[COMPLETE] In Absinthia

[unionjackoff]

Who: England, Saber
When: Monday, September 19, early afternoon
Where: around Queen of Cups (the potions store)
What: A loyal servant meets her lord, and a lord meets his loyal boss.
Warnings: probably pg, nothing bad except for gratuitous angst


It had occurred to England that morning that, although he had been on the island for a long time, he had done very little exploring. Usually when he tried to go out, his legs would carry him to the edge of the forest, and he would frantically pace back and forth in front of it, watching it longingly, before Prussia or someone else had to forcefully drag him away. Today, England wanted to focus on going somewhere else. He wanted to know if there were places on Arcanarum that could actually help him in his quest to get back home.

He found the shopping district on his own, and he explored the fresh market first. That reminded him of his home, so he lingered there for at least forty-five minutes before deciding he should move on. It was getting cooler, anyway, and it looked as though a lot of the people were thinking about packing up. The wind blew against England and he searched for a shop where he could go inside and take shelter.

What caught his interest first was a potions shop. Brilliant! It had been a while since he'd been able to use his own magic, but at least he could still mess around with spells. He smirked to himself in victory before heading inside.

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[everdistant_utopia]

That, Saber had to admit, was a little strange by her standards. Witches were common enough, but whatever magic they possessed was minor compared to sorcerers or, in modern terms, magi. It was a strange thing to be called if one's magic was of the formal kind, and her confusion reflected on her face for a brief moment before returning to the passive mask.

However, the next part was much more familiar. "I see. yes, that is the usual method for summoning. Servants such as myself are summoned through a relatively simple ritual and circle, though lesser familiars do not even need so much as even that. Potions, I imagine, are used for healing or the creation of artificial beings."

With a slight nod, Saber continued. "I am most glad to hear that, sir. My own seem to be limited in incomprehensible ways."

[unionjackoff]

England had lived during the Middle Ages, and he had been tortured enough. He'd always had to keep his magic practicing a secret. He gently tossed up the bottle and caught it in his hand again, moving to the apothecary, but still conversing with the young woman.

"You're a servant?" he inquired, completely ignoring the rest of Saber's words. "What did you do?"