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Harry Dresden     Harry Dresden... is still getting used to his new job. Which is a lot like the old job. Actually, it's exactly like the old job. Only the outfit is new.

    And so, the Wizard sits in his little office in the Dun. It's a lot like the one back in Chicago, actually, only around here the people don't seem to react as poorly as they do back home when they find out his is a For Real Wizard.

    A Wizard... and a Warden, now. The Grey Cloak hangs on a chair across the table from Harry, as he fishes through case files and old notes. There wasn't as much Crime Solving in the Dun as there was Supernatural Mediation, really. And that suited Harry fine. Fewer Bumps-In-The-Night to kill the better.
Inga Freyjasdottir Harry isn't the only one still getting used to it. Inga has been like a tree transplanted, trying to regrow roots in a universe that has changed. She's always beena wanderer, and true the Dun is the same--but the world has changed around it, and it's left Inga feeling like a stranger. The loss of the Union is great. She'd grown so used to the voices on the radio. She still doesn't know if everyone she'd known was alright.

And Harry has a new responsibility, a new alliegance...and she wasn't sure they would approve of her at all.

She slips into his room with a beer in hand, placing it onto his desk quietly. She's dressed in a long dress of soft wool, grey-blue in color, a bit of embroidery at the sleeves and the neckline. Done by hand, of course. Her hair falls loose today. She just hadn't bothered to braid it. "What are you working on?" she asks, taking a seat on the edge of the desk.
Harry Dresden     Harry looks up a bit, and mmmmhs as Inga comes in and hops on his desk. A little grin on his lips, though a weary one. There'd been paperwork and signatures and ceremonies and and and. A very tiring weekend. A hand slides up to squeeze at the seer's knee, and the Wizard murmurs. "Finally taking a break. Sorry I've... I..."

    He goes quiet. "I worried you, and that was wrong of, me, but Mab... I..."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga sighs, reaching out to put her hand over his. "The world changed. I don't blame you Harry. You don't need to apologize. I knew you would take their offer....but what does Mab have to do with it? What happened? Where were you when...everything happened?" she asks, scooting toward him, passing him the beer she'd brought. It's one of Mac's brews, a nice brown ale.
Harry Dresden     Harry grumps, and turns Inga's legs to rest on either side of his, looking up at his mate. "Well. Shit broke, and Mab called me in because Summer was blaming Winter and Winter thought Summer had... it was... Fae, it was very faerie and it was awful."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga smiles softly and lets herself be positioned. Then, at his words, she winces. "I can see where that would be very difficult. Confusing, even for one such as mab. It is not every day the multiverse reorganizes itself. I have certainly never seen its like, nor have I seen it through anyone wyrd that I've glimpsed. It's..." Inga sighs, and shakes her head. "I am glad Dun Realtai is alright. And Chicago, too. More or less. There's certainly a tension in the air, isn't there? Things have changed, but they are still changing....the pieces have been thrown into the air and now we see where they will fall."

Inga leans forward to place her hands on his shoulders. "I'm afraid our pieces will not fall near each other," she confesses. "Your white council...they will not approve of me, will they?"
Harry Dresden     Harry grumbles, and sighs. "I /am/ the Winter Emmissary, and if Mab has her way, the Winter Knight." A scratch at his belly, and the Wizard blinks a few times at her question. "W-what, the White Council? They already know about you. Morgan knows about you. He thinks you're silly for beliving my 'lies' but he respects your task. You're a healer and a mender. A Chosen of Gaia, even if an off-wolrd version. What's not to like?"
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga keeps her expression carefully blank when he mentions Mab and her desire to have him as the Winter Knight. She's already told him what she's seen.

She closes her eyes for a moment, an amused smile appearing. "You choose to see the best in me Harry and ignore what makes you uncomfortable. I've killed people with magic. I will continue to do so if I must. They will not like that, will they? They will not like my past, or that I serve pagan gods, or my pride and curses. I've made changes, adapted to this new world...but..." she sighs. "I do not want to...get you into more trouble."
Harry Dresden     "You haven't killed people with Magic in Chicago, and you're not a wizard from the Council, so they really don't have much to say about that, do they?" Harry grumps. "Besides, now I get to decide if you're a problem and the ruling from the ranking Warden of Offworld Contact is that you're not a problem." He furrows his brow. "And if they do have a problem with that, then tough, cause they hired me for the job."
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga shakes her head, chuckling softly. "Ah, I see. Well, as I've told you before...if it came down to it...I would kill with magic, even in Chicago. It is the only tool I have in that," she reminds him. "But, of course, I shall try not to do that," she adds with a smile, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his lip.

She then steals a sip of his beer.

"What about these...Paladins? Staren told me a bit about these new organizations...but we still know very little. You, ah, agreed without much thought to it. Do you know that...um...woman?" she asks, having to guess at Heinkel's gender. "She seemed as though she knew you."
Harry Dresden     Harry sits up straighter. "Inga, if you're... if you think I'm going to leave you or turn you away or anything because of these... things, don't. You fought damn hard to get me, and make me happy and do you have... /any/ idea how long it had been since I'd actually had anything approaching 'happy' in my life?" He actually looks a little upset. "You've Seen me. Have you Seen me leaving you?"
Inga Freyjasdottir Inga shakes her head, then scoots forward until she sort of half falls onto his lap. "No...I mean, I see lots of things Harry. It doesn't mean they will be. There's always paths...there's...paths where you are not with me. But I can't think of those things. I can't follow every thread, it would drive me mad sooner rather than later," she says, hand on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry. I worry. I did not ever think I would have...this, either," she reminds him. "I am just...heh. I think I was unconscious for a bit after whatever happened, happened. It was like being run down by a charging horse. I'm still putting my head back together. Trying to figure it all out. Trying to...see where I will belong now. What I should /do/."
Harry Dresden     The wizard sighs, and Harry's hands slide up into Inga's hair. "Find your path. You've always been good at that. The Buzzing chose you and you found your way to the Murk. You found us, and found your way to the Multiverse and me. And the Dun. And everything. I have... absolutely no doubts that you'll figure this one out too, Inga."
Inga Freyjasdottir She sighs as well and leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "I suppose so. It will come....when things are more sorted. The worlds are shuffling around, seeing how it will all turn out. I'll just....wait until I recieve guidance. From the gods, the Buzzing..." she shrugs.

"It is strange to say...but I miss the radio," she laughs. "There was almost always something being talked about. It's been so quiet. Odd, how I grew so used to it."