The house was originally some sort of warehouse south-southeast of Austin, outside the original flower child impact crater, but it was still handy to the colleges. Therefore, a good number of college students filled the place at any one time. Not all of them were there just to study in their university fields, though.
Marigold and Sānti were passing around the cakes and ale after the annual Lammas not-a-foot-race (with a high that afternoon of 32.5 °C, most of them just moseyed through the park) and a lovely barbecue. The couple were not the most traditional of hippies, nor were they considered traditional teaching mages. Their circle of journeyman mages had settled in to watch the sunset from the roof deck on top of the garage.
There were only two of the Untouched living in the house this summer, and both of them had gone off to visit family during the university break. So with the wards up, the talk had been pretty open by the time they were on their third or fourth round o