[not_every_mage]

"I'm sure you'll get around to it soon enough," Anders said, resigned to the sexiling. Some things were just inevitable. "Oh, and congratulations on the student council bit. I always like a pirate in power. Can you let me know if you find out why they sprinkle glitter on everything?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela would respect that resignation by making an effort not to accidentally have sex on his bed. It was the little things.

"They haven't shared that secret with us yet," she told him. "But it certainly makes things pretty."

[not_every_mage]

And for the kindness about his bed, Anders would give her an extra thorough demonstration of his electricity trick should the occasion arise. He was generous like that.

"It does, I just wish the prettiness didn't last quite so long," Anders complained, scruffing a hand over his chin. "Every time they hold a dance, I'm picking glitter out of my hair for the next week."

[good_for_six]

Oh, the bondage bonding they would do over the Lay Warden.

Isabela waggled her eyebrows. "Just out of your hair?"

[not_every_mage]

"Depends on how much fun I had at the dance, doesn't it?" Anders returned, with an eyebrow waggle of his own.

[good_for_six]

"Though the real fun after you leave them." See hook-ups, Bellamy.