Once it was determined that a Chiurgeon had been sent for, the dark-skinned wizard questioned Godric, with the appearance of casual interest but Godric wasn't stupid - he knew he was being tested in some way by these strangely garbed people. It was about this point in time when Godric entertained the notion that this wasn't a dream at all, that he had been magically abducted in some way. As unbelievable as it might be, what he saw around him - it might be real.
Godric spent the intervening time taking in his surroundings and strange as they were, they were also quite curious. The men were strangely dressed but their garb was not so different than his own. He was surprised to find that the underlings attending to Kingsley were also wizards but that bolstered his opinion that he most argued with Salazar - that anyone with the talent for majick should be allowed to learn from other majick users.
There came a sounding that disrupted something Kingsley was saying and Godric rose to his feet, glancing over with some shock to see a witch dressed in something completely inappropriate in the company of men. Godric grabbed his cloak in one hand and strode over to the woman, his features cloudy with anger as he swept his cloak around her, covering her decently as he rounded on Kingsley. "What manner of trickery is this? I desire no tawdry accommodations, nor would I request such!"
"Tawdry... No, no, Godric, this... this is our Healer, our Chiurgeon, Ms. Spinnet," Kingsley exclaimed in confusion and surprise, crossing to where Godric stood with Alicia and set a hand on her shoulder, giving it a minute squeeze of reassurance. "She is wearing Chiurgeon garb that is customary here. Please, be seated so she can check you for any potential injuries or anything you might be carrying that could harm us."
Godric stiffened when the other man joined them but merely crossed his arms over his chest in firm defiance. He had kept his gaze politely averted from the female out of deference to her until the dark-skinned wizard proclaimed her the Chiurgeon, and then he glanced down at her. She was an attractive woman and far younger of a Chiurgeon then he had ever seen but Godric felt he should take the Kingsley at his word for now. He made a non-committal sound and returned to his seat.
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Date: 2013-01-05 05:00 am (UTC)Godric spent the intervening time taking in his surroundings and strange as they were, they were also quite curious. The men were strangely dressed but their garb was not so different than his own. He was surprised to find that the underlings attending to Kingsley were also wizards but that bolstered his opinion that he most argued with Salazar - that anyone with the talent for majick should be allowed to learn from other majick users.
There came a sounding that disrupted something Kingsley was saying and Godric rose to his feet, glancing over with some shock to see a witch dressed in something completely inappropriate in the company of men. Godric grabbed his cloak in one hand and strode over to the woman, his features cloudy with anger as he swept his cloak around her, covering her decently as he rounded on Kingsley. "What manner of trickery is this? I desire no tawdry accommodations, nor would I request such!"
"Tawdry... No, no, Godric, this... this is our Healer, our Chiurgeon, Ms. Spinnet," Kingsley exclaimed in confusion and surprise, crossing to where Godric stood with Alicia and set a hand on her shoulder, giving it a minute squeeze of reassurance. "She is wearing Chiurgeon garb that is customary here. Please, be seated so she can check you for any potential injuries or anything you might be carrying that could harm us."
Godric stiffened when the other man joined them but merely crossed his arms over his chest in firm defiance. He had kept his gaze politely averted from the female out of deference to her until the dark-skinned wizard proclaimed her the Chiurgeon, and then he glanced down at her. She was an attractive woman and far younger of a Chiurgeon then he had ever seen but Godric felt he should take the Kingsley at his word for now. He made a non-committal sound and returned to his seat.