westfallcorndog | Happy Birthday, Viatorus!

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amelia,
viatorus

Happy Birthday, Viatorus!

Invitations to this party have been written in neatly legible, semi-calligraphic font, hand-crafted with care and talent by Amelia Ronsam. Harrowheart has asked that she create a few more than necessary on the off-chance anyone lost theirs and was liberal in handing them out.

The room mentioned on the card is easy to find with a map of the aquarium: In the Earth wing, past a long series of exhibits, and through a glass hallway over which the water rests and the fish are free to swim. The corridor ends in a dome-shaped room spacious enough for a party of a few dozen.

The meeting space, like the hallway, is composed entirely of glass walls around which a vibrant array of Earth’s tropical fish drift through bright blue waters. Now and then they dart in odd directions, flashing their gem-like scales as their school is disturbed by the passing of a sea turtle or the flowing wings of a manta ray. Far, far in the distance are the silhouettes of whales that, on rare occasion, shadow the dome as they pass between the party and the far-off source of light above the water. Simpler creatures crawl through the coral just on the other side of the glass: crabs and minnows tease at algae, grinning eels poke shyly from their dark crevices, and anemones dance with the motion of the flowing seawater. The only thing to break the immersion of the scene are the mermaid attendants, glimpses of whom can be caught as they feed the fish while trying their best to stay professionally unnoticed.

Outside the glass is the beauty, but inside is the party! There are bubbly balloon letters hung from the ceiling reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Green streamers dangle from the ceiling like kelp, and someone's even set up a motorized shark balloon to swim through the air. Set up against one rounded wall are two buffet tables of food laid out. Stacks of cheese-stuffed fried peppers, fried chicken, grilled corn cobs, a kind of savory pork stew, something resembling black crab legs that’s been labeled ‘Duskwood Land Crab,’ a fruit and vegetable platter, a single pizza for the guests to fight over, and for the English Birthday Boy, cucumber sandwiches. Drinks are a bowl of punch and a keg of water. Looks like this aquarium party is a dry one. The sweets are cookies and hard candies laid atop a pile of pink candy floss. Then, of course, there is the cake: One large sheet cake of marbled chocolate and vanilla iced with buttercream frosting. On top there rests a little gingerbread man with black icing hair sleeping soundly atop a little frosted bed, a red smile on his face. Four tall candles make the posts of the bed. An unsteady hand has piped along the side ‘Happy Birthday Viatorus!’

Two people beat the crowd to enjoy this quiet afternoon retreat. Harrowheart, who sits at one of the tables in the middle and watches the passing of the fish, is dressed for the tropics. He’s bought himself a Hawaiian shirt to go over a pink tank with a pair of palm trees on the front, and of course he’s wearing his usual cargo shorts and tan work boots. ~~Any rumors of pajama dress code were greatly exaggerated.~~ With him is Amelia, whose garb for the evening is much more demure than her usual. The first sign is her lack of ~~visible~~ weapons. The second is the combination of dark navy jeans and black blouse. Her hair is tied back in a simple braid and the hair pin she's always been so fond of is nowhere to be seen.

((If you'd like to greet the host and/or hostess or remark on your character's entry, feel free to tag this post. Otherwise, try the Gift-Giving or Free Mingle subsections: Viatorus will accept gifts and well-wishings in the Gift-Giving section, and threadhopping will be with OOC permission. Free Mingle will be a threadhopping-encouraged area for party-goers to interact with each other. Meet new characters, talk about fish, fight about who gets to eat the pizza.))

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Amelia won't leave the guest of honor fidgeting alone for long. She smiles softly as she approaches and then motions to all the decorations set up in front of the aquarium glass. "What do you think? It's not too much, is it?"

"Oh no, it's lovely," he assures her happily, rocking on his heels slightly as he looks around. He waves a palm at the streamers. "I like that." Then he spots the motorised shark and laughs. "And that!"

"Most of it was Harrow's idea. I'm afraid all I did was buy supplies and hire others to do the heavy lifting." She laughs softly and turns her attention to the scene beyond the glass. "This place is..." Her lips purse in thought for a moment before she shakes her head at the only word she can think of for the moment, a small smile on her lips. "Magical."

He almost goes to put a hand on her shoulder, but catches himself and folds his hands in front of him instead, still with a wide and happy smile. "Every bit of help is important. I'm sure Harrowheart appreciated having someone to help him too."

His smile widens a touch then as he looks around. "It really is. Have you ever seen such a place? It's magnificent."

She notices the catch, but doesn't mention it. It's probably better this way, for both of them.

"I never knew such a place could exist until Harrow mentioned the idea. To get even a glimpse of what's below the surface of a sea, let alone to walk along it, is amazing." She smiles and motions to ocean-bottom view around them. "Who would have thought I'd ever have a chance to see such a sight? I suppose, in a way, I have you to thank for that." There's a wink at the end of that statement for him. Finally, some light teasing. Perhaps things are getting better between them.

Viatorus squirms, happy but shy at the wink, and then looks around again. "It is a marvel." Suddenly he turns his grinning back to Amelia. "Do you like the sea? Or fish? Or swimming?"

Talk of her home means her smile takes on a sad hint, but his obvious excitement is too overpowering for her to really feel the sadness. "Masarra is a port town. I've loved the sea since before I knew it was there. Sailing the sea is such a powerful thing. Had my family not been so settled in the city, I might have considered being a sailor." She can't help but laugh at that. Amelia? A sailor? What a funny thought that is. "I did learn to swim a long time ago, but I haven't for quite some time. My duties kept me busy. And I like fish, but I never knew they could be as colorful or varied as all of this." She carefully gestures to a small patch of coral, where at least a dozen different kinds of fish can be seen swimming around.

"How amazing this all is," she murmurs, "and I'm grateful for the chance to have seen it."

"To be seeing it," Viatorus corrects with a friendly grin. "You're still here. You can enjoy it for another while yet."

Spurred on by his excitement, he half-skips closer to the glass until he can touch it and stare at the coral Amelia noticed. He beckons her to come over, folding his hands behind his back as he looks out at it.

"Which is your favourite?" he'll ask when she gets near.

Her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink at the admonishment. "Very true."

She manages to keep from laughing as she comes up next to him, but it's easy to see it in her smile. "I like some of the little brightly colored ones, but I could hardly pick a favorite. They almost look like they're made of colored glass and it's beautiful." Turning her attention away from the coral, she looks out of the corner eye at him with a raised eyebrow. "What about you? What's your favorite?"

"Coloured glass!" He turns from Amelia to examine the fish again. "Yes! What a wonderful comparison!"

Her question, however gets a light, but extremely thoughtful hum. "I'm not sure. There's so many. They're all wonderful in different ways." After a bit of peering he points to something smaller pottering about the coral. "I like him. He looks friendly, and interesting."

"I wonder what else is in there that we can't see," she murmurs, stepping a little closer to the glass. It won't help her get a better look, but she thinks it's worth the try anyway. "I've seen other... things swimming around, but I don't know what they are. In fact, I could've sworn I saw a woman swimming around in there earlier, but... that's not possible, is it?"

"I think almost anything is possible in the Nexus," Viatorus tells her with a quiet certainty. There's more than a little awe in his eyes though. Moving in a little closer he admits, "I almost wish I could go in there myself to explore what else is there."

"So why don't you?" The corner of her lip tugs upward into a smirk. "I'm sure we could arrange for it. It is your birthday party, after all." Always an enabler.

His head spins so that he can blink at her, a little pink rising to his cheeks. "Oh, uh, I... I didn't pack swimming trunks..."

Her lips draw into a line as she tries to suppress the impending laughter. "I'm certain we could find a pair for purchase if you're really keen on the idea."

Nope, she can't hold in that laughter any longer. She actually has to turn away from him so she doesn't feel quite so foolish for losing all composure. It's such a silly thing to laugh at, but his answer was just so... straightforward.

"I'm sorry," she says after she manages a breath. "I didn't mean to make you so flustered. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken my teasing quite so far. Forgive me?" She looks back at him with a sheepish smile, still having to fight to keep from laughing again.

He gapes uselessly when she suggests that they could find him some. His eyes flicker between the deep water and Amelia as he imagines everyone being able to watch him like the fish in the tank. Perhaps it's the recent lesson in empathy, but he feels himself getting pre-emptively self conscious.

Amelia's laughter startles him ever so slightly and confuses him at first, but then she points out that she was joking and he relaxes into a relieved breathless laugh. "Of course, of course. No, I..." He rubs the back of his head. "It just surprised me. That's all."

This line she walks is a lot harder to follow than she thought. She frowns and bows her head slightly in response. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Smooth, Amelia. Real smooth. Always taking it one step too far.

Now it's her turn to look uncomfortable as she focuses back on the scene beyond the glass. "I'm glad you like all of this," she says softly. "I've been so worried that you wouldn't like some parts." Wouldn't like her being here, is what she really means to say, but she doesn't exactly want to draw attention to that. "But let me know if you want anything changed, all right? Anything you like, I'll make it happen." She gives him a slightly nervous, but honest, smile finally.

"You didn't... didn't make me uncomfortable," he tries to assure her. What he should really say is that he gets uncomfortable about a lot of things so she shouldn't worry too much, but that's not how polite conversations generally go.

"Oh, no, it's..." He looks around and smiles again. "It's all perfect. I wouldn't change a thing."

That gets him a slightly more confident smile and a nod. "I'm glad to hear that." Not that she's going to relax now that she knows that, but it does help to hear that he likes the party they put together for him.

She looks around quickly and, after making sure everyone is otherwise occupied, gives him a very quick peck on the cheek. Her cheeks are a light shade of pink when she pulls back and smiles at him. "Happy birthday, Viatorus."

He only looks surprised for a heartbeat, but then he smiles and ducks his head to hide the red in his own cheeks, shuffling his feet before he looks at her, trying to regain a gentlemanly appearance. "Thank you, Amelia."

It's tricky to find the balance between cold and respectfully distant after the kiss, so he opts to change the subject just slightly. Offer an alternative thought. "I shall have to visit the beach soon after this. Now that the days should be getting warmer. Would you like to come?"

Warmer weather. Oh. Right.Spring.

The thought catches her off guard and her face pales. "That sounds lovely," she manages after a moment. "I'd enjoy that."

If she can't stop Spring from coming, that is.

"I'm afraid I have nothing to wear though." Another distracting thought, one to hopefully draw her away from darker ones.

Ladies' beach clothes. That... sounds like he could accidentally make a multitude of potentially inappropriate comments regarding that. So he bites his lower lip before offering, "I could ask Isidor to take you shopping for something. She knows everything about what's best to wear and when."

Amelia doesn't know anything about bathing suits, so Viatorus is safe on that account. "That would be very kind of her and I'd appreciate that. Thank you." There's going to be a whole lot of 'nope' going on when she realizes how much skin is exposed with modern swimwear. For now, though, she forces a small smile for him in a vain attempt to lighten her mood. "I do like the idea of going swimming again. It's been... many years since I've gone."

The happy nostalgia is a good thing to see for a change. Since it's so easy to remind Amelia of things to miss. At least this is something she can do here too.

"What is it like?" He asks suddenly. "Swimming without magic?"

She blinks at the question and hesitates before answering. How does one describe something that they just do? "I guess it's... kind of like dancing in the water," she manages after a moment. "And a bit like handling a blade as well. The movements are simple, but there's a grace and power required to do it. It can be a symbiotic relationship or it can be a tumultuous one - it all depends on the tides and whether you're willing to listen to them."

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