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removethewallinourhearts:
@onceuponatroll @dente-avvelenato @mr-puffinwhisperer @potatisgris
While Edelō was settling into his room upstairs and presumably changing his grimy clothes, the entourage around the usual booth remained solemn. Romano cleaned the tables with an unusually pronounced frown, even for him. Berwald had barely touched his fresh baked cinnamon bun. Gilbert eyed the seat next to his and swiped it carefully, even though there was no dust nor crumbs upon it. It was Eiki’s seat. The Invisible Man himself had yet to arrive at the café after his many morning chores, but he’d undoubtedly be agitated about the situation at hand as well.
Gilbert was no different. As much as his educational needs could benefit from the visit of this stranger, he was more than aware of the possible danger the man could bring to the village and its people. The situation would require an emergency family meeting, undoubtedly to be held right here in the café in the death of the night, safe from the spying ears of outsiders. Preferably as soon as possible. Perhaps tonight. The young witch exchanged a peculiar look with Berwald and Romano. His purple stained face crunched up when he whispered;
“I sense strong magic in him. How should we proceed?”
@onceuponatroll @removethewallinourhearts, @mr-puffinwhisperer @potatisgris
Romano was trying to figure Edelō out as he cleaned the tables, not an easy job with one burnt hand, he could tell that they had lied about something, but he wasn’t sure what. Probably who they really were; most of the new arrivals to the village have done that at least once. But then his, ridiculously annoying and slightly unreliable, Sight was also telling him that some how he was linked to Eiki. Which was definitely new and would at least make things interesting when they joined the rest of them.
Catching Gilbert’s look, he understood that they were nervous about the new arrival; it wasn’t often that people arrived at their village and it always took a while for new people to be trusted. “We should be careful until we know more about them and why they’re here.” He suggested, he might have let Edelō move into the room above his shop but that didn’t mean he completely trusted them yet. He probably wouldn’t until he knew what they were lying about and why.
As a farmer, Eiríkur woke up at the crack of dawn. His home and fields were concealed in the depths of the forest, appearing as nothing more than a large mossy rock and an empty clearing to mortal eyes, unless he decided to break the spell on a case by case basis. The Hidden Man had always been a bit of a recluse and other than for his little group of friends, he rarely interacted with the other villagers and saw no reason to enable their interactions with him. His natural-born skills with invisibility and illusions (and curses, though he didn’t like relying on those), no-one had even known that he’d moved to the village for many, many years. That is until a mortal child had encountered him in the forest when he was sick and his grasp on his invisibility had faltered for just a moment.
After tending to his farm and animals, Eiríkur made his way to the café through the forest and the village plaza. With him he carried a basket of fresh eggs - he always paid his upkeep at Romano’s with his produce rather than common or magical favours. As he stepped through the grassy areas and cobblestone, he kept himself unseen, and other than for the slight indents and dewless blades he left in his wake, not a soul could tell where he went. There was also a bell above the door that usually jingled for whoever came in the café but Eiríkur could easily throw a quick spell to muffle its sound. Nevertheless, no-one seemed to pay attention to the door quietly opening on its own, engrossed as they were in conversation around their usual table. It was quite curious indeed.
Unable to resist the temptation, he made a bit of a show materialising his basket on a table nearby, pulling off the spell hiding it from view as he released it from his fingers. He then stepped quietly as he could over to his friends and took the seat that Gilbert (bless him) had carefully guarded for him, letting the invisibility spell covering him vanish as well. Doing it quickly and making himself ‘pop’ into appearance always got the best reactions from his friends so that’s what he did this time as well. As nonchalantly as he could, he leant back in his seat and grinned. “So, what do we have on the table today?”
All thoughts of what Edelō may be hiding disappeared straight from Romano’s mind the moment Eirikur appeared at the table; causing him to jump and hit his burnt hand on a chair. Romano will deny that he screamed just as much as he denies that he screams every time the Hidden Man does the same thing; it was a pointless thing to do since everyone would’ve been able to hear him, he wasn’t exactly quiet. Cradling his painful hand to his chest he sent them his deadliest glare, “I hate you so much, I hope you know that.”