Alvis paused, weighing up his options briefly, coming to the conclusion that Lovecraft had been correct in his assertion: he did not
want to be standing around outside in the middle of a strange forest. He felt far too exposed out here in the open. He stepped inside.
The door closed behind him.
Despite the name, Lovecraft's house was quite welcoming. It was kept comfortably cool
compared to prior
company- a fact which Alvis, who kept his office at a constant 12°C, found to be quite the pleasant surprise. It meant he could keep his habitual jacket on.
At his host's recommendation, Alvis didn't dare stray from his position at the front of the hallway, regardless of how his eyes may have wandered. He was curious about the rest of the interior, of course. What sort of bizarre trinkets and decorations could such an accomplished mage possibly have, he wondered, and how would they best be arranged? His own house was bland and utilitarian- stark greys and whites with little in the way of interest
, the only signs of colour coming from the garden out back and the occasional well-kept houseplant scattered throughout. It was... well, it probably wasn't great for his health, let's put it that way. Having a house that seemed actually lived in
might help calm things down.
Alvis let out a silent gasp as he felt something unfamiliar brush past his legs. It had startled him, whatever it was, and whatever it was just so happened to be... a housecat
He let himself relax, somewhat relieved to find out what the creature was. Though he was hardly known for being a cat person, Alvis did have a soft spot for pets, as people often do. Actually, come to think of it, wasn't he able to communicate with animals? He vaguely recalled an incident with a guard dog a few years back, how he was able to calm it down and send it on its way back home... now, of course, having a friendly housecat walk up to him was a massively different situation than an all-out attack, but it still got him thinking.
Whilst direct conversation was definitely not something he could achieve, he reasoned he would at least be able to say something
to the animal. An assumption was probably the best way of doing things, so that was what he went for. With a cautious smile, he looked down at the cat and just let it know that he was friendly- and it seemed to have worked...!
Ah, what a pointless exercise. It was friendly in the first place.
Still, it came as no loss.
"Thank you for that."
He smiled to his host as he re-entered the foyer, following him (and his cat) through the hallway and into a more spacious room. Though Lovecraft immediately took a seat, Alvis wasn't quite comfortable enough with his surroundings to do anything other than stand by the door. That comfort would arrive in due time, he thought. Eventually.
It was probably a good idea to start.
"I suppose I should tell you why I came here."
He glanced around the room instinctively, checking every surface he could find in search of his own eyes staring back. Nothing came up. He continued.
"It was brought to my attention by a close friend of mine that I... well, that I am sick. Now, I believe I know the source of the blight, if that might help you, but it is a name I'd rather not invoke. I was wondering if there was anything you could do to improve my prognosis. I'm not asking for any miracles here, though I have no doubt that you would be able to pull those things off quite well, but I just... I just want to have some peace of mind, at least for a little while."