Theme: Mage
Disclaimer: None of this is mine.
Characters: Voyeuristic!Volke, Ike, Bastian, Ilyana, Soren, Pelleas, Tormod, Nephenee, Calil, Sanaki, Oliver
Volke observed others. It was his job to, that is what Ike and Bastian paid him to do while he traveled with them. Of all the people he had seen, one group of people stood out from the others.
Mages, Volke decided, were strange, strange creatures.
His employer, Bastian, was a prime example. The man spoke as if he lived in a play, and accosted poor Lucia daily.
One night, Ilyana had stolen Soren's lamb shank, accosted Zihark for more food, and then attempted to eat Mia's foot.
Soren, while Ilyana was busily munching his food, was staring moodily off into space, occasionally breaking his meditation in order to snap at some offensive bystander who had invaded his territory.
Pelleas, on the other hand, was Soren's perfect counterpart, meekly apologizing to anybody whom he thought he had offended with his presence.
Tormod, meanwhile, was admonishing Rolf for growing taller than him.
Calil, having a nice break from Tormod pestering her to teach him magic, was off bragging about her beauty and trying to teach Nephenee how to speak. Why she was doing this, even Volke could not tell because in his opinion, Nephenee spoke just fine.
Sanaki was probably the most normal of them all, Volke decided, even if she was a thirteen-year-old ruler of the largest country in Tellius, and treated Naesala like a personal mount.
All of them combined, however, could not match the Duke Tanas, Oliver, for his strangeness. All of the herons had long since learned to flee the area when they heard his mammoth footsteps coming, and he even cowed Micaiah a little with his enthusiasm for her silvery hair.
"Good morn, man of the shadows, thief of the night! What news have thee for me?" Bastian greeted Volke, interrupting his reverie.
"You keep company with strange, strange people," Volke commented simply, before slinking away.