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[hypomeneo]

[The recording begins regularly enough. A deep voice intones with all the enthusiasm of a call center operator giving their rote pitch:]

Hello, this is Waver Velvet. Leave a short message with date, time, and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

[Suddenly there is an excited voice in the background clamoring for Waver's attention and not going to let up until Waver completely gives them exactly that.]

Stop! Idiot! Can't you see I'm trying to record something?!

... hold on! Hold on!

[This thing still on? Yes? Okay then...]

Give me your number! I'll call you back when I bloody well can!

[More excited cajoling and Waver squawking before the recording goes click!]

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

[Oh dear. Oh dear. ... Waver hasn't gotten around to changing this, has he? You're hearing it, after all. Maybe you should... remind him to change his voice mail message. After you leave your message.

Remember! Leave a number!]

Comments

[skiateras]

Not that long.

[Eumenes, for it is indeed him, flashes a smile that could rival Iskandar's.]

Tea? I'd love to!

[He stands up throwing the peach pit behind him and saying words too quiet to be audible but Waver has heard enough of Greek from Iskandar to recognize the language's rythm and melody. In a split second he realises what he did and raises both hands in apology.]

That was not a spell, I was just blessing your garden. It is beautiful.

[And yet he does not reply to Waver's question. At least not directly. He came her for a reason that can serve as an answer.]

Do you know where the king is?

[hypomeneo]

I do. He should be at his Temple. [Do all the members of the Hetairoi smile like that? The thought warms his heart.] He didn't mention any pressing prayers he needed to deal with to me this morning.

... beside the sheep need shearing. [Own sheep. Must sheer as part of caretaking.] That might be today.

[It also answers the question about summoning, if he's asking after Iskandar. Woken up, then, unless there's a new way people are coming to these shores. Also class. Caster, then.

Waver opens the door of the Temple for him. Neither of his shinki are home - otherwise he's sure the seeming double Waver would be commented on.]

Oh. Don't worry. I know. [His ancient Greek isn't perfect - he can send Iskandar to the floor rolling with laughter when he screws things up - but it's enough to tell with the lack of sense of a spell's mana. He blinks when he realizes he's unconsciously mirroring Eumenes with hands slightly raised and he flushes momentarily.] Thank you. I've been given a very lovely place, and my shinki have done wonders with what's already here.

I'd introduce you, but they're out at the moment.