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Enslaved mage verse Wisterias meet Elvira
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"Not instructed, just- we wanted you to be comfortable." Andrew feels a little stuck, like he's not making much headway with Elvira. He doesn't blame her for her uncertainty, though.

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"We" answers at least the immediate field cover question. Though apparently a lenient version, unless he's waiting for the actual humans to deal with her. 

She isn't sure what the rest of that means - is guessing either 'test' or 'sex thing' but not actually sure in either case what to actually make of it. 

"I do not have alimentation in need of attention. I will be able to work."

 

(If she knew what was going on, was on the other side of it, she might have about a ream of advice for them, here. But she does not.)

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"Okay. Well! In that case, come with me. Foods up soon. Yuna's father should be home tonight, so you'll probably meet him."

Andrew leads the way through the house.

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Well at least apparently that might have been the right answer.

She follows.

(What is he wearing, by the way?)

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(He’s in a very comfortable looking outfit of grey track pants, white singlet and a long yellow cardigan.)

He takes her back down the stairs and through the gargantuan foyer, into the dining room. 

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Yuna (dressed in a loose fitting, yellow, flowery dress) smiles as they enter, though it falters a little to see Elvira in the same clothes as before. 

“Welcome! We’re just waiting on my father, he’ll be here soon. Traffic was bad from the airport.”

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(This would have been a rather confident indicator with respect to the field cover question if it wasn't for his collar continuing to be visible.)

She notices the smile falter, which seems like it's probably not good despite her lack of experience with human nonverbals that involve smiling cheerfully at her out of field cover. (She does not, of course, have any way to know it's her clothes that are the problem).

That seemed addressed to her; answering continues to be likely a safer bet than not. "Yes, Yuna, ma'am."

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“Please! Come sit. We’re gonna start without him.”

Yuna takes a seat.

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Anders sits beside her, gesturing for Elvira to do the same. 

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Flinch at the 'please'.

She sits where she's told.

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Yuna flinches too, but covers it as best she can, pulling Andrew into conversation, something trivial about college. 

The servants pile into the room soon after, carrying dishes of food, but they join Yuna and the mages at the table. It’s clear dinner is a family affair, servants included. 

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Humans flinching (is she unhappy about starting without her father?) is generally bad news. (Humans flinching at you is about unspeakably horrific, but fortunately it does not occur to her to think this is the case). She is very careful and obedient and quiet.

Does someone put food in front of her?

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Everyone seems to be serving themselves from bowls and platters, but if Elvira doesn’t serve herself, Yuna will motion for someone to give her a serve of a few things. 

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Elvira does not serve herself without being told to do so. If food is put in front of her she eats it.

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Yuna makes a motion at a servant, who nods back and quickly piles a plate with a selection of things, passing it to Elvira. “Try the pumpkin, Frieda the cook is very proud of it,” Yuna says with an encouraging smile. 

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Elvira obediently eats the pumpkin. 

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Yuna keeps an eye on Elvira, making sure she’s eating (and hopefully enjoying) dinner. 

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Shortly afterwards, a middle-aged, very attractive man with a startling resemblance to Yuna walks into the room. 

“Sorry! Sorry I’m late, traffic was a nightmare. Hello everyone!” He says as heads to a chair, dropping a kiss on Yuna’s head as he passes. 

Once he’s seated with food in front of him, he notices Elvira. “Hello, you must be our new mage! I’m Braska.”

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“My father,” Yuna clarifies with an adoring smile. It’s clear that they have a very loving relationship. 

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She was given food therefore she is eating it. 

It's human food, obviously enough even without the part where humans are also eating it. She wasn't given the not-drug the CIA used so that field mages wouldn't taste human food too much when not supposed to, so she can, in fact, taste it. She's not one of the mages especially into such things, but she could get her share enjoyment from it. At the moment is mostly too preoccupied with the 'what will she be getting for this latest thing-that-might-make-a-mage-get-above-themselves'.

(Why are they letting her taste the food? Or giving it to her at all, instead of regular food given to mages, when she's not even in field cover? (Is this also somehow a sex thing...?))

 

She isn't sure if she's supposed to be responding. Ducks her head. "Elvira, Braska, sir."

 

She was trained to pretend to be an agent; it is indeed clear. 

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“A pleasure to meet you,” Braska says with a gentle smile so like his daughter’s.

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“Andrew and I showed her her room. I put her in the one down the hall from Andrew’s?”

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“Ah, yes. Comfortable?”

Braska frowns a little at Elvira’s clothes. “We did purchase some new things, were they not the right size? We’ll fix that quickly.”

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Flinch. (Why does he say that to her?)

"I do not have alimentation in need of attention, Braska, sir. I will be able to work."

Harder flinch. (Waiting for the actual humans it was, then.) She was put at the table so she probably shouldn't drop to her knees. Looking down and looking very sorry. "I'm sorry. I did not understand that I was instructed to change clothes. I'm very sorry."

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“No, not instructed. We just thought you’d like something a little more comfortable. Don’t apologise, you’ve done nothing wrong. We will tell you if that’s the case.”

Braska clasps his hands together. “This isn’t an order, but would you mind trying on some of the things? Just to see if they fit.”

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