Dome Sweet Dome

[tongueamok]

Who: Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok), OPEN
What: It's a log for the folks who expressed interest in Carlisle's latest gardening project! In short, he made a stupid dome of magic to protect the only two gardens he cares about, and is feeling very good about himself. Make him regret his hubris.
Where: Park
When: November 21st - early December
Warnings: Nothing yet! Heads up for anyone who has met him, but hasn't seen him in the past month: he's a lot more colorful now.


As the days without the gods add up and the city grows colder without power, there may be less and less people braving the outdoors. However, any of those who happen to wander in the vicinity of the park -- or what remains of it, as most of the trees have been removed -- might notice something odd: there are two, translucent domes covering a portion of it, their walls illuminated with a magical energy. Upon closer inspection, one can see the vague shapes of archways and leaves behind these glowing, blue barriers; they're connected to the ground via a stone curb, so any visitors might want to watch their step.

But should someone trip and fall into either dome, they'll find the walls won't keep them out -- they'll slip right through with only a tingling sensation, much like the shock of static, to accompany their passage, the magic wall remaining whole behind them. Within one dome is the memorial park, its various markers and tributes to those who have disappeared from Hadriel protected from the elements beyond the barrier; within the other is a garden, its rows of shrubs, vines, and greenery kept at a comfortable temperature within the magical ward.

And on most days, near the cottage at the center of said garden, one may find the man who conjured these domes, Carlisle Longinmouth. Sometimes, he's pruning away at the twitching, ivy-like vines of his coilers, tossing the trimmings to his pet, Rabbit. At other times, he's knelt near the barrier himself, inspecting the integrity of his magical walls. On more than one occasion, he may be over near a patch of dirt walled off with stones, within it the stalks of still-growing barley. Wherever he may be, there is one constant: he's generally not thrilled to find he has company.

Comments

[lemontree]

"To protect the plants..." Easy enough to understand, though she has no magic of her own. Dany nods vaguely, glancing back at the barrier before turning again to Carlisle. Clearly this man is cold - and rightfully so - but she doesn't plan to keep him for long.

"Is it possible to cast this sort of thing on a much smaller scale?"

He doesn't know her and owes her nothing, but she can't help but find herself fretting just a bit about the tiny garden she's been nurturing to this point.

[tongueamok]

"Is—" Disbelief crosses him for a fraction of a second before the corner of his mouth curls in a subdued, but prideful grin.

"Of course it is," he answers, closing his journal, taking it with him as he gets to his feet. "If I could manage to build an abjuration ward large enough to contain my entire garden, then one on a smaller scale would require but a fraction of its power and construction. I will admit that this one contains the energies needed to maintain the barrier better than I anticipated, but I was certain that with enough experimentation, I would be able to figure out something that would work, lest my plants freeze to death in this new world the false gods have brought us to. Or suffocate in the jungle. Some of them require a very fair temperature to survive, you see."

That smug grin fades in favor of a more nervous one as he suddenly remembers his manners. "Ah, forgive me. I am Carlisle Longinmouth, and I will one day remember to introduce myself properly before rattling on about my plants. Aheh."

[lemontree]

'Longinmouth' nearly draws a laugh, considering his...speech, but she settles for an amused half-smile.

"I am Daenerys Targaryen." She commits his name to memory, along with a few details that she notes in this meeting thus far. "I can see that you are...passionate about these wards."

He's clearly intelligent, and a man possessed of more than a few abilities. Magical, technological...or both, as she's realizing is the case in many instances within Hadriel.

"I have a small garden of my own, and - it's not important to the city, but I would like to keep it from being destroyed, if that is as easy as you say. I would be happy to trade something in exchange for your help."

[tongueamok]

'Passionate' is certainly one way to describe him. He is, unfortunately, not nearly as enthused by the idea of extending his efforts beyond his little world.

"Well, the ward itself is the easy part," he starts with a sheepish glance, "now that I have honed the glyphs for it. The actual construction is more difficult, depending on the size and shape of the area it would need to cover, as it requires quite a bit of stone-melding for the barrier."

And if there is anyone who doesn't look like he's fit to carry a bunch of rocks from one place to another, it's this guy right here.

[lemontree]

"I see." So, it's impossible, or so she assumes based on what he's said. "It's very small, but I have no experience with stone-melding. I'm afraid I won't be of much help."

It's all right, though. She can always start a new garden when they are in a more hospitable environment.

"Thank you for your time," the young queen offers, beginning to gather herself up. "I wish you good luck with your wards and similar efforts."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle gives her a puzzled look as she gathers herself up. "Er, of course. Thank you."

He then tries to return to his notes, fighting the guilt at the back of his mind. But you won't do it for the plants, that obnoxious elf had said. But what has she ever done to you? he'd said. His inaction toward the rest of the city wasn't what others had done to him -- okay, it was, in part, though the one who had destroyed his original garden was long gone -- but it was primarily about managing his energies, being careful to provide for only what he needed, and yes, his goddess would think better of someone who served her through serving others, as any and all souls returned to the cycle were to her benefit, and it isn't as though he doesn't have ample energy now with what he was able to siphon off his lover but that presents an entirely different moral quandary that he's not sure he really wants to consider at this moment given everything else that—

"I cannot move the stones myself," he blurts out, bringing his runaway train of thought to a halt. "I- I can meld them together, as I did these on my own, but I haven't the physical endurance for the initial construction."

[lemontree]

Oh. She slows to a stop, surprised that he speaks suddenly.

"...Do you mean to say that you could do it, if someone else were to move the stones?" Could Jon handle that, maybe? Or...Nate, now that she thinks on it. "I think that I could find someone to help, if that is the case."

The little light of hope that she might get to keep this garden project reignites. Dany offers a small smile, hands clasped at her front.

"Thank you."