Cori: *plods her way into the Chantry, parking the dogs in the room she picked out. with food. on a sheet spread onto the floor. she knows her boys well......and with a cheerful ear-ruffle, heads toward the "dragon's room", humming to herself*

Cori: *knocks softly on the door--wouldn't do to wake him up by just waltzing in, after all. or bug him if he's, like, doing a facial. do dragons give themselves facials? the thought makes her grin widely*

Sebastien: The node room is, as always, enormous, encompassing most of the area between the circling, conjoining hallways. A feeling of renewal and calm fills the room...which is probably good. One should be calm when they meet an enormous dragon.

Cori: *slips inside and wanders toward the middle of the room. as far as one can, of course. dragons are big. taking a deep breath as the sense of the room makes her relax*

Cori: evening, Sebastian. *quietly, but cheerfully, as she folds her long legs underneath herself. meditation isn't her forte, but it just feels good to settle down and relax in here*

Sebastien: He lifts his head and looks at Cori, yawning. "Hello, Cori," he intones in his deep, highly cultured voice.

Cori: *grins cheerfully* how're you doing? *tilts her bright head* d'you ever get bored being in here?

Sebastien: He considers the first question a moment, and shrugs a bit. "I am well enough. And to answer your second question, I do get bored sometimes...and when I do, I do make short trips throughout the various realms of the Tellurian. It keeps me interested for a while."

Cori: *perks up* now that, i kinda wish i could do. mebbe sometime i'll learn it--as it is, i'm fairly much a jill-of-all-trades. or most. *grins ruefully* what's it like, there? d'you look like you do right now? *can't keep that still for long, peace or no. shifts to get at a pocket. a bit of wire, coiled neatly. that works. she begins to weave it, loosening the coil up to free the stuff*

Sebastien: "In the Umbra? Yes, I look as I do now." He lays his head on the ground, watching her with enormous yellow eyes. "The Umbra is a fascinating place. Much more varied then the metreial world you wizards inhabit. You should go see it sometime, if getting there doesn't damage you severely, like it does most."

Cori: mmm, therein lies the rub. getting there, and getting back, without getting mauled in the process. *wry grin* i wonder if someone i kinda know might could help with that, and what i'd need to offer. *cheerful about that* no, not hitting you up, by the way. *chuckles softly, forming the wire into a delicate, miniscule basket* stories say dragons like to collect stuff. you like jewelery and stuff, too? *bites her tonguetip as she carefully eases the wore through a tiny hole*

Sebastien: "I do collect things, from time to time." He nods, and looks over to a portable CD player he has at the side of the room. "That was given me by a wizard who used to be here. I quite enjoy it."

Cori: *blinks at it, and grins* what kinda tunes do you like? i love music. i won't sing for you, though. unless you enjoy someone who can make people leave a karaoke bar.

Cori: *finishes off the tiny basket. just big enough to fit the tip of her thumb inside. it's a fragile thing, easily crushed. fine wire has that tendency sometimes*

Sebastien: "No, the music I have would be quite fine, thank you." He smiles, politely enough. "I am a fan, actually, of sounds, rather then music itself. Mature sounds, things like that."

Cori: *laughs merrily* good call. i'm as lovely as i am a singer, you see. *big brown eyes twinkling* so...you like those CDs with, say, ocean sounds, or whalesong? or rainforest, whatever? that's cool. *offers him the tiny basket, if he wants it. or not--no skin off her long nose either way* i like woods sounds.

Sebastien: "Wood sounds are enjoyable, yes." He smiles a little bit. "I rather prefer the ocean sounds...it reminds me of simpler times. More peaceful times."

Cori: *nods* ocean sounds do rock. i like woods sounds, because i have a particular fondness for lots of trees. *chuckles* and the beasties what live among them. *eyes the dragon* i bet you have a ton of stories locked up in yer head. prolly awesome ones, even if they seem commonplace to you personally.

Sebastien: "I would imagine so, yes. I am not that old by my standards, but still quite a bit more then I would imagine the average human. So I have a few stories."

Cori: *grins widley* not problem doing it. i need to start spending more time around here--i'm set so far as outside goes, i think. what kinda stuff you want me to bring for ya?

Sebastien: "Philosophy, I think. I am quite the fan of Philophy. Maybe some good epics, something like that?"

Cori: *nods* i'll grab just a few of some stuff the first time, then. you can refine for me from there. sound good? *grins happily*

Sebastien: "That would be excellent," he says, amicably enough.

Cori: *nods* awesome. next time, i'll bring 'em. only thing i ask is that you give 'em back before they get overdue. *laughs softly* anything you haven't finished, or want to reread multiple times i can either try to score you a personal copy of or check out again. no biggie.

Sebastien: "That is an entirely agreeable arrangement." He nods to her. "I must confess, Cori...I am not typically that fond of your ilk...wizards in general, I mean, not Verbena specifically. But this has been quite pleasant so far."

Cori: *chuckles softly* maybe cuz i'm not trying to experiment on you, find out secrets i dun have the right to know, not trying to..well...take anything. from you, or here. *shrugs* or maybe simply because i like you and it shows.

Sebastien: "Something like that, yes." Which of the possibilities he means is difficult to say. "So tell me about yourself, Cori."

Cori: mmm...*tilts her head, pondering* well. the basics. i was a pretty happy kid, growing up. i sort of inherited my Mom's dog--she'd had him in college, and once i was born he sort of decided i was his human. which prolly explains why i'm fond of dogs. i have two, in my room back there. *waves a hand vaguely* i doan think i'm going to bring them in to meet you, if you don't mind. mopping up pee isn't my favorite hobby. *chuckles softly*

Cori: life proceeded amiably, and then i turned fourteen. that's when i "woke up", so to speak. thought i was going nuts, and so did my folks. so...i heard them talking about putting me in a happy home with my own huggy coat, and i booked. literally ran into Zai, who tricked me and took me home with her. she taught me what was up. she's why i'm Verbie, you see.

Sebastien: "Mmmmm...I don't blame you. I do not bleieve I would much enjoy the smell of canine urine myself, nor would I wish you to have to clean it up."

Cori: *nods, chuckling softly* it's pungent. and Weiss--that's my big guy--can make quite a puddle. 'Heart would prolly pass out, to see you. and pee. not a good combo in my book. *rolls her eyes cheerfully.*

Sebastien: "No, not a good combination at all. Besides, I would rather not have another creature attempting to mark their territory in my home." There's the slightest hint of dry humor in his voice, to indicate he's not totally serious...or at least, that he doesn't mark his territory.

Cori: *chuckles happily* no, that wouldn't be good. anyway...i learned a bunch from here. and once i turned eighteen, i went back home, to make up with my folks. *sighs sadly* Bunch'd died while i was gone. not unexpected--he was an old dog. Zai and i wandered around a bit, then parted company--we're still buddies,though. and i ended up here. s'a good place. i've been involved with a Cahntry before, and it wasn't good. Haven's much better.

Sebastien: He tilts his head curiously. "What happened at your previous chantry?"

Cori: *wrinkles her nose* first of all, there were too many people who wanted to be the boss. that was a big problem. ~major~ personality issues, and the supposed leaders just weren't strong enough to lead. end result, someone did some majorly stupid shit and the Techies took notice. they got almost everyone. only a few of us got out, and we split up. for safety's sake, nobody's kept up with each other, ya know? i think someone actually turned traitor, too, but i'll prolly never know for certain.

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Sebastien: His lip curls a little bit at her words. "Technocrats...internal dissention...this is the problem with wizards. Arrogance...hubris...ambition...obession with power. None of it is good, and all of it leads to a wizard's downfall eventually. You would do well to heed the lessons learned there."

Cori: *nods, narrow face sober* heck, yeah. there is room both for following a set of rules and a form of heirarchy that allows for individual, personal growth. when you start seeing the world as nothing more than your very own toy, though, you got probs, big ones. and you shed them onto everyone else. *a slight chuckle* power, though, hasn't ever been my major goal in life. it's kid of like being truly gorgeous--there's bennies, but there's also a price. and i doan care to pay that price.

Sebastien: "That is a very wise philosophy to have, Cori." He raises an eyebrow, seemiing moderately impressed. "True Power only comes to those who deserve it, not those who want it. That is one of the Tellurian's more amusing twists."

Cori: *chuckles softly and shrugs* i think, rather than that being soemthing i've chosen to follow, it's more like it's something i've witnessed. case in point, my friend Mouse. she's.....wow. incredibly beautiful. and people treat her as if she can't string two words together. that's a price of beauty too many examples of the price of power to go into, ya know? *wrinkles her nose* now, it doan mean i'm going to lay off magic. but it does mean i tend to try and think stuff through before i try something, when i can. like...well. theoretically i could make myself grow larger breasts--but, should i? what would be the point in doing so? what need would it fill? that's one i've thought about...and frankly, i'm happy inside my skin. small breasts and all.

Sebastien: "Well-stated. And you should be happy inside your skin...most humans seem to be quite obsessed with their skins, and how they look. I think it rather silly, myself."

Cori: *laughs softly* well, we doan have shiny scales like you do. i admit, i had the chance to grow my own scales, or a decent coat of fur? yeah, i'd go for it--but, i'd want to come back tomyself. mmm, the only way i'd want to change myself, the way i look, long-term, is ~maybe~ if i got word that the Techs were after me. then, i'd want a chance of face long enough to get my stuff together and bolt, so i didn't get anyone else hurt from being associated with me.

Sebastien: "Well, yes. That is change for a reason. But changing cosmetically, just to look nicer? I don't understand the point of that, I suppose."

Cori: neither do i. *grins widely* of course, short of magic there's not much going to make me look fantastic. *not bothered by that. at all* sometimes i'll wear makeup, or dress nicer. but that's rare. usually if there's some kind of, like, really special event where everyone's going to be in their fancy feathers. i hate that kind of stuff, by the way. parties are awesome, but i like the casual, friendly kind of party where people can be themselves.

Sebastien: "Mmmm. I don't go to many parties myself, as you can probably imagine. Not many outfits tailored to fit on of my stature, and there are not many other dragons left that I can converse with...and those that are around are difficult to find."

Cori: *nods* must make it lonelier. *tilts her head* maybe i should ask Michelle how she'd feel about a party here, so you can enjoy it? *grins*

Sebastien: "Mmm...see, I don't generally tend to relate to humans well. It might have to do with my status higher on the food chain, or my differences in opinions with humanity as a whole. When you have lived as long as I have and are...well, not human...you tend to view things quite differently. Eating people, for example, if they are problematic. Humans don't seem to appreciate that, typically."

Cori: particularly if they're the problematic ones. *nods cheerfully* well, i'm Verbena. death's just a part of life. if you want to get morbid, you start to die the moment the egg and sperm cells which eventually join to grow into you first come into existance. not something i tend to dwell on, but there you have it. however--that doesn't mean i'd like to hurry along toward death. *rueful grin* i get yer point.

Sebastien: "Indeed." He nods a little, and smiles. "Verbena have always been more reasonable about such things. Moreso then, say, the Order of Hermes."

Cori: *grins impishly* in the interest of fostering unity and stuff, i won't repeat that comment to any Hermetics i come across. but i will remain highly amused by the observation. *sudden blink* say--do you eat other things? like, you know, any fave foods?

Sebastien: "Favorite Foods?" He thinks about that, and shrugs. "I wouldn't say I have any particular favorites."

Cori: well, do you even like, say, fruit or veggies? *tilts her head cheerfully* or do you try to stick to meat?

Sebastien: "I will occasionally eat non-meat if I must. I try to avoid it, though."

Cori: *nods, considering* unlike me. i'm an omnivore and proud of it. i figure, i'd only have eat-eater teeth or plant-eater teeth if i was menat to limit my diet...so pretty much, if it doan bite me back, i'll prolly eat it. *laughs softly* urk, i'd better go let the boys out. they're prolly dancving around with their hind legs crossed. *laughs* i'll be back tomorrow, though, with some books, word on it.

Sebastien: "That would be most appreciative, Cori. Thank you." He stretches out, almost cat-like, and gives a huge-toothed yawn. "I believe it is time for my nap."

Cori: *grins to him and rises, giving herself a bone-crackling stretch* thank you for chatting. sweet dreams, Sebastian. *a sudden grin makes her thin face look almost like a manaical fox. for just a moment* you see any green foxes in yer dreams, give 'em my love! *laughs softly and takes herself out. closing the door quietly*

Sebastien: "I will do that," he says, quite calmly, as he curls back up. "Good day, Cori."

Cori: good day, Sebastian. *laughing softly, as she finishes shutting the door. and off she goes, to get knocked down by two dogs who behave as if she's disappeared for years rather than an hour or three. and takes them out before they explode, once the ear-ruffles and fake scuffling is done*