Jun 09 13:53:36 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Kelley leans back and smiles as the little Inuit girl experiences the wonders of vanilla ice cream for the very first time - and apparently, enjoys it. "Yeah, it's called 'ice-cream'. I didn't know how else to describe it beyond a flavored snowball before, but now you see what I'm talking about. It's good, huh?" The extremely tall man bends down to spoon another bite into his mouth, happily letting it melt in his mouth. "Mmm, that's good stuff," he agrees. "Like I said, there are at *least* thirty-one flavors, probably more. You can get any kind you want here at the Silver Fork." He looks up as thunder crashes across the sky. "Look like you came in at just the right time." Looking over to Tornaq, he asks, "Does he ever go away? I mean, I've seen *much* stranger things, so he doesn't bother me, but other people could be a little put off by him. You know you're safe here. Nobody's going to hurt you. Not inside the Inn, anyway." He pauses, contemplating the bear for a moment, then shrugs and returns to his meal.
The small Inuit woman giggles softly, her dark eyes showing a sparkle of amusement within them, and then she gives a small nod. "It sounds to be a good description to me, though the texture... well, it is different than what just normal snow has... but, where I am from, there are many different types of snow, and I have seen a sort of snow that is almost the same," she says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. Yet in the wake of her words, she lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug, as though it really isn't important as to the different types of snow that happen to fall in her homeland. She ducks her chin a little, and then gives a small nod. "I like it, it's very good," she says softly, gathering up another spoonful of her ice cream to enjoy, letting it melt on her tongue before swallowing it. As the thunder rumbles, she gives a slight shiver before giving a small nod of agreement. "It seems the clouds are angry again, pushing each other across the sky," she says softly, then gives a little smile as she looks across the table to Dr. Kelley. She glances to Tornaq, following his look to the great white bear, and then she lightly shakes her head. "He does not go away, not unless I bid him to do so," she says quietly, tilting her head a little to one side, taking a moment to study the man with her. "I only bid him go when his life is in danger," she adds, speaking a little quieter, for this is something that she's not told anyone but those in her homeland. "I have heard of people being hurt, even inside of buildings... I do not know, though," she says thoughtfully.
Kelley nods thoughtfully. "It is true, that anything can happen inside of Kingsdale - and outside of Kingsdale. But at least inside of buildings, you are usually safe. Especially an establishment such as this one, which is highly patrolled and not very lucrative for violence in the first place." He nods toward Tornaq. "But I understand the link of a familiar to its owner - not owner per se, but I am at a loss for a better term. You are from the far north, yes? The Canada or even Alaskan territories perhaps? I have traveled those lands and know a little of its people. I have heard stories of the Inuit shaman. Quite revered. So one might ask the question - what is one doing in Kingsdale?" He scoops a lump of ice cream - with chocolate sauce - into his mouth and smiles as he allows it to melt before swallowing, then dabbing at the corners of his mouth with the linen napkin provided by the cafe. "I apologize if I am being too forward. As a scientist, I am naturally curious - overcurious, at times. Please stop me if I am being intrusive," Kelley smiles at the girl.
"In any city, there is the possibility for anything to happen. Or at least, this is what I have heard, and to a lesser degree, I have seen it happen as well," Monique says softly, her tone thoughtful in nature. The small woman's gaze turns towards Tornaq, her dark eyes holding respect and something more within them, for the great white bear is important to her... a part of her, it could even be said. A lingering moment passes where she is quiet, and then she brings her attention back to Dr. Kelley, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "A companion would be a good word for it... although... without each other, we would neither be as we are now," she muses, her tone thoughtful, the words perhaps cryptic in nature. "We are from the far north, yes... about as far north as one might venture and still have some earth beneath your feet, even if it is under a great layer of snow and ice," she says softly, ducking her chin a little bit. She sits at a table with Dr. Kelley, in the outdoor section of the cafe, both of them enjoying a dish of ice cream. Next to the table is a great white polar bear, sitting on his rump and simply looking protective, keeping an eye on things in the area. Were he standing, he would be very tall -- about five feet at the shoulder, possibly more. Monique nudges the ice cream a little bit in her bowl as she considers the question which has been asked of her, and she looks to Dr. Kelley through the veil of her lashes. "Sometimes, I wonder that myself... what it is that I am doing here. I do not know, in truth... it felt right to come here," she says quietly, her tone thoughtful in nature. Gathering a spoonful of the ice cream, she slips it into her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue even as she smiles at Dr. Kelley. "You are welcome to ask anything you like... I do not mind, and I do not mind your curiosity either," she adds, managing not to sound shy as she says that.
Kelley smiles. "I appreciate your openness, Monique. It is said that the Inuit shaman are magic users. What kind of powers do you have? Are the offensive, or defensive in nature? Perhaps the strength of Kingsdale's magic community is what drew you here." The man shrugs a little at his own comment, eyeing the bear with interest again. "Is he like a shifter's supernatural link? Or more like a warlock's elemental connection?"Tags:kelley, monique
