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[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Characters: sageofthewest & k0kka
Date: 2/20
Summary: Old ladies meeting.
Warnings: N/A

Another curse settled on the Garden... Paderau had barely managed to push herself back onto her feet after Echidna's mulct and already there were creatures running loose in the gardens again. It's disorienting, without her order there to stand beside her, it is a great deal of responsibility on her shoulders and she cannot shrink from it.

Still, she has not rushed out into battle this time, lingering around the necessities to keep the critters at bay, and to heal those who come in search of shelter.

She is not the only one with that idea it seems.

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[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Paderau gives a rueful little smile. She's been keeping her eye on Mahalia, heard bits and pieces here and there. She's got no problem with a formal introduction, but...

"Baby, I'm a servant. It'd be formal of me to tell you 'you need not trouble yourself with my name, I am but a humble warden' and if you insisted, I should tell you how touched I am that you care for my individuality in my service."

Her smile smile goes a little wider, running her hand back through her hair. "I don't think much of formalities though. So my name's Paderau, and you're pretty sparkly to me to, old lady. But I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

ahhh I lost this tag somehow ;o;

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

She smiles in return, one of her few genuine ones. " 'Sparkly'. I like that." Paderau's irreverence is charming, to say the least.

"It's nothing special. Just versatile." She extends a hand, palm up, an invitation. "It works better through contact."

It's another test in itself, what seems like it should be too trusting a move for someone she's barely met. Nothing harmful, just an opportunity to gauge reactions.

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Charming isn't the word everybody would use, but she has her fans. Yggdrasil thinks she's a riot, so does the Morrigan's warbird, and Abe had thought she was funny before he went on got himself killed. Paderau's happy with that fanclub, knows that no matter what guff comes out her mouth she's gonna do what's right at the end of the day.

Paderau offers out her hand easily. There's a little shrieking piece of her, shrill and insistent, that tells her she shouldn't, that she's already let too much danger work its way into her core. But... she trusts Dejana, that voice insists she shouldn't, but Paderau's gotten pretty damn used to going with her gut when it comes to people.

"Give it to me, baby." And Hell, irreverence is nice cover for uncertainty anyway.

[sageofthewest.livejournal.com]

Her hands are callused and scarred from hard labor, farm work. Honest enough hands. She grasps Paderau's lightly but firmly, letting her get a physical feel before anything else.

Then she shifts her power through her skin, something that's as natural as breathing to her now. Opens her connections, letting the warden decide where to go instead of forcing herself in. Communicating is so much easier for her this way, in direct thought-concepts instead of words or images. She lets them float on the surface, the important ones; how she can feel everything down to the smallest atom, how she's spent lifetimes memorizing the signature of every one. In order to sense them, know them, manipulate them. Skeletal and muscle structures of humans and animals, all preserved in perfect detail in her memory. She focuses on mending, rejoining, nurturing. She's known destruction in the past, and this is so much more worthwhile.

There is a deep sadness there, lying in a layer of ink underneath it all, but she pushes it away gently, as if to say pay it no heed. Not trying to cover it, though, since she has a feeling Paderau of all people should understand it. Longevity always comes with loss, constant and insatiable.