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Who: Patrick and Hawa
What: A second meeting
Where: Outside, not far from the Valhalla Inn
When: Today, earlier.
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Warnings: Beware of owls (no warnings to mention yet)

Patrick was starting to settle into this place. He'd hunkered down at the inn while he looked about for something to generate income for him while he was stuck here. By parts he'd explored -- certainly not everywhere, but he was beginning to get the lay of the land. His morning jogs brought him down streets that were becoming familiar. Routine.

And that was a problem.

He had things waiting for him back home; he couldn't afford to just settle in here comfortably. But he consoled himself with the fact that he would at least learn for his trouble while he was here. With magic an out-in-the-open concept, it was an opportunity he may not get again.

So it was high time he tried to get in contact with Hawa again, and take him up on his offer. Beyond that, he'd rather enjoyed the fey's company that day and well, seeing him again sounded good in general. Not that he was admitting that. Oh no.

It was early afternoon when he found himself wandering outside, eager to get out of the room. It took him a bit to work the CiD so that he wouldn't be shouting out to the entire cohort.

A couple tries. Technology wasn't his strong suit. He was better at old things, books, pencil and paper, magic, toasters. When he got it though, he lifted it up closer to his mouth to speak. "So Hawa? Are you around? I think I owe you a drink, and I'd love to pick your brain. So--" Pausing, Patrick frowned. Was this thing echoing. No? Huh. "So I..." No, definitely an echo. He paused and looked around. Coming from nearby. And... up?

"So I was thinking maybe we could meet up." That was his voice, all right. From up in the tree.

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Hawa directed an amused look at him, then grinned, leaning more back against the wall, a lazy slouch that managed to look comfortable all the same. "Hmm-- I think that I could go along with that, if you really thought you were up for it." Of course his tone was teasing, seeming to bear some other meaning, some innuendo that wasn't really there (or was it?).

Patrick lifts an eyebrow at that. This would be where his inability to back down popped up. "Oh I'm more than up for it," He answered, assuredly. Was there innuendo here? Well, he wouldn't back down from that either. Nope. In for a penny, in for a pound. And he was in for more than a penny.

"Well, all right, then. Since you're so for it and all." Hawa grinned, tilting his head slightly on an angle, his eyebrows lifted expectantly.

The other was terribly interesting--for a human and all--and he couldn't help but to be entertained by Patrick's refusal to back down. It made his own competitiveness rise, though. Either way, it was fun to meet a person like this, who would match him joke-for-joke, tease-for-tease without embarrassment. "Where shall we do this?"

Patrick smirked to himself, sipping his drink before fixing an amused look over at Hawa. "Well, wherever you like. I'm the adventurous type." What were they talking about? Oh right. Magic.

He stood up a bit straighter and looked around. "Well, how much room do you need?"

Adventurous type, huh? He'll remember that. The grin lingers a few moments longer, as though he's about to say something further but eventually doesn't.

"A bit. Rather not have any things nearby I might end up breaking. I'd hate to get you too mad at me, and all," he said. Apparently a little mad is okay. He straightens up from his position leaning against the wall, takes a few more sips from the mug in his hand to finish off his drink. Licking his lips, he sets the mug aside and regards Patrick expectantly.

Patrick glanced around, considering. "Well, there's always outside. Or I can do a little rearranging here. I'm not particularly attached to anything." Oh, Patrick was a terrible tenant. He couldn't quite help it. Still holding his mug, he walked over and nudged his hip into a chair to scoot it back towards the wall as a sort of example.

Hawa grinned at that. Not a good tenant indeed. Hawa moved to help, pushing the table out of the way. "I'm not exactly sure about throwing around magic for all to see outside," he explained. He didn't know what would set off the Militia, after all--he still knew very little about them and wasn't inclined to risk it. Nor did he want anyone non-magical deciding to gawk.

"So in'll do." If he breaks anything, well--oops!

Patrick pushed another table aside. Hawa had a point. "Yeah, I suppose that's a fairly good point, actually." Patrick was a bit distrustful of the general idea of a militia. He picks a few smaller objects -- books, a throw pillow, a satchel he'd managed to procure for himself in this place.

"In it is. Ok... so we've got ourselves a space." He gestured around, quite grandly.

"So we do. I'll get started, then." Hawa appraised the space before him, stepped forward and set his feet. Felt the magic stir warmly in him, familiar, making him exhale and relax. He gestured for Patrick to come closer, though, a little grin flitting over his mouth. He seemed as though he had something in mind, if the way he was looking at the other was any indication.

Patrick watched him closely, curious. But he stepped closer when the other gestured. Maybe he should have noticed that little grin, but he was a bit too busy being caught up in the way even that little bit of magic stirring has something in him thrumming, as though his blood cells were vibrating ever so slightly. He looked up at Hawa curiously, expectantly.

Hawa wanted to try something. So he set his palm on Patrick's shoulder, letting his magic stir, flow outward, along his arm and toward the hand resting on the other. He was curious. Curious how magic worked within the human. So he let his own flow down, until he was letting it pass from his own body through to Patrick's, the air around them stirring, whipping into a small breeze.

Patrick looked just a little startled at that. All at once his breath caught in his throat as he felt the flow of that magic. Something in him stirred almost immediately towards it, something almost electric as it woke and rushed to meet Hawa's magic, almost eager to pull that power towards itself, to wrap around it and figure it out, break it down.

Ah, he thought, and resisted the urge to jerk back, separate the contact he had with Patrick. Instinct to guard himself and the magic that lived inside of him. He remained where he was, though, even as his body grew stiff and his jaw tightened as he pushed his baser urgings back.

So he let Patrick do what he was doing, eyes closing, making himself more aware of the faint burn of magic. Cautious still, in case he would need to tear away.

There was no way that Patrick would miss that tensing though. His eyes widen just a bit and he murmured a quiet, "Sorry." Too much of what he did was instinct, reflex. Control was still a very, very steep learning curve for him. He lifted his hand to settle atop the one of Hawa's at his shoulder and turned his concentration into shifting the metaphorical car of his magic into neutral, not tamping the magic back but calming it.

"S'all right," was Hawa's gruff reply, his eyebrows furrowed and those odd, bright yellow eyes focused on Patrick. He himself was the one who decided to give this a try, he certainly didn't blame Patrick and the magic within him for acting on instinct. His fingers flexed beneath the weight of Patrick's hand and he breathed out slow through his teeth.

He was letting the other get a feel for magic different than his own-- Admittedly, he'd been curious as to just how Patrick would react.

Patrick looked back at him, silent now. He can feel the power moving through him, distinctly separate and different from his own. It has that often-dormant magic in him just shy of dancing at the moment, eager to be let loose to play. "I can feel it, feel you. It's... you're... different." It wasn't the demonic sort of energy he was used to. It was vastly different than the magic he knew from different talismans, objects, even the few places that radiated it.

"Never had a taste of fairy magic before?" is what Hawa asked him with a low chuckle, smiling now. He was relaxing slowly, gradually, growing accustomed to this--he didn't often share his magic with another, and a human no less. There'd never really been anyone he bothered with before enough to actually want to.

"I didn't expect you to have so much. Never met a human with this much magic in them." This was murmured in such a way one would think he was just talking to himself. "Here. Keep some of it." He drew some of that power back--but he let some of the magic linger in the other. "I want to see if you can manipulate it." He lifted his free hand then--and power swelled in his palm. The air seemed to pick up around it, encircling the magic, drawn to it, until what looked like a ball of nothingness floated above his hand, surrounded by wind dense enough to be seen moving.

"Not even close," Patrick answered, still a bit bewildered by the feeling. Well then, he really was learning already, wasn't he? It was an interesting lesson, really, this realization that it could feel so different.

He paused for a moment though as Hawa spoke. Patrick's brow furrowed just a bit. He could feel it still. Eyes tracking what Hawa had going on, Patrick considered for a moment. The magic already buzzing in him made this easier really. Shutting his eyes in concentration, he lifted both his hands, clasped together as though holding something small and delicate -- a caught butterfly or captive lightning bug. It took a moment, but once it started, it came freely, focusing the magic Hawa had left lingering in him, trying to mimic what he saw, opening his hands slowly as a small whirling sphere appeared between them, visible only in the faint disturbance of the air, rippling.

A grin flickered over Hawa's face--his eyes seemed to glint, pleased. "There you go," he hummed as he watched the magic build, felt it more than saw. "Interesting. So you can do it." The sphere above his own palm died down, wisps of air becoming visible no more.

He decided he'd just leave that magic of his with Patrick--it was only a small fragment, and maybe he could make use of it, if he didn't use it all at once.

Patrick held the little shifting sphere of air for a moment more before bringing his hands back together to snuff it out. Even with that extinguished, he could feel that little almost electric buzzing of magic moving through him. He glanced up to Hawa with a bit of a grin. "Yeah, I can do it. No clue why, exactly." He added, more in response to what Hawa had said before. "It's mostly a bit bizarre. By all accounts, I shouldn't be able to -- not without a pretty good reason. But I'm just an oddball."

"You're certainly an odd one," Hawa agreed, nudging at Patrick playfully. He meant it in a good way, of course, but nevertheless--

It was more than a little odd. Interesting, certainly, how he could manipulate the magic. Why was it he was like that and other humans Hawa had encountered in the past weren't? An extended pause in which he brought his hand up toward his chin, rubbing at his jaw, before he shook his head slightly. "I can't do too much with manipulating elements outside of that. I work better when I channel magic through my own body."

He flexed his fingers, a hand, for emphasis. "It can lend a bit of power, in a tight spot."

"Aww, go on now. You'll make me blush," Patrick made a brief face at him before laughing again. When Hawa continued, Patrick's expression grew more serious, thoughtful. "Through your own body?" He echoed, trying to picture how that would work, how the magic would have to flow. Hmm.

"Could you show me?" Did he sound a little bit too eager? He couldn't really help it, to be honest. This was entirely fascinating.

"I can," Hawa said slowly and then held up his hand before him. He clenched his fingers into a fist. "Here, rest your hand on it."

As soon as he felt the weight of Patrick's hand, he would set to work. Work in directing the flow of magic--pooling under his skin in his hand, almost seeming to make the skin hotter, more taut. It's clearly powerful, even to what a human might sense. A strike from that hand would have more of an affect than just bruised skin and a sore ego.

Patrick was paying attention, both his gaze and that odd and inexplicable unnameable sense fixed on his hand atop Hawa's fist. His eyes widened and he nodded to himself. Impressive. He could imagine that coming in handy in a fight.

...and he wondered if that was something he could learn, given enough time. But for now he flashed a grin up at the other man. "Remind me never to piss you off. I get the feeling I'd get my ass handed to me."

Hawa laughed but made no attempts to deny that he could, indeed, kick Patrick's ass. "Then don't piss me off." He playfully knocked his knuckles against Patrick's cheek--just a light graze. "I think you might have a hard time with that, though."

A pause and then he remarked, as casual as you please, "You seem like too nice of a kid, after all."