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Post by Boreas Aetai on Sept 12, 2010 22:17:02 GMT -5
Boreas shed his mortal form as he made his way to the office, he didn't prefer it and for this task the god form served him better. By default he wore his traditional long chiton and crown of holly. Every slight movement of his wings brought freezing air and frosted items too close.
As he touched Veronique's office door ice blossomed out from his hand encasing the door. He pushed it open gently and walked in casually stopping in front her desk he looked down at her. Frost started spreading from where his feet met the floor and snow slowly began to fall in the large office.
"Headmistress," He said in the voice of winter itself. " I have a proposition for you."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 12, 2010 22:32:13 GMT -5
"What is it?" Veronique snapped, not bothering to look up from her desk. Himmel, no doubt, or Smoke -- no one else would dare enter her office uninvited. "As you can see, I'm quite busy..."
The air chilled suddenly, and a thin layer of frost crept across the headmistress' desk, covering the screen of her laptop. She frowned, glancing up at the intruder.
"Who dares--" She stopped, her irritation fading slightly at the sight of the student.
"Boreas," she said flatly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Post by Boreas Aetai on Sept 12, 2010 22:48:39 GMT -5
Boreas flashed a smile "The pleasure is mine headmistriss, and as I stated I have an idea for you." The floor crackled as he stepped closer, already there was a light dusting of snow covering her desk and floor.
He put one of his hands behind his back as he spoke. "You see, I have an image to maintain and you don't really want to go to another dance alone. And I imagine we'd both like to see Notos show a little bit of shock for once."
Boreas watched her carefully a moment and then bowed gracefully, as he drew himself up he asked with as much charm as he could muster " Madame Veronique Poulain, would you be so kind to grant me your accompaniment to the Prom this Spring?" He brought out his hand from behind his back, in his palm flapped a blue purple ice butterfly. He raised his palm slightly and it drifted to her waiting for her to put out her hand. "It would honor me greatly."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 12, 2010 23:04:43 GMT -5
"So eager to upstage your brother, are you?" she replied softly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.
Veronique opened her palm to receive the butterfly, turning it over in her hand and letting the light glint off the wings. Satisfied, she placed it on the edge of her desk, directly opposite the first butterfly Boreas had given her on the cold January day he came.
"Still, I suppose I could entertain the notion," she mused, sweeping a soft dusting of snow off a stack of papers and into the floor.
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