Lιттle Ƭree (cedar ashland)

Cedar happened to acquire a large wyvern the night before (legit!). After having taken the night to part and parcel the beast, she went round to various shops to sell the goods that were left. During this journey, she garnered other work about the wilds, in gathering items needed for the magic shop - and then inquired after learning a new spell.

[15:16] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) rerolls the scroll she'd been copying and puts it back in its exact rack. One could not be too careful when it came to these scrolls. As far as Emms was concerned, they were priceless. She turned when Meri came in with someone she'd not met before. They earned her usual bright and friendly smile. "Vedui! How fares the day?"

[15:23] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was just wandering, to be honest. It wasn't the idle sort but it was the sort of one who wasn't certain where she wanted to be. But eventually that wandering brought her round to a trio of buildings and she picked the one most picturesque to enter first. In she came, on the heels of another, hand hiking the satchel she carried higher upon her shoulder. It was full and weighted the fae down, but her spirits seemed bright for all of that and a bright smile greeted the elf who'd spoke her way. "Guid day t'ye," Cedar replied. Her voice lilted over the words in a way soft and clear, almost musical to hear. Green eyes shifted to the counter almost as tall as she was and with a heaving motion Cedar pulled the satchel from her shoulder to thud solidly between candles and books. "Wha' sort o' establishment this be then, eh?"

[15:26] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) grinned. This seemed a very interesting individual, and Emm'esta dearly loved meeting interesting individuals. "It be a, uhm....it is a magic shop--The Auguriis. Are you looking for a spell or a potion?" Light! She surely hoped so. She'd been working on sewing and enchanting so much these days that she was glad to have something different to do. ((LOL))

[15:27] The Auguriis Magic and Oddities Shop: As you walk into the Auguriis, you are hit with an estrangement of different scents that are spread across the store; multiple herbs and magical ingredients, the occasional love potion, old books and scrolls, leather. An overly energetic and perky blonde haired male, Damien, is currently attending the store. Organizing and cleaning to his hearts content! Those with a magical ability will be able to sense that this store has been warded against thieves. [Any and all attempts to damage or steal from this property should be directed to the owner or an Admin.]

[15:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) came down from the upstairs, she'd been studying herself and hadn't heard the door the first time, but the second caught her attention and the voices from below, spurred her steps to pad lightly down the stairs and cast both women a warm smile and offered a "Vedui', ladies..." Emm had it well in hand, so Meri'd just slip over towards the potion case and hummed softly under her breath as she listened to them both, her fingers tracing over the shelves as she considered the contents...

[15:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) 's brows lifted and she scanned the inside of the shop with far more interest when that answer was given. "Och an' i'sit now then?" she said. Small hands were rested lightly and proprietarily upon the satchel she'd lain to rest atop the counter and she looked over to the newest addition. "Is this some elven land then?" Cedar asked rather suddenly. A glance to the brunette's ears and then again over her shoulder to the blonde's and a brow cocked. "Or am I jus' sae luck as ta hae found twa in one local?"

[15:32] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) moved to stand behind the counter wanting to look official. "Well, there are quite a few elves about, and a good thing, I think. But this island, well, it's unusual in that all the races pretty much mix. It's one of the things that convinced me to put roots down here." She eyed the satchel wondering what was in it.
[15:34] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) flicked a glance over, her ears catching on the tones of the visitor's voice, the soft dip of her head in assent, then tipped her head towards Emm as she murmured to the woman "You've just gotten lucky and found one of the Fairest is all..." Grinning good-naturedly then nodded in agreement to Emm's words, and looked back at the display... the hum growing as the one potion bottle started glowing faintly and she'd pluck it up from the shelf. "I'm working on updating stock today Emm, just so you know..."

[15:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) just kind of nodded at that and then, after another moment spent to look the blonde over, she flashed a wide grin and jostled the satchel she'd set upon the counter some. "Weel seems a bit o' guid fortune then. Fer I've somat as may jus' be o' interest t'ye." Sliding the satchel sideways, it cleared some space on the countertop but at the expense of also shoving aside the book, the small chest, until they ran into the wooden case of scrolls beside the wall. For the bit of space she'd cleared, Cedar hopped up and settled herself atop the counter beside her satchel. "Wyvern bits!" she said pertly as she scootched herself into a comfortable way. Then the satchel was opened and both arms dove in, digging and rifling around. "No' sure as ta wha' may be o' most interest ... Hae some teeth, blood, an eye an' tha tongue, aye? Then there be the hide and some o' tha bones ..."

[15:42] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) grinned good-naturedly. It was the only way she knew how to be, well--most of the time. "I may be the one causing you more work, then, Meri. Damien started dumping things all willy-nilly and I made him stop. Seems he took me literally and saved it all for you." That Damien! He tried Emm'esta's patience all too often. At Cedar's recounting of the treasure in her satchel, she glanced over at Meri. What of that can we use? I will take the skin for the shop, though. The bone too. Will make fine buttons."

[15:47] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) blinked a bit, her fingers freezing over the display, it continuing to spin heedlessly as that glowing potion spun out of sight, then back, then out of sight again as Meri's brows lifted and she'd lean back a bit to peer again at the stranger. Her obvious interest not even marred by Emm's comments regarding that blasted Damien "There are times... " she'd mutter under her breath "... ah well, twenty years, he'll be dead, I'll still be here..>" still softly muttered but somewhat cheerier before her voice rose loud enough for the others to hear more clearly "Well then! Quite the er... interest indeed..." The potions forgotten, the bottle still spinning in place as she turned and made her way tot he other side of the chair from Emm, her nose working a little like a bunny and her eyes darting over the contents of the items revealed. "Sure sure, you two figure out what you'd like for your place, Emm, but... "I'll certainly take the rest for here, blood, whatever bones Emm doesn't want, the hide you can
[15:47] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): have, but I want the eyes and tongue for sure..."

[15:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) couldn't do anything but grin wider for the interest both women seemed to hold. "Aye, aye," she said with small nods of her head. And since things were desired, they began to appear. Out came an armful of wyvern hide, a lovely hue like burnt sienna and very good quality, no scuffs or tears. "Jus' tha hides ye be wantin' then?" she asked the blonde. She set these in a pile, and it was a large amount of leather there for the elven maid did she decide to purchase it all in the end. For the wyvern had been a healthy size and Cedar'd lost very little of the skin when she'd tanned the hide. "twenty-five siller do ye well?" she asked with a lofted brow - but a smile turned towards the brunette, to let the woman know she'd heard her interest in the other aspects of the wyvern that Cedar had named.

[15:54] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) nodded, knowing Meri knew a good thing when she saw it. Wyvern blood! "I'll take the smaller bones then--they are better for buttons." She'd set them out to dry in the sun then burn them for color. Oh, yes...they would be perfect. And the hide she would turn over to Ciel, see what he could do with it. That skin could bring a pretty price once fashioned into any number of things...a purse, perhaps, for one. She nodded a friendly greeting to the male who entered. "Be right with you, sir." At Cedar's suggestion of 25 silvers, Emms purely sputtered! "Twenty-five silvers! Why I could skin my own mother and make her into hoods and cloaks for Twenty-five silvers!" It was bargaining time!

[15:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan)'s eyes darted away from the contents of the satchel as the door was opened and another figure passed through. Leaving Emms to handle what she needed to first, with a dash of a smile towards the other woman, Meri'd grin as the haggling began and stepped around the counter to greet the new arrival "Good afternoon and welcome, what can I help you with?" Her eyes widening at the opening offer, rarity it might be, but c'mon! Meri would however, carefully note the methods as well.
[16:00] Jace Blackwell: Entered the magic shop, metal clanking about as he moved. He would glance around curiously once again, his gaze resting momentarily at that odd spinning bookcase he never seemed to cease wondering about. He would nod his understanding to the pretty blond woman as he made himself busy looking at odds and ends on the nearby table when the Elven Brunette approached him. "Ah yes well....I've come to see about the possibility of learning about..magic. What does it mean to those who can use it, how it feels....how to begin learning. I assume this would be the place to begin?" Jace answered hesitantly, clearly out of his area of knowledge at this point.

[16:04] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) tilted her head at the blonde's outburst and gave a faint grin. "Aye .. but wuid yer maither be sae fine a sight ta be worn as yon wyvern hide then lass?" She reached back into her satchel, pushing this and that aside until bits of small bone were brought out, fair and bleached white from the way they'd been cleaned. "Now there's a guid lot o' leather as can be worked from those hides. More'n a few pieces ta be made." Twisting, Cedar set a handful of small, fine bones atop the pile. "Twenty-five sillers an' ye can hae tha wee bones ta go wi'."

[16:07] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) began to go through the skins, picking up each one and blowing back the fur. "This one seems a little mis-colored, don't you think?" And then, "I don't know about this one...there's an arrow hole right through the center. I'll have to cut it up." Light, but they were beautiful skins! But she'd never admit that for one second. When Jace asked that he might be allowed to learn magic, Emms beamed. Every time she found a seeker, it was a little like birthday magic...when she lit the candles with a snap of her fingers and her atar would blow them out with a pretend breath of a nostril. How she missed him, missed his magical training. He'd been tough, but only because he wanted her to be as strong as she could be. She knew that Meri would do the same with this man, and she envied him the journey. She turned her attention back to the trade-in-progress. "Why, they're not worth more than ten silvers, even with the bones thrown in." She hid the excitement at seeing the bones already finished. "But you've got me
[16:07] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx): over a barrel and I'll pay the ten silvers, though you have to swear not to tell anyone else or they'll be coming from miles around to take me to the cleaners on every deal I make from now on!" She did love a good haggle!

[16:11] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) gave the man a reassuring smile, the timidity in his voice quite at odds with the armored appearance, her ears still perked for the conversation to the side, a lift of one brow and soft snort offered at the difference with 'adding the bones' - still quite the request to be sure, but as Emm resettled and bounced back her offer, Meri'd let the barest of grins pass her lips, though at the same time, knew full well, what would come next. "You are in quite the right place indeed sir.. If is theoretical knowledge you're wanting then, or practical, and something specific you're working towards, or soloely the expression of it in general." The woman's accent was catching and she felt the cadence of her own words start to slip into some of the same patterns, pulling herself back with a faint chuckle on her breath and warm murmur "There's lots of possibilities of places to start, and just as many of where to end up." The resolute dip of her head as the carousel continued to spin, and that one bottle still
[16:11] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): glowed faintly in the background, while Meri continued to peruse his face.

[16:15] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) snorted a sound derisively good natured and tossed her hair. "There'd no' be a speck upon that hide, lass. Nor any holes, aye? An' dint ye be insultin' my craftsmanship forbye." Though they sounded like fighting words, they were spoken with a good humored tone of voice and a crooked grin and Cedar simply shook her head. "Ten sillers an' I'd be destitute on tha streets! Fer shame tryin' ta rob me blind an' I'd all but brought ye tha best as cuid be had. D'ye ken a'tall how dangerous yon wyvern's be? Why ... ye canna get them a'tall unless ye go on inta the deep woods where tha mana's ripe an' makin' tha beasties absurd!" A pause, where Cedar seemed as if she were considering, and then, "Twenty sillers then. An' mum's tha word, I wint be tellin' a soul."

[16:17] Jace Blackwell: "All of that I think. Or it seems it's all rather important to understand when dealing with energies like this. I"m looking to join the Numinous Blades and as a Paladin, use those skills as a Warden to aid me in the Righteous Cause against the shadelings! Where best to start, I trust whomever shall be my mentor to know best." Jace exclaimed, standing perhaps a little taller, his face clearly betraying a bit of pride in his chosen path as he looked directly into the elven womans eyes with determination.

[16:21] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) slapped her hand on the counter hard enough to make them all jump. "Why, twenty silvers is enough to buy my whole business and mass produce wyvrn products wholesale!" She eyed Cedar, appraising the hunter, then said slyly, "You know, I am in the position to buy most all your hides. Just think at the future business you could have. And fifteen silvers is a veritable fortune in Valesk. You could rule as a king, I say!" She pulled the leather purse from her belt and counted out fifteen silvers, laying them in row on the counter. "Fifteen silvers and a ton of future business, aye?"

[16:25] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) eyed the blonde with a shrewd and calculating eye, then let her gaze lower to the coin being produced and her gaze narrowed with thought. "Aye an' think o' all the leather an' hide as I cuid bring ta ye in tha future lass. Fer when did ye last hae somat as tha hide o' a wyvern enter in tha shop ta be bought?" Cedar grinned broad then and lifted her chin, mischief glimmering in her eyes. "Eighteen sillers then - an' ta future business done, aye?"

[16:26] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) tipped her head, the boastful attitude and the comment of Wardens themselves making Meri lift her brows skyward, the flash of bright green gaze as she kept listening to the two haggling, the fifteen offered by Emms met with the barest dip of her head, and a wry glance cast over at the fellow shop mate before the man's words reached her ears again. "Well two out of three will serve you best, I can help you in the magic department, the rest - I've either ne'er heard of.." that accent was pulling at her ears for sure, so smoothly even! "Never heard off... or have no interest in. However, the theory and practice of magic in general, that is something I can do to help... What have you in trade for the lessons...?" Her own faint glimmer in her gaze as she continued to peruse him, the faintly-bemused grin lighting her features as he stiffened and brought his gaze to her.

[16:30] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) counted out TWO more silvers and laid them along side the others. "Seventeen silvers and years of future business!" She held out her arm for a wrist to wrist elven handshake. "Bargain struck?" Those skins were going to bring her in much business, she was sure. They were beautiful and Emms knew what she could do with them. "I am Emm'esta Thiadil, by the way. I think you are a robber and a thief when it comes to the art of haggling and I think I love you." She flashed her that smile that melted hearts and made fast friends.

[16:32] Jace Blackwell: "Trade? I carry very little by way of possession. Some clothes, the armor and weapons I have on my person and some coin. Depending on how much lessons would set me back, i can offer coin now or in the near future once I've acquired more. Unless you're looking for service of some sort in trade?" Jace would once more glance around the store before continueing on "Though I think it not likely a place such as this would need any sort of guard to keep watch at night."
[16:34] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) watched the extra silver get counted -- one shy of the amount she'd named - and then the small fae laughed. "Aye, tha'll do then," she said. Future business - sounds grand." But she cast a wary eye to the hand offered, seeming to hesitate a moment before grasping the other to shake on a deal done.

[16:36] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) couldn't help it, her expression trying to hold firm, but the glimmer in her gaze grew as she continued to listen to the pair at her side. The reply met with a tilt of her head the other way, the soft rustling as she considered him rather openly then bit back the faint grin and nodded more politely "Coin could also be a trade, I prefer to leave it open-ended and see what the other party offers." A shrug of one shoulder, that soft rustle again as she continues "What do you think the lessons are worth to you?" Her eyes catching the movement from the side, dipping her head to herself and still keeping mental track, the bones and pile of hides perused once more quickly then returned her gaze to the man and waited for his reply.

[16:38] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) continued to hold out her hand for the shake. She was all business and that handshake to her was as good as a contract signed in blood. She'd listened to Jace's words...here he was a human, wanting to learn magic. This would be very interesting, and she hoped she would be included in his lessons sometimes. Her arm was growing heavy and she wondered if the deal was good or not....

[16:43] Daisuke (fangmassacre) wandered through the village, staring at the signs hanging over the establishments, seeing as he could not read the common tongue well, he tended to look for symbols or markings that he understood. He first went by the seamstress as he promised to stop in and visit, but a quick peek inside revealed it was a little empty, so the stag took to the streets and headed over to the next building, his cloven hoofs clicking over the stone until he paused when reaching the door. He failed to see a sign though, so raising his fist he gently knocked on the door to see if someone would answer, he was to polite to just walk in, encase it happened to be a home.

[16:44] Jace Blackwell: "Worth to me? Well I wouldn't know in terms of money or trade. It's just a necessary part in what I aspire to be. I suppose looking at it as a service, like if I were to teach someone the ways around a forge, I might charge a sum in coppers fair in proportion to what one would earn from their given profession." Jace answered after some thought, clearly unsure of the economy and pricing of services in Valesk.

[16:45] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) shook the arm! She just was hesitant about grabbing hold the other when it'd been offered becau-- well there it was. Cedar's skin brushed the blonde's and her fingers zipped with a tingling like lightning run through. Her breath drew in quick and eyes unfocused with a flutter of lash as sensation, emotion, and sights danced along her mind. "Nnngh ... /aye then/," she stumbled out, tongue tripping over itself before she snatched her hand away from the blonde's arm. A few shallow breaths and a smile forced itself to surface on her face, her hand scooping the silver coins towards her that'd been piled beside the wares.

[16:48] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) looked at her own hand for a quick moment, wondering if she'd been lax with controlling her element. It had happened before. But surely not....her skin couldn't have been that hot. "Agreed then! Done and done," and she swept the skins and bones off the counter, putting them back behind it. They were hers and she felt like doing a victory dance. "Diola lle, Cedar. I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship."

[16:48] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) watched them shake out of the corner of her eye, the glance from him towards Emm and back as she considered a moment then nodded in thought at his answer, only to hear the sound of... the door being knocked on? "Come in... " She'd call over then looked back to the blond, considering him and his reply both.... "Well, I'll let you think on that a little bit. In the meanwhile, you and Emm'esta here, she will be your instructor. When you think you've determined what the power of Magic means to you, and what you're willing to exchange for it, then you both can start the lessons." It might have seemed a strange response, but for someone who Magic was as inherent as breathing? Well then... She'd miss the other woman's reaction, too directly focused on the man.

[16:54] Daisuke (fangmassacre) heard the welcome so he opened the door, stepping forward only to be halted awkwardly as his antlers ran into the top of the door frame scraping in a dent. He gave a deep snort and looked up, seeing the slight damage and winced "Oh! no... I am so sorry about that!" he started to apologize as he ducked down and stepped inside and closed the door behind him, turning inward toward the people red in the face embarrassed. A hand reached up to rub along the spot of his antler that had connected with the wooden frame. "I will find a way to fix that damage, if you want coin or the labor to fix it, I could sand and buff it out..." he said and then realized there were two familiar faces "Oh, well... hello, Miss Emm'esta and Miss Merialeth" he said, still looking quite sheepish. To the others he gave a nod, but he was having trouble looking anyone in the face for the blunder he just made coming in.

[16:59] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) still felt a bit numbed and ran a tongue over the ridges of her teeth as she pulled the pile of silver her way. "Aye an' tha same," she said absently, far more attentive to the setting of coins in her purse than the conversation that'd just come to an end. Once the silver were all squared away, her coin purse far heavier for the business done, Cedar glanced over to the brunette and quirked a brow. "Ye still busy wi' yon knight?" she asked the woman, hand reaching out to pull her satchel closer to her since there seemed more traffic in the shop.

[17:00] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) almost swallowed her tongue when she Meri said that Emms would be the human's teacher. Light! What was she thinking? But then...what would her atar think? He'd be proud, that's what! She eyed her would-be student. It was a special relationship between student and teacher. Did he realize just how special? He might hate her and love her at the same time. Frustration, victory, joy, depression...all these things in abundance would be his path. Emm'esta took a deep breath, inhaling all the possibilities of what might be. It tasted good. It was then that Daisuke entered--a deer in a china shop. She couldn't help but smile. He was one of the most kind-hearted individuals she'd met on the island. "It is alright, friend Daisuke. I will repair it." Most elves could Sing wood, and Emms was no exception. "It is good to see you!"

[17:02] Jace Blackwell: nodded his head in agreement. "I shall ponder this tonight. Maybe research a bit on what is a fair or customary trade for such services and meet up with you or Emm'esta to reach an arrangement. Thank you for your time." Jace responded evenly, looking first to Merialeth and then to Emm'esta. "Oh pardon me, introductions are likely in order! I'm Jace. Jace Blackwell." He said to the both of them before his attention was given over to the antlered man as he seemed to cause a bit of a scene upon entering. He would offer a polite nod, unsure of what exactly he was seeing as this was the first time he had encountered such a creature.

[17:05] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) winced more for how that had to have felt against his antlers, the slight shake of her head, shiver running through her and the soft rustling sounding at the movement. A reassuring glance offered upwards as the Satyr made his way in "Good afternoon, as Emm said, it's good to see you again. All well, I would hope?" then shifted her attention back to the brunette, her lips parting to speak then catching Jace's words, just nodded "See, all done." to the brunette and offered a smile to Jace "Very well, just speak to Emm when you return, and we'll work it out from there." Only then finally noting that the brunette seemed a little out of sorts still "So about that wyvern blood... How big of a vial, and how many teeth left?" Meri'd slip around the far side of the chair and tip her head so that Emm could move to speak with the man, while she gave Daisuke another reassuring grin, "No worries, truly - there are far worse things... to be sure."

[17:09] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) scooted a bit down the counter that she sat upon, though there wasn't very far that she could go before she ran into the candles. And because she sat so near now, she looked over her shoulder and puffed a breath to blow one out. Hooved feet upon wooden floor caught her attention and she turned a glance towards the large, swarthy individual who'd entered the shop - in time, it seemed, for him to be chagrined about some damage his antlers'd done. Cedar grinned at him, listening to the two elves reassure and greet, then twisted about where she sat to look towards the brunette. "This ..." she said, pulling out a vial the length of her small hand to show the lass. "An' I've mebbe ten teeth left. More really, but there'd be some as I'd keep fer myself, aye? Wuid ye be wantin' an eye then mebbe? Or I've tha tongue still as weel."

[17:15] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx) made her way to stand before the human....Jace. Jace Blackwell. A very human name. He would not have two or three hundred years to perfect his magic, to strengthen and refine it. She would have to be a hammer rather than a gentle hand. She eyed him up and down once more. Could he take it? She bowed deeply and said in Elvish, "Elen sila lumenn omentilmo," then repeated it in Common, "May a star shine upon the hour of our meeting." And she meant it. ((just jumpin in and posting. Don't have much longer before I have to log.))

[17:16] Daisuke (fangmassacre) gave a grateful bow, similar to how an easterner might act. "Thank you for your kindness on the matter, Im still sorry though" he said, but he would fuss over something as superficial as a dent in a door frame nobody would probably ever notice. Still the stag glanced toward the door with a fretful gaze before he tried to push it aside and focus on the two ladies he had recently met, though now that he was taking in the scene, they all seemed pretty busy "I came to visit as I promised I would. But it seems your a bustling business tonight" he mused, not taking any offense of course, it was not in his nature to do so very easily. He caught the glance from Little Tree and the nod from Jace and simply gave both a warm smile before she got back to her business. "Perhaps Ill visit another time" he then added as he did not want to crowd in on their important transactions.

[17:20] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded to the brunette, her own veiled interest finally showing, a soft snort on her breath as she perused the vial and considered it a moment before nodding "Hm... ten teeth, the eye... Only one? You're keeping the other or, was it damaged in the fight perhaps?" A moment's pause in consideration as she perused the woman's face then nodding once more as she continued "... the tongue for sure, and did you salvage any of the claws perhaps?" Her fingertips tapping lightly at the counter as she leaned forward to peer into the satchel if she could. Meri in business mode was quite a bit different than her usual more retiring sort, her gaze more direct and the characteristic blushes strangely missing.

[17:21] Emm'esta Thiadil (Emmaline Mynx): ((Sorry, guys! I've GOT to go! Hubby is being petulant! BIG hugs and thanks for the rp)) Emms moved toward the door, carefully stepping around Daisuke. "I need to check on the shop. And you," she pointed to Jace, "I will see very soon." Be afraid. Very afraid.

[17:21] Jace Blackwell: Gazes at his would be teacher as she speaks first in her eloquent graceful tongue, and then once again in his own. "Poetic words, beautiful even. I've no talent for such speech I'm afraid. I will say I am glad to have the fortune of having met you and look forward to your teaching...hopefully starting tomorrow. Until then..." Jace replied, offering her a salute, fist raised to his chest as he bowed slightly, turning to head for the exit.

[17:23] Daisuke (fangmassacre) would also head for the exit, seeing as Merialeth was deep in bargaining. But he gave a small wave and dip of his head as he moved back to the door, opening it up as he prepared to leave.

[17:26] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded. "Aye, tha other be fer me as weel," she affirmed about the eye. "Och but do hae some claws if'n yer a mind ta buy them, lass. 'Ere ye go then -" She'd plunged a hand back into her slowly emptying satchel and pulled out 2 claws from within. These were laid atop the counter, and the vial of blood she laid beside them as well. Then she shoved her hands back within the bag and pulled out a handful of teeth, counting only ten of them, the rest dropped back in. "Right .. an' ye'd wanted tha tongue too, so ye'd said," she murmured to herself, reaching to pull that out too, though this of course was in a jar. "So then ... wyvern blood ... ten teeth, two claws, an eye, the tongue ... " Cedar glanced back up to the brunette with a look inquisitive as to whether she'd wanted anything else.

[17:27] Venus walked into the magic shop. She needed to a book on enchantment for simple spells. She figured she could start practicing enchanting things. When she looked around she was surprised to see some many people. " she looked to woman from before behind the counter and smiled "Hello again."

[17:29] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) dashed Jace a smile, her murmur of "See you then..." offered with a warm smile, then shifted her gaze to Daisuke as well as he slipped out the door, the apologetic glance offered with a "I will come find you in a bit, if you'll be about? I'm glad to see you..." before shifting her attention back to the woman before her and watching the group of items get laid out across the counter... Her brows furrowed in though, the deep inhale and blowing out of breath between her teeth as she glanced back to the woman "Any of the organs, heart, or the like, or did you er... make use of them already? Other than that, I'm intrigued to see what you want for it?" Nodding her head towards the other woman, she'd add a "Good afternoon, I'll be with you in just a moment..." (I need to relog, bear with me just a couple.)

[17:34] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) focused upon the brunette for the question she'd asked and pursed lips together as the magic shop cleared out. She went to speak - but another entered and Cedar paused, tossing a brief and absent smile over her shoulder to the other - then she looked back to the brunette behind the counter and tilted her head. "Aye. I've tha heart lass. An' tha liver, some o' tha bowels. Cuidna gather much more'n tha' an' a portion o' tha stomach though, aye? Fer it was verra tore up through the middens in bein' slain. An' which o' those wuid ye hae a mind fer then?"

[17:36] Venus nodded happily before she looked around a bit more as she waited

[17:39] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) shook her head at the rest, the heart was all she'd wanted - "Just add that to the list if you please, and what would you be wanting for it all?" Her eyes training back on the satchel, her fingers drifting towards the jar with the tongue in it, lifting it and studying it carefully before settling it again to the counter and nodding her contentment. A quick "Thank you miss" offered to the other who was perusing the shop and shifted her attention back to the brunette, belatedly adding "I'm Meri by the way..." ths faint chuckle on her breath though she knew others had said her name, still - it was the theory of the thing.

[17:43] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded - then stopped and smiled at the brunette for the name. "Ye can call me Cedar, aye? Like tha trees - if ye'd e'er seen tha type." A broader smile and small hands reached back into her satchel, moving this, sliding that, until another jar was brought forth. This one, Cedar kept held between her hands, rested on her thigh as she sat atop the counter. But she looked the other items over a moment, considering their worth. "A gold piece wuid do tha trick, lass."

[17:46] Venus waited patiently for the the woman to get to her. She was still thinking of the exact book she wanted for practicing enchanting

[17:53] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) honestly wasn't surprised, though her eyes crinkled up at the corners and the soft purr of merry laughter passed her lips as she perused the items as well, then Cedar's face. "Oh it would, would it? Though even as rare as that might be right there?" nodding her head towards the heart resting in the jar "A gold itself would be far more than you'd be able to get for the lot." She'd consider a moment.. brows furrowed, eyes tracing over each in turn, the ideas of what she'd had planned still fresh in her mind. "Let's see here though... the claws, only two, ten teeth..." Trailing off as she glanced up at Cedar again, then shook her head "Fourteen silver, and we'll call it good."

[17:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) merely smiled, hands still holding the jarred wyvern heart. "An' fer 14 siller I cuid sell tha heart alone, lass!" she said in mock affrontion. She let out a breath and gently moved the jar from one hand to the other. "Eighteen then, aye? But I'll no' go any lower if'n tha heart's part an' parcel o' wha' ye'll buy."

[18:01] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) could have pushed for sixteen, considered it, her lower lip tugged between her teeth then nodded "Alright, you've got me at sixteen. None else would know any of the value of it and would likely toss it on a grill for eating. At least you know here it'll be used for it's properties, not just another meal. Besides the fact that agreement of Emms and her business will do you well here, should you happen to need or find somewhat else of trade to be sure. I deal well with those that treat my employees well." Her head tipping aside as she kept her gaze on Cedar, and dashed a quick glance and smile over to the one waiting, appreciating her patience.
[18:02] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): (at seventeen)

[18:05] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) eyed Meri consideringly and then smiled wide and bright. It'd been a fair day for business today and she'd little complaint. So Cedar nodded her head and settled the jarred wyvern heart amongst the other goods. "Done then," she lilted out, her soft voice a bit pert for the enthusiasm she held. "An' future business is a'ways welcome, lass. I do well fer those who do sae fer me, do remember." She winked and then closed her satchel while waiting for the coin.

[18:07] Venus looked back to the woman behind the counter with a smile. she could hear that she was just about done she and finished up being nosy and step towards the counter.

[18:10] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) was already reaching for her pouch, fingers dipping within as she considered her own day's events, and not yet finished yet besides. Seventeen bright shiny silver coins tugged free from the depths without looking then stacked five high, three rows, and the two offset and placed aside. Unlike Emms, she wouldn't reach to shake, too much of her own issues at bay, but she'd dip her head politely and offer a warmly-spoken "It's good doing business with you, Cedar. I look forward to the next of your encounters, and perhaps the story of how you came across this as well." The soft purr on her breath as she nodded towards the items and let Cedar take hold of the coins before collecting the teeth and claws into a small bag from under the counter. "If you happen to find anything else you may think is of interest, by all means, do let me know, won't you?"

[18:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) scraped the coins across the counter to her side - but these she dropped within her satchel, her coin purse already overfull. "A'course," she said gaily. A moment was taken to close the satchel tight and then sling it over her shoulder again, most of its burden gone. "Weeeel," she drawled, body shifting to slide her back down to the floor. "Seein' as ye mention it - ye cuid tell me such thins as yer in need o' aye? Fer yon wee potions an' brews an' tha likes. There's no fairer eye than mine in findin' what's wanted from tha plants an' bitties o' tha earth. Fer guid or ill - if'n ye've a need, I can abide."

[18:18] Venus walked over to the counter and placed her hands on the counter. "Hi, I was wondering if you have book on doing simple enchantments? I need to practice enchanting."

[18:22] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) chuckled softly once more, her own good nature still in place, regardless of having spent the funds. She knew she'd get it bck, in spades, for what she didn't use in her own. "Hm... at the immediate moment, I can make up a list for you and have it to you in a day or so, hm? I like to meander and find some of it myself, but I'm always intrigued to see another's methods of collecting. Stop by tomorrow, or let me know where I can find you - and I'll get back with you on that, sound alright?" Her eyes flicking over as she perused the woman still patiently observing, "And what was it that you were needing miss? Ahh - yes indeed, I have just the thing..." Her gaze flicking back to Cedar as she added, stepping to the scrollcase behind her, "If I try to list out things now, it'll be hurried and I know I'll forget something, will that work?" Her fingertips tracing over the case as she hummed again softly under her breath, the soft descant teasing at the womens' ears. Meri'd pause as one of the scrolls glowed when her fingers neared it, the tug towards her and quick perusal before she'd move back to the coun
[18:22] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) and nodded to the one asking. "Here you go... that'll be... hm..." Thinking a moment then nodding "Fifteen copper, it's simply a base, but it'll get you started, and as you get more skilled I have other things to help you progress."
[18:22] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): counter*)

[18:26] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) stepped aside as the other woman neared the counter. Goddess knew she'd taken up enough of the brunette's time with her business whilst the woman had been waiting. Still, she watched Meri, nodding here and there, letting her know she'd been heard, agreeing with the making of a list. "Aye tha'll do fine," she murmured. "Can swing round in a day or twa then ta get yon list, as ye say lass." Still, she didn't turn and leave then, but lingered, though she also didn't speak. There was the business occurring between the others and she seemed content to wait.

[18:31] Venus reached in the pocket of her dress and only realized she only had 10 copper left after she had bought some herbs for a medicine she was trying to prefect. "Would you be willing to sell sell it for ten copper?" she asked shyly. Maybe after this she ould go and beg Hilde to give her an advance on her next pay if she could not get the book today.

[18:34] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) dashed Cedar a smile over, "Wonderful... I look forward to seeing you." Her attention then shifting back to the one who'd asked about enchanting, the same warm smile offered to her as well as she listened to them both and started to carefully place her new 'treasures' beneath the counter for now til they could be properly cataloged. The woman's question brought her up short, the tip of her head as she perused the woman's face a moment. "When would you have the other five?" Her voice softened a bit, though her gaze was still as direct while she waited for the woman to reply. She'd noticed Cedar's lingering, but for the moment, stayed focused on the one before her.

[18:38] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) just stood, waiting and attentive to the conversation between the two - even though she probably should have given the woman privacy as she began to speak of not being able to meet the cost.

[18:39] Venus fidgeted a bit as she thought. "Well, It would depend if the infirmary can give me an advance on my next pay." she smiled a bit nervous. "But I promise I'll pay in full for it!" she rushed to say.

[18:48] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) 's eyes held on the woman, finally nodding slowly "I'd expect no less were someone to make a promise." Her brows furrowed a moment, knowing she'd seen the woman before, but the place escaping her. "Alright, if you're not able to get an advance, bring me some sort of note from your employer, and I'll hold it as a promissory note. When you bring me the five remaining, I'll count us even. How's that?"
[18:48] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) then slid the scroll across the counter and offered a smile.

[18:53] Venus smiled eagerly and nodded like a happy child. "Yes! Thank you so much. The infirmary is just across the way. I'll ask Hilde as soon as I go over there." she pointed in the direction of the infirmary, she then reached into her pocket and pulled out the 10 copper to give the manager.

[18:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded and couldn't help the smile that answered the woman's eagerness. She'd wait til the coin was offered, taking it in hand and nod towards the scroll, murmuring "That's fine, just let me know by tomorrow. I know she can be a bit... cranky at times..." the soft chuckle on her breath as she stepped back and added "If there's anything else you need, be sure to let me know."

[18:57] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) drew in a breath, thinking the business close enough to done that she could jump back in. "D'ye hae anythin' ye cuid be sellin' that'd help wi' tha enspellin' of damage away like?" she asked Meri as soon as the brunette ceased speaking.

[19:03] Venus nodded. "I shall return tomorrow with a note or payment. Which ever she decides to give." she smiled and reached out for the book. She wasn't sure if the manager would let her take the book or not

[19:05] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) flicked a glance back over at Cedar, the soft chuckle on her breath as the brunette chimed back in, another dip of her head and good-natured nod "Indeed, I do..." Moving to a different section of the scrollcase... her fingers again shifting over the shelves, that soft hum on her breath, though she'd reach the end, breaking off to mutter under her breath and cast a glance upwards at where Damien was sprawled out in a corner. "Lil short-lifer messing with my scrolls again..." the soft sigh on her breath and spinning on her toes, that soft rustling sounding as she peered down at the pile of books haphazardly settled, then turned back as she sensed the woman's hesitation. "Go on ahead, I'll see you tomorrow then hm?" Then crouched down to tug a scroll from behind the pile. Straightening and turning back in one smooth movement, the air seeming to brush into the close confines of the scrolls as she pivoted on her toes and made her way back to Cedar. "Fifteen copper it'll be..." with a chuckle on her breath as she presented the scroll to the brunette.

[19:06] Jamison Blackwater sighed as he walked into the Auguriis, but he paused as he saw the pair of women already at the counter. Frowning faintly to himself, he quietly moved past the pair, looking over the various scrolls on the shelf as he folded his arms over his chest, a faint frown on his lips.

[19:09] Venus grabbed the book and hugged it to her chest happily. Just as she was about to leave she say the jewelry maker she had met before. "Oh hello Jamison. How are you this day?" she greeted him with a smile

[19:10] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) grinned as Meri went to find a scroll to give her for what she'd asked. A glance to the woman excited for the leniency Meri'd shown in regards to payment and then Cedar looked over towards the man who'd entered in. A bob of her head absently to them both and Cedar turned back to Meri, hand slipping into her purse of coin to pull out the coppers named. "Aye then," she said, one silver and five coppers slid along the countertop. "Dint supposen ye be ha'in any who's handy wi' that type o' spell an' cuid teach me a thin' or twa?"
[19:11] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): I mean OOPS. Not one silver because currency changed - just 15 coppers boo))

[19:16] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) flicked a glance over as he came in, the soft dip of her head in greeting with a quiet "Good evening..." as she continued with Cedar. The other's excitement met with a indulgent smile of her own, knowing how she'd felt herself in that circumstance, "Have a good evening, miss" then turned back to watch the fifteen coins slid across the counter to be retrieved. Meri'd pass the scroll over to Cedar as she nodded "As a matter of fact, this is one I'm well-practiced with, I could certainly offer you lessons as well - though the cost is a bit different for the lessons. We can work that out however if you're interested." Her gaze flicked back to the man and added "I'll be with you in just a brief moment."

[19:19] Jamison Blackwater paused browsing the scrolls to frown over his shoulder at Venus and reply bluntly, "Exasperated." He then sighed and turned around towards Meri, holding up the emerald he had been given at the beginning of his training and said, "This! This little bastard right here has given me no end of grief. I don't care how many times I try it, I cannot get the spell to bind because it always feels like I'm trying to force a piece of rock through a piece of iron. It's not melding." Shaking his head, he folded his arms over his chest and added, "Take your time, but when you get the chance, I was hoping you might have a book on Enchanting that I might be able to look over. Maybe there's some trick or alternate method that'll keep me from tearing my hair out trying this."

[19:21] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) took the scroll in hand and seemed to consider a moment. "Aye ... do think as I'd better. I'm no' a guid hand wi' tha magicks o' healin' like. So's takes me a fair bit more'n tryin' ta learn tha spell --" Her words halted for the sudden abrupt exclamation that came from the man and Cedar cocked a brow at Meri with a wryness to her grin. "Tha' one'll be bald heided soon, jus' watch," she lilted to the elf. Then, " How much then fer tha lessons?"

[19:24] Venus smile dropped a bit at Jamison bluntness. "Oh ok. Well I hope you feel better." she said softly. She looked to the manager and nodded her head. "I will be back tomorrow. thank you again." The turned and walked out of the shop with the book securely in her arms.

[19:25] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) lifted a brow as she caught the tone of his voice, craning her neck around to peruse the green stone she knew he'd been working with. A brow shooting up as she listened then nodded slowly "Indeed, bear with me a moment, and I'll be glad to find you something to work with. Perhaps it's the difference in methods that's throwing you off." After all the lilt of Elven through another's lips could be... harsh at times, she'd heard the same from Padi when she taught him, and well - it just couldn't be helped for some. Her eyes flicking back as Cedar spoke, nodding warmly "That's qute alright, I'm sure between the two of us we can help impress it into your head." The grin returned in the same tenor, her usual merriment apparent in her gaze as she replied without batting an eyelash "Lessons are a silver per." then waved as the woman from the infirmary headed out "Have a wonderful evening, miss..." and returned her gaze back to Cedar to get her decision.

[19:29] Jamison Blackwater nodded briefly, softening as he saw Venus' expression fall, and he commented, "Eh, I'm sure I'll find a workaround. Don't worry about me." He winked at her before nodding once to Meri, turning his attention back to the scrolls with his arms folded over his chest, letting out a soft sigh as he did so.

[19:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was just happy there'd be someone to help her try to figure it out. It'd been holy hell for her to try and learn how to make a magical Panacea and that she wondered if she'd only gotten on account of her being Fae. She created magical toxins like the sort a panacea could cure from so she'd already understood them in one way. Meri was given another smile and then the scroll she'd been given was tucked away under a satchel flap. "Aye then," she said with a nod, showing the arrangement agreeable to her. "Will look fer ya on tha morrow, like. -- I mun be off!" She turned on her heel and threw up a hand in similitude of a wave as she headed for the door.

[19:40] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) chuckled watching Cedar go "Til then..." offered with a smile, and spun lightly on her toes to peruse him again, head tilted as she murmured "And what will we do with you..." then chuckled good-naturedly. The place she'd pulled the other scroll from for Venus returned to, that soft hum on her breath as she reached for the same spot, only to find it empty. The mutter under her breath of "Damien...." then shook her head and went to the -other- end of the case, digging and finally shaking her head. Her fingers tracing over the case a moment, shaking her head, then cast a glance to that emerald once more as if considering. The pitch of her hum changing to a soft descant of song, the gem glowing briefly in his hand, then winked out. A nod of contentment, then reached for one of the other smaller books, peered inside -it- and nodded once more before presenting it to him. "There you go. That, will be 30 coppers."

Cedar thought Crystiel's idea to try the spell she sought to learn on wounded animals in the wild a very good idea. So ... she went off into the forest, with her bow in hand, and sought to find one such animal to wound -- FOR SCIENCE! Or ... in this case ... magick.

[16:39] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was out to get shite done! She'd her bow drawn with an arrow in hand and eyes that darted left then right. She held her body low, creeping through the wilds, though in truth creeping was a thing she'd little need for - she couldn't /be/ heard. Still, it made things difficult at times when the animals around her new she was coming, the foreboding of Death come to call making them lie still and low in wait, hoping it would pass. And if they saw her they'd run and hide as well, realising her for what had brought their uneasiness on -- and so she moved low through the brush and bramble of the woods, body blending into the area around her, steps careful to make little stir.

[16:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) on she went, low and stealthy as she visually could be. Up one hill, through a copse of trees, and then Cedar spied a little pond. Her mouth curved, for where ponds rested in stillness, fowl was sure to be found. And so she settled herself in the shade of a larger of the trees, and prepared herself to wait. It was the passage of time that would eventually make the animals start to ease despite her presence, this she knew. The passage of time where she must endeavor not to shift or move in a way that drew attention her way. A breath in, and she counted the beats of her heart before she let it pass from her lips again, feeling the tree which she leaned against and willing herself to fall into the rhythm of the forest she crouched hidden within.

[17:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): The minutes wore on and still Cedar waited. Her eyes scanned the pond and the various fowl that lingered about it. They laid upon the water or nested at the water's edge, and ever so slowly, gradually, they began to uncoil themselves, began to wade the waters or take to the skies, sounds of birdsong along the air as they felt the danger must assuredly have passed. And yet still, she waited. Though now, her waiting was with the slow rising of her bow, miniscule increments bringing it align to her sight. She set the arrow and slowly drew the string back, face turned and another loosed breath. She set her sights upon a goose, then turned them instead to a swan -- surely she'd be more sympathetic to a beautiful swan's plight were it to be wounded, that was her thinking. And after and small shift of her form to better aim, Cedar let her arrow fly.

[17:11] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): The moment her bow string released, the wildlife around the pond knew they'd made a mistake. Birds took to the sky in a flurry of wings, animals scattered and calls to each other and in warning were made. But it'd been too late for the swan had been her aim. No sooner did the arrow hit her mark and Cedar rose from where she'd nested herself in the large tree's shadow. She slung her bow on her back and jogged through the brush and the reeds, moved through the water till she reached the swan's side. But when there, it wasn't the merciful snap of neck that she applied to the fowl. Instead, Cedar stooped, the pitiful sounds made causing her lips to turn downward in a frown, and Cedar rested gentle fingers atop of the form as she guided it to the rocks at the edge of the pond, not wishing it to drown.

[17:16] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): This was the moment that Cedar had hoped to reach; the moment where an animal she adored lay wounded and in need of aid and she would find the drive that let her master some form of a hold upon the healing spell. She tried not to think about how the swan seemed disturbed she was there - that was bound to happen as it had been injured, and it didn't occur to her there was any issue in the fact that /she/ had done the injury it now sustained. Instead, she let her fingers trail along the bloodied feathers and brought the scroll's notes about the spell up within her mind. Her lips moved, whispering the incantation she thought best suited for it, even though speaking of words to cast was not her usual means. And yet now, unlike before, it seemed harder to grasp, the spell remaining even more intangible within her mind as if it denied her the very grasp she sought to gain.

[17:22] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) began to flail then. She flailed mentally as she fought for the control she knew she should have and she flailed emotionally as she watched the swan begin a slow and tortuous descent towards its death. She continued to batter her mind as she fought with the mana she held, trying to shape it into a thing of healing when she'd harmed another only moments before and when yet more time had passed to little avail, she began to physically flail. "Feck!" she muttered vehemently with a splash of her hand on the water in which she stood. She began to pace, gaze fixed furiously upon the swan with a shake of her head before she reached into her pocket and withdrew a crystal that was opalescent like the moon. Stooping now, Cedar brought the crystal to the swan's feathered back and began to channel her magic into it, hoping it would increase her focus and thus, her handle upon the spell.

[17:31] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Despite her efforts, despite the crystal and the ways she knew to focus her magic's hold and power, it was to no avail. And though Cedar knew it'd be the kinder thing to snap the swan's neck now, she couldn't bring herself to see it killed when healing it had been her aim. So she shoved the crystal back within her pocket and gathered the swan to her bosom before rising from the way she'd stooped. The swan, far wilted and lacking in blood at this point had no energy to really struggle and gave a few pitiable sounds of protest instead. Gaelic words came lilting and hushed from Cedar, meant as soothing bits of comfort spoken nonsensically to the swan. And with an eye turned in the direction of civilization, Cedar headed off to the magic shoppe, in hopes she'd find Meri and could start on those lessons.

A quaint morning, spent in lazy discussion with Cailean and including talk of the land's bounty and the reading of a naturalist compendium.

[10:43] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) had enjoyed a morning of lazing in the bed, sleeping in, dozing in and out - and thing she infrequently did and though her time within Cailean's home had been short, it was something he'd likely realise for how she was up early most days. When she did leave the bed, she'd brushed her hair and dressed in a more or less simple gown, thrown a belt around her hips, and painted her face. Why Cedar chose to paint designs upon her face one day and not another was anyone's guess. for there seemed little rhyme or reason to that particular aspect of her morning routine. But once she felt ready to take on the day she'd grabbed an apple, and gone over to the corner of the home that had quickly become her own, a hand lowered to flip through pages of one of her compendiums whilst she browsed it and nibbled the apple in her hand.

[10:53] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): When Cailean awoke, it was with the simple certainty that he was alone. The was a warmth he felt on the bed near to him that told him that the woman who had laid there had only recently left, but he rolled onto the spot and buried his face on the pillow where her head must have rested. He could not smell her. Disappointed, he rolled again onto his back and slowly sat up, pushing away the covers as he at first tried to blink away, then rub away the crustiness around his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of her legs as her dress came down over them, missing what he might've enjoyed watching. He watched as she put on her belt and the paint on her face, thinking that it was, despite his earlier disappointment, nice to have someone in the house with him. After a moment, he rolled out of bed, reaching between his legs to cup his loins, moving them and conjoling them into a more comfortable position, and then he went to the woman. "Cedar." He greeted her sleepily, moving up behind her so that
[10:53] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): he could wrap his arms around her waist and bury his face in her hair, finding once again that her warm, earthy, feminine scent was returned to him. It was an affectionate gesture and an intimate embrace. His body, already awoken, sent a jolt through his loins, but he chose not to act on it, instead only holding her for as long as he needed to feel the solidness of her body and the fragrance of her scent. After, he stepped away and reached for his leather trews, turning away from her so that he could pull them on. For the moment, it seemed as though he might have shaken off the strangeness that accompanied him the night before.

[11:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) had heard the moment Cailean began shifting about on the bed, but thinking he might wish to continue sleeping as well, she'd left him undisturbed and went about the home. When he came up behind her, arms wrapping about her body and head burying itself in her hair, her shoulders shifted with the shiver that passed down her back, the solidness and warmth of him intermingling with the way she seemed acutely aware of the shape of him that was pressed against her form. "Mornin' mo stór," she answered, the soft lilt of her voice particularly pronounced since she'd only just awoke a short time before. She'd let her eyes close and her body lean back against his for the duration in which he held her close, and though she'd no idea what moved through his head, or the night before, she found herself worrying over the ease that seemed to dwell between them most days and the sharpness of the attraction they felt. "I'd no' made anythin' fer eatin'," she said when he moved from her. A bite was taken of her apple,
[11:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): and she leaned forward again to turn yet another page. "Figgered as ye'd like ta do sae yerself -- ye'd been e'ery morn."

[11:42] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): It was a worry he shared, one that sat in the forefront of his mind more often than he'd have liked or wanted. Sometimes he sat and compared, the sharpness of the lust he'd felt for Isobel and that which he felt for Cedar. Isobel had left him desperate, a knife to his gut. Cedar--.. there was a wholesomeness about that very sharpness, a desire that loomed stronger, and it was something that seemed more natural to him. The idea that they simply shared good chemistry not one that he'd considered, though she'd confessed to him that she'd felt the same attraction. Perhaps it was that Isobel was a conjuration of his mind and Cedar, an attraction of the body. Which was stronger? Which should have been stronger? Where was his wife, who was an ache of his heart? And why did it seem harder to remember her? Cailean was glad that this morning, it seemed as though none of these thoughts had grown to strangle him the night through. Not bothering to put on a shirt, he nodded, padding across the floor to the
[11:42] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): kitchen where he tossed a log onto the glowing embers in the stove, poking it once or twice to get it going before he shut the door and reached for a few eggs and some of the sausage that hung over it. "Aye, a chuisle," he replied, deciding that he'd remembered enough of his mother's tongue and picked an appropriate endearment in which he might surprise her with -- to call her a throb of his heart, or the pulse in his veins. It seemed apt in more ways than one. He got some potatoes out as well, slicing them and leaving the skin on while he loaded them into a pot of water, set onto the stove to boil. A pan was set there too and while things heated, he came back to Cedar, standing at her side; he looked over the book she'd opened and set his hand on her hip, holding her so that her shoulder bumped against his chest. Cailean seemed as though he did that often, placing himself in such a way that he was close and present, but he was well away from her working arm and hand.

[11:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It worked. Cedar /was/ surprised when the term of gaelic endearment passed from his lips. Was it more surprising, she wondered, that he knew what she'd said and responded in kind? Or that he had chosen what he had by which to refer to her with affection. It'd earned him a glance from her, over her shoulder and with the subtle lift of both brows. But a smile moved faintly over her lips a moment after and she turned back to the book she read instead. Another page turned, and when Cailean drew near he'd see the sketchings of various plantlife upon it with scribbled notes here and there, for it was a compendium of information that suited her forays into the wild and her craft. "Been lookin' these ower," she murmured in that half distracted way of a scholar. "Am wantin' ta place tha plants an' bitties as I'd been seein' about tha isle, aye? Figger ou' if'n there's any as I dint a'ready ken - refresh me mind on tha ones tha' I do ..." Her body shifted, moving her hip against the palm that rested against
[11:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): it and after a moment she tilted her head so she can cast a surreptitious glance his way. "Ye seem in fine spirits this morn." Though it was a statement, she spoke it with the hint of a question held within her tone, all too mindful of the oddness of his mood the night before.

[12:14] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Cailean grinned, pleased that he'd been able to startle the fae. How many men could claim to do that? His grin warmed into a smile as he nodded, giving her book another look over while he went back to tend the stove, using a little bit of the fat from the wyvern to coat the inside of his pant before he cracked a couple of the swan eggs he'd harvested into the pan, filling the room with a rich, gamey scent. A couple of the smoked sausage links, stuffed with some of the wyvern meat, fell into the pan as well and he just let things sit to cook. When the potatoes had boiled a little, he dumped the water out into a barrel and quickly chopped the still steaming vegetables, dropping them off to the side in the pot as well. Herbs were added, and then he moved back to lean against Cedar's desk, this time with his back against the wall so that he could face her. "Aye, no thanks to you," he replied with a wry smile. [THIS PART CENSORED] though without a doubt the questions that plagued him would return later. For now, he worked to enjoy the moment they'd constructed here in his home, of man and woman, of cooking eggs, sausage, potatoes and the smell of roasting fat while they spoke of alchemy and other things. "The Isle's vegetation seems rather diverse; many of the things that we'd think of as uncommon are the opposite here, I think. Mostly because people only came to settle here fifteen years ago. It was wild before that -- though some say the Goddess here herself raised it from the sea." His gaze drifted to her face and he watched her, out of simple joy and appreciation for the lines of her face.

[12:21] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) cracked a grin, amused and relieved in the same. If she brought him reprieve from his grief and desperation then she succeeded in her aim, and that sort of success, Cedar felt, would eventually lead the man to happier heart, a brighter soul, and a more fulfilling life. "Worth tha price o' yer soul?" she said in a way teasing and yet probing, curious if he found it to be. When he rested himself against the desk, she turned her smile down towards the compendium she browsed. "Ahh ..." was murmured and a small nod of her head came with the sound. "'Tis a young land yet then, in tha ways o' man."

[12:39] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) nodded. "Aberwyth is small and much of the isle remains undiscovered. Before fifteen years ago, only the mer knew of this place and as well you know, they weren't likely to be wandering through a wild land. The dwarves claim to have been here before as well, though I've not seen any sign of it. Maybe if I went digging deep enough?" He chuckled and there was a moment where he just paused to appreciate her work. She had a deft hand, one which he wouldn't have been surprised if it was overlooked due to her her otherworldly beauty. She was a woman worthy of love, he'd decided -- if the fae knew of things of love and the like. He didn't know, but there was a part of him that wondered if it would be better if neither of them let themselves love at all. They could still be a man and a woman together, and who'd ever heard of the fae loving anyone? He set his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them warmly before he departed from her side again to tend to his pan. "Not sure about that yet," he told her
[12:39] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): after a moment. "Would be the sum of all my life's works and struggles, aye? And I'm not sure I can claim that any woman deserves all that after a few pleasant nights." The sound of him grinning could certainly be heard in his voice [THIS PART CENSORED].

[12:46] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) grinned as well, though his small lesson on the isle's history was being neatly tucked away within her mind. "Weeel an' yer no' jus' askin' fer a few now, are ye lad?" she bantered back, the teasing clear within her voice. Yet it reminded her of his question f marriage and the grin swiftly faded to allow a more serious and somber expression of thought and consideration take its place. She found herself only too glad then that Cailean had walked away, and in an effort to push herself from such serious tangents her mind had drifted down, focused more intently upon the page beneath her hand, falling silent again.

Having spied what looked like a new Tannery of sorts within Aberwyth the night before, Cedar went en force the following day, with various goods she thought might have been good for selling. Spied a bounty board within and kept a few of them in mind for future hunting!

[12:49] .: Waltzing into the Trapsmith's threshold, your eyes and nose immediately sting from the smell of tanning hides and boiling chitin. A young and eager boy with firey red hair greets you behind the counter with an enthusastic wave, his arms covered in coils of rope. 'If you need anything,' he greets, 'Gimme a holler!' The sounds of faint snoring comes from your right, as you notice a small fennec fox dozing, little snorts coming out of it's petite nose as the animal takes a light snooze.

[12:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) 's eyes and nose didn't sting from the scent, not like how most's would. She was far too familiar with such and had been so for far too many decades at this point. In fact, when she entered, she did so with a satchel slung over her shoulder that was rather weighted down. And after a pause to glance about the shop's interior, Cedar turned to the long-eared behind the counter with a smile. "'Guid day t'ye, lass!" she said in a quiet lilt that held no small amount of pep. "Dint be supposen as ye'd hae any interest in tha bits o' a wyvern, aye?"

[12:57] Chione (Bokystroki) Chione's ears perked up, her mouth curving up into a beaming grin. "Wyvern ye say? Well, didja hear that, Rob?" she commented, turning to her young apprentice, who stared at the woman with awe. The apprentice was a young boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, and obviously a street urchin. Such a prize would definitely be a new experience for him to see. "Looks like I'll be showin' ya how use thar claws sooner than I thought!" Chione laughed, a warm aura filling the room as she does so. The child put his rope down, too distracted to practice his sailor knots as he opens his arms up to the woman, wanting to feel the merchandise as the elfish maiden looked back to the customer again. "O'course we'd be taken tha' off yer hands! Whatche got to offer?"

[13:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded, with a glance cut to the side for the suddenly enthralled young man. Cedar flashed him a grin and with a heft of the satchel up her shoulder she strode to the counter -- or at least, she looked as if she had. The noise of her doing so however was missing, even though she didn't seem to be trying to move with any stealth. On further reflection it might also be noted that unless she was speaking there wasn't any sound at all to give the fae away as being present - not a breath, not a jingle of metal, weaponry, or jewelry - not a thing. But she slid the satchel off her shoulder and set it on the counter with both hands coming to rest proprietarially upon it. "If'n I'd known ye were 'ere afore I'd done butchered tha thin' lass ..." came wry and with a shake of her head. "I've tha head still though, if'n ye'd like it. An' a few o' it's teeth yet, various bones."

[13:08] Chione (Bokystroki) clasped her hands together in delight, "Ah - now th'head I can happily stuff for ye at no charge fer a trophy, that'll be an excellent thing for yer mantle at home!" the elf cooed, before counting on her fingers, "Th'bones will be excellent to trade as well, an' the teeth. How many do ye got?"

[13:15] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) grinned, cheeks dimpling for the short time she did. Her hands grew busy, opening the satchel and pulling out a wrapped item that, with the scent and the gloopy way the wrapping stuck together, could only have been the head. She set this upon the table and then her hands dove back, pilfering out three teeth and a smattering of various bones. "Only tha three fer tha teeth, aye? Werena sae many as were worth anythin' ta begin wi' an' I'd keep one or twa fer meself. As fer tha bones. These were all I cuid manage though I've a few larger ones yet at home." It looked to be various bits of the creature - bones from the spine, from the ribs, and so on. Nothing so large as would have been from the limbs.

[13:29] Chione (Bokystroki) 's golden eyes shifted from piece to piece, marveling over them. Yet, she kept her poker face on, not wanting to show just exactly how keen her interest was - for showing too much want was a terrible bartering tactic. It didn't help however, that her apprentice was practically vibrating how much excitement was contained within him, to which she'd have to chastise and teach him about haggling at a later date. "Lemme see..." she murmured, picking up each piece and calculating in her head, nodding in approval when she came up with an adjustment, and setting each piece to the side, one by one, and placing pieces of coin on her scale. "Well, sense it ain't the whole body or hide, 'course it goes down from it's value of fifteen pieces o'gold, ye know." she explained, "I'll part with, les sae, seventy-five silvers, for all this? 'Course if you dun' want the head, I can throw in an extra fifteen, for a total of ninety." she nodded paying very close to the woman that made no sounds. It did give her an eerie
[13:29] Chione (Bokystroki): feeling, being paranoid of magical beings, but she'd never turn down a customer with goods.

[13:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was just as keenly watching the elf, bartering and the practices thereof something she was no stranger to. As such, neither the way the elf failed to show her level of interest nor the way the red-headed lad thrummed with excited energy were missed by the fae. Aside from the random twitch of her ears, Cedar did not herself seem at all moved by the proceedings - so what a dull lot they'd have been in that moment, in their figuritive mexican standoff ala coin - if it hadn't been for the young lad! When the elf named her price, Cedar blinked at her and then made a gutteral sound in her throat. "Ninety'd be enough fer tha' lot, an' I dint gi' ye the heid, aye?" she said. Yet her voice was good natured, indeed perhaps even amused, and with an arch of a brow, she then said, "Make it six gold e'en an' ye can hae tha lot. An' the heid." What? She was willing to get rid of the head? Well, so it would seem.

[13:49] Chione (Bokystroki) began to do the math in her head. The wyven is about fifteen gold on the market, six gold wasn't too bad in comparison, still... "Make it four and ye got a deal." she grinned, holding up four fingers.
[13:50] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) blinked then and a furrow etched its way along her brow. "Four?" she said, sounding bemused. "Wha'? When ye'd jus' offered me ninety sillers fer tha lot a moment afore? If'n ye wish ta play ahrd lass, an' bring yer price down, then my answer's now seven gold fer tha lot, aye?" And in mimicry of the elf, Cedar held up seven fingers to mark her reply.

[13:55] Chione (Bokystroki) splutters, "seven gold? Nae four gold was highly reasonable!" she jargoned, holding up four fingers, but then displaying five fingers on her hand, that she scrunched and held out ten times. "Four gold, and fifty silvers."

[13:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) watched this display of mixed up fingers and slooooowly lowered her own hands. The elf made another offer and Cedar just stared at her a moment, drawing in a breath. But when she let it out she did so with a smile. "Aye then. Seems a guid deal, it does." Then nodded her head. "Four gold an' fifty sillers i'tis!"

[13:59] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) ||The spirit wolf headed to the place where Chione worked hoping to make a deal with the woman. As she came up to the building she scratched at the wooden door to see if anyone was there and if they would open the door.||

[14:01] Chione (Bokystroki) blinks, hearing a 'scrtch' sound, "C'mon in!" the elf beckoned, as she began to count out her coinage, putting them in a small knapsack pouch and handing them to the odd silent woman in front of her, "There ye are!" she cooed, "Is there anythin' I can help ya with?"

[14:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) counted the coins out as they were counted by the elf and finding the total satisfactory, and herself not thieved, took the pouch of coin. There would be that one moment, brief, when the pouch exchanged hands where Cedar could be heard, the sound of her breath and with it the faintest whiff of a floral scent -- violets -- before it was once again lost. "Aye then. Call me Little Tree lass. I'll be around more now'n I ken yer 'ere. An' if'n ye've anythin' special as ye'd like ta see hunted down - I'm yer lass." Dropping the pouch of coin into her satchel, Cedar hefted it back on her shoulder before casting a glance to the door.

[14:07] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) ||A grumbling sound could be heard from the other side of the door "I would if I could, can you open the door please" the voice was a bit muffled and had a bit of a growling wolf sound to it. She really needed to get that spell down so she could come in her elven form and still not be seen as her alias.||

[14:11] Chione (Bokystroki) motioned with her head to her apprentice, tilting it towards the door. The boy happily nodded, which made Chione smile and ruffle his hair, smacking the back of his head lightly to get him going. Scurring towards the door, the carrot topped child opened it wide, holding it for the next customer to come within.

[14:12] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): During which, Cedar turned to follow on the lad's heels - only to take note of the board on the wall. Cedar understood the rather human proclivity, of boards with writings and signs, things people had hopes of finding or getting done. And ever the enterprising fae that she was, her body drifted that way instead of the door, eyes scanning the contents for anything that might be of interest to her.

[14:16] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) ||The Spirit wolf gave the boy a grin before walking into the building. She saw Cedar, chuckling softly. Though she sneezed from the different scents in the room "I am looking for Chione, the owner of this place" rumbling out as she spoke to the kid. Careful of where she walked for she didn't want to knock anything over.||

[14:21] Chione (Bokystroki) tilted her head at the transcendental creature, shivering slightly. Things of this nature did make the hairs on the back of her head stand up, "Aye, tha'll be me." she swallowed, shifting her eyes between the creature and the woman looking at her tracker's board. Her apprentice patted her shoulder in reassurance, as the elven woman crossed her arms to seem not bothered by this unnatural thing in her shop.

[14:25] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) pulled a sheet off the board to keep on herself in her future sojourns in the forests. Then turned and eyed the spirit wolf that entered in. There was something familiar about it, something that made her begin to think over those she'd met since she came to the isle, but in truth, Cedar was ready to go - happy with her pouch of coin, her day's profits, and since it wasn't looking for /her/ she sidled on past it and to the door.

[14:29] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) ||Chuckled softly before giving Chione a smile "I am the Alpha of the Singarti, I have come to make a proposition for you Chione." A tilt of her head as she watched Cedar leave, though she did give a slight tilt of her head before looking back to the owner of the building.||

[14:32] Chione (Bokystroki) wriggled her fingers to the woman as she departed, though her eyes never left the wolf spirit. "Ah, proposition eh? I do enjoy a good proposition!" she attempted to jest, though her legs were firmly pressed together, "Whatja have fer me, ah....miss?" she wasn't sure what to say about that.

At the Augeriis, once her lesson had ended, Cedar acquires from Meri a list of items the Augeriis could use. Then Cedar later went about the isle with intention to gather. As she searched for the items she sought to gather, she took the opportunity to work on making her presence cause less unease to the wildlife about. Then later returned to the Augeriis with what she gathered from the woods.

[12:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) , naturally, was curious as to the sudden break in Meri's voice. Normally, she might even had asked after it as well but ... she'd enough of sadness and misery. despair, in her world these days what with Cailean and his sorrows, and so Cedar said nothing about it in the end. She merely nodded for what Meri said after and then shook her head. "Tha's all, aye? Savin' a'course tha' list ye said ye'd write up fer me o' thin's as ye cuid use ta be gathered?"

[12:21] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) blinked out of the momentary daze "Oh! Right, of course..." with everything else, she hadn't really gotten much of a list, but, she'd grab up a page and tug it to her, the quill and ink below the countertop as she quickly ran through a few items that she'd been hoping for. Some of it was easy stuff, some - might be a bit harder, but it took familiarity with the area. From what she'd seen with Cedar - that would hardly be an issue. "If you think of anything else, or items you recommend from your dealings here, by all means I'm open to new ideas. As long as it's workable, I'll happily reimburse you for the time and cost." She'd then pass the page over to Cedar after blowing on the ink to dry and gave a faint smile.

[12:24] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) could tell the woman had become distracted and again the surge rose within her, the curiosity that would have her ask why. But again, there was nothing, Cedar only watching as Meri became a flurry of action and scribbling of quill. And when she passed the list over, it was grasped with the tiny, grape-juice stained hand and a smile. "Aye then. Will see wha's ta be found on yer wee list then. An' will do sae if'n somethin' else occurs ta me." And just like that, the fae began around the counter towards the door with the list-holding hand lifted in the air as similitude of a wave. "I mun be off."

[12:29] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) gave a warm smile, the dip of her head offered as she corrects herself at the last second " T... I appreciate it Cedar - take care and I look forward to seeing what you bring me." Polite, and all that or no... even with Dai, Meri was careful to remember that cardinal rule. Don't thank a Fae, never know what might happen, even if you do trust them... "Have a good rest of your day..." her gaze darting out the window then furrowing her brows "Even if it's not very sunny out."

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[16:50] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) moved through the woods, a light sack slung over her arm, empty for the moment, and a list crumpled within her hand. She moved light and low, using this foraging as a time where she could try to work on her goal of keeping the unease she settled within the animals about her from growing to such a degree that it'd give her away. She kept to the shadows of the trees and chose the firm roots of them and the earth about by which to set her steps, ensuring she did not either leave a trail behind. And as she moved from one tree's shadow to the next, she kept her eyes alert and drew in breaths, searching for the flash of color or the delicate scent that would give away one of the myriad plants to be found.

[16:54] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It was frustrating to Cedar, to think that she gave her own self away and she did so when, according to others, she made nary a sound. Wasn't the silence she held the very thing others strove to become? Wasn't it ironic that now that she had it, it seemed to drive life away? Driving life away ... made her mind reflect upon the entry she'd wrote days ago in her journal and thus, she began to scowl. And as she'd grown distracted she stepped on a twig, that snapped, causing her body to freeze -- a very human instinct when one sought to be silent. And one that made her snort low under her breath when she realised such a snap caused by her was never heard by the world.

[16:59] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Such frustration and irony was soon abated however, for she saw a flash of color around the bend of a tree. With brows lifted, Cedar picked up her pace, still taking care to slink low with a body mostly hidden in the brush she passed by and the taller grasses. When she reached the plant, Cedar's stooped movement became a kneel and she brushed her fingers through the leaves and stems. This sort of work reminded her of a life far more quaint than the one she lead now. It reminded her of her youth and the very real and human desires and dreams she'd clung to then. A look of nostalgia pulled along Cedar's features, but she'd plenty of the forests yet to look through before she was done. So her fingers grew busy, snapping stalks of the plant from the stems and laying them to rest gently within the sack she'd brought along just for this task.

[17:04] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): On and on this game of seek and blend went on. Roaming the wilder lands of the isle from one side of it to the other, upwards and down. Cedar maintained her vigilant attempts to ease her passing. Continued to focus on making her unearthly presence bleed into the heartbeat of the forest as if it were a part meant to be there. And a few moments pause and consideration was given for every plant that caught her interest. Some gathered and bound within her sack to be delivered to the Augeriis, some done so simply for her own supplies. She continued in this manner for a handful of hours, for this was where Cedar felt the most comfortable within her skin. Never tiring, each action causing her instead to feel all the more restored. And eventually even her mind cleared of her troubles, as she let her explorations and discoveries instead fill her mind.

[17:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It was a beautiful land, rich and verdant and as yet mostly undisturbed. This made it easy for Cedar to lose herself within it. Almost the same way she'd sometimes lose herself in the spirit's world. Still she roamed, and her roaming turned to a slinking sort of wandering. Her sack was nearly full to the brim with random bits of plants threatening to spill out. And yet still she moved. From one shadow to the next, around one tree, behind a bush. Slipping through taller grasses and pacing her breaths, ears twitching as she listened to and then learned the forests own thrum. Her gathering slowly turned to things more fanciful, to the varied flowers she passed, pulling them for the brightness of their petals. Or the different kinds of grass, pulled for the length of their blades. She moved still, and now it was with busy hands, as flowers and grasses began to be plaited together, making items that were nothing short of fae.

[17:19] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It wasn't until the sun began to hang low and fat within the sky that Cedar's roaming turned from the idle pursuits it seemed to have found. She'd chains of flowers draped within her hair and had similarly adorned herself about the wrists. She looked happy in that moment, youthful and bright like the young maid she'd once been. And for a moment, as she looked to the sun's descent in the sky she thought she felt it as well, as if the ghost of herself had returned to give her this small happy reprieve. "Aye then," Cedar lilted to the world. "Best be on me way." Then she turned to head back the way that she had come, her steps no longer curving through the forest in search of the ways best suited to ease her passing and her eyes no longer searching for the treasures of the earth.

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[18:59] The Auguriis Magic and Oddities Shop: As you walk into the Auguriis, you are hit with an estrangement of different scents that are spread across the store; multiple herbs and magical ingredients, the occasional love potion, old books and scrolls, leather. An overly energetic and perky blonde haired male, Damien, is currently attending the store. Organizing and cleaning to his hearts content! Those with a magical ability will be able to sense that this store has been warded against thieves. [Any and all attempts to damage or steal from this property should be directed to the owner or an Admin.]

[19:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It was evening time by the time Cedar made her way round to the shoppe, but she did so with a sack slung over her shoulder brimming with bits and ends of plants. Likewise, her hands were still covered in dirts, some stains from plants here or there upon the skin - and yet, there was the usual absence of a scent to trail along with the small fae. Even now, when something earthy and pungent of herbs and grass should have filled the air. Just the same, save for the sound of the door opening and falling shut, there was no sound to belie the presence of another within the shoppe. And yet, once she'd reached the counter's end, Cedar's quiet voice could be heard lilting out, "Meri? Are ye 'ere, lass?"

[19:07] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) heard the door open and shut, the furrow of her brows as she glanced over and downstairs, only to catch the barest hint of Cedar's hair, but it was the voice that made her relax, the absence of scent always threw her off, but she'd never pressed to find out quite why. Her own softly musical voice calling down, "I am just up here, be down in just a moment." The quill set aside and the inkpot corked before Meri'd untuck her feet and rise, stretching a little then headed down the stairs. "What can I do for you today?" She'd inquire warmly, her eyes searching for and finding Cedar, her appearance bringing a grin to Meri's lips as she perused the other woman and gave a faint grin "Looks like you had fun, did the plants win, or yourself?" then stopped a few paces away.

[19:10] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) looked around the shoppe as she waited, content to do so since Meri was present. There was much within the walls of the quaint structure that grabbed her attention each time she arrived, and yet she'd managed thus far not to pry too much. When the elf appeared, Cedar cast a smile her way and drifted towards the counter to drop the sack of plants on it. "Och, tha plants'll a'ways win, lassie," she lilted good naturedly as she did. "Ye mun only hope as ye've tha righ' understandin' o' them tha' ye migh' catch them whilst they do."

[19:15] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) chuckles softly, nodding in understanding as her gaze flicked over towards the sack, then back to Cedar. Her own manners too much in place, even knowing that Cedar had brought them for her. "What were you able to find then?" The tones quiet as usual but somewhat hopeful, there were a few things she'd hoped to get a fresh stock of, and the Fae's local knowledge to Meri, was valuable, especially if she'd found something new. Exploring from the air didn't help much in trying to discover plant life... other than the realization that the forests here were amazingly dense! "And how are your studies going, any progress on that spell?"

[19:24] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) took a bit longer to post than usual because she got caught up in IMs, sorry Meri! But anyway -- Cedar grinned, stepping over to her sack and opening it up, pushing it Meri's way for her to take a look. "Jus' abou' e'erythin' as ye'd written on yer wee list, aye? She said. "Still a thin' or twa ye'll be in need o' on account o' it no' bein' tha righ' time. But I put a few in there as weel as ye'd no' written -- though' ye'd hae an interest in 'em aye?" Left vague as far as details go, because the list was an assumed thing!

[19:29] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) totally wasn't stressed on timing, cause - stuff happens, of course, but Meri'd peer over once it was offered, her bright gaze picking out the variety of items Cedar'd found, her mental list checked off, though she'd keep her expression neutral even if the elf was bouncing on her toes internally at some of the items. The soft rustling sounding behind her as she shifted forward and up then hummed softly under her breath. Her gaze sharpening as she felt the answering call in a couple of the items then nodded "Wonderful, well I appreciate you finding all this for me, what did you have in mind for reimbursement?" Granted Meri might not agree, but that was half the fun of it, yes?

[19:33] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) shrugged. She actually shrugged instead of naming a price out of the air. Did she mean to give them away for free? Or was it that --"How abou' tha rest o' me learnin' on this spell - free?" Ah and so there it was and it came with the usual smile. Mischief and delight lingered in her expression and she bobbed back and forth from heels to toes.

[19:40] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) tipped her head, waiting for Cedar's reply and when it came? Wasn't disappointed a bit, the soft purr of merry laughter bursting from her lips as she grinned widely and ducked her head once in a nod. "I think we can do that..." Did Meri mind in the slightest? Nah, not a bit... "So..." She'd peer back within the sack, a quick tally in her head then glanced back, "Two lessons then... if you think you'll still be needing that many, you hadn't said how you were getting along with your progress after your last visit..."

[19:43] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "Oh!" Cedar seemed only to then remember the question had been asked and gave a quick grin. "It hasna." She shrugged. "Been sae busy wha' wi' wanderin' tha isle an' -- weel moved me thin's ou' o' tha' stinkhole o' tha lower city an' inta a place in tha woods, aye? Much better there, do think. But ... I've no' had time fer carryin' on wi' yon spell. Migh'nt try ta read tha scroll again some this eve."

[19:49] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) was certain he was becoming the worst Guard Captain in all fifteen years of Aberwyth's history. He basically didn't do anything and hadn't made a single arrest, ever. He just walked around, showed his face, talked to people and heard about crimes that couldn't be followed up on. But! He had new recruits and there were arrests being made, so maybe he didn't look /that/ bad. That being said, he strolled into the Magic Shop, thinking about finally getting around to talk to Meri since his head was so thick with thought and he hadn't gotten around to spewing them onto his journal. Which he hadn't written in, really, since the first couple of times. He was surprised, however, that he saw Cedar here again, and moved to lean against the edge of the counter to listen in on their business and wait his turn.

[19:54] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded in understanding, her smile still warm on her lips as she murmured "Ah, completely understandable... I'd just wondered if you'd had any luck... So, let's see then..." her brows furrowing a moment as she considered what else she could explain. It was all so different from once caster to the next and though it seemed they'd had an epiphany of sorts the last visit, it was a matter of trial and error to find what worked, and well, more trials were needed! But then the door opened and Meri'd glance over, one hand in Cedar's sack, and looking faintly surprised as she caught sight of who it was. The expression shifting from surprise to a polite smile as she murmured her usual "Good evening, I hope everything is going well?" then started taking out the items they'd exchanged for, one hand tucking them into a separate pile on the lower counter while she counted out what was there, and flicked her eyes between them both as she worked.

[20:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) turned a glance over her shoulder when the door opened - but when she saw Cailean her features became a mixture of contradictions. There was surprise of course, and there was happiness to see him. But he had looked a bit surprised as well and that made her wonder why he was there if it hadn't been with intention to see her. And so she looked bemused, and then concerned. Slowly, her attention turned back to Meri and, well Cedar was a woman as much as any even if she held the mischief and fickle fancy of a fae. And she couldn't help but wonder then if it hadn't been for her at all that Cailean had arrived, but the elf, and she wasn't sure how to feel about that idea. So her face went neutral and nothing was said for a moment as she considered her next words. Then Cedar smiled, perhaps not as brightly as before but as friendly as it'd been all the same. "P'rhaps we cuid hae another lesson then in tha mornin', aye?"

Cedar and Cailean go hunting in the woods. They come across the markings of a stag and hunt it down. But are they hunting it or it them??

[11:25] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) moved through the woods, a bit distracted this time on account of Cailean having come with. It made it harder for her, to concentrate of blending herself into the forest's heartbeat, in making her presence more easy for the animals around to bear. "It'll be more difficult, y'ken," she lilted to him in a voice barely more than a murmured breath. "On account o' animals no' likin' when death comes ta call, aye?" Not that she hadn't already warned him he might find it more difficult to hunt with her than if it'd been merely him on his own. She found that she felt a bit self conscious of it, to be truthful, and was explaining it away. Still, much as she'd done before, she moved from the shadow of one tree to the next, body low and keeping to the height of most brush and grass. She made no sound in her passage but even so the world fell still as if they knew she was there, and Cedar drew her breaths in even measure, trying to bleed herself into the reality of the woods without causing too much unrest.
[11:25] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "D'ye see tha'?" she said lowly with an arm pointing in the direction she looked. They were the markings of scraped bark on a tree, signature of a stag. "Will be guid huntin' through 'ere if'n we can keep from runnin' i'toff, aye?"

[11:32] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Make no mistake, Cailean was not a hunter. He wouldn't have called himself a hunter, nor would he have told anyone else he was. When people like him hunted, they did it from horseback with huge spears or lances and had dogs to flush out their prey for them. Then they rode out, stabbed the beast to death and then brought it home for feasting -- feasting, aye, not food, which meant that they didn't do it on a day to day basis. That being said, he was no stranger to sneaking about, though he made far more noise than Cedar. Cailean, trailing along behind Cedar, nodded. He looked at the mark on the tree, however, and couldn't figure out how she knew there'd be a stag along. How did she know if it was fresh? It could've been made a year ago, or some such, and they'd be on a wild chase. Weren't they supposed to look for shit? The literal deer droppings to see if they were near? He shook his head, thinking that he should've brought a spear or something. Swording a deer to death seemed like a recipe for
[11:32] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): disaster -- or at least decorating a stag's antlers with his entrails. It'd be like Yule. "Alright," he replied after a moment, hesitant. Granted if Cedar had killed a Wyvern, surely a stag would be no trouble! He took comfort in that.

[11:35] Valesk StoryWeaver | The buck had it's head low to the ground, chomping away at grass without a care in the world. The forests of Valesk were totally safe, right? It only lifted it's head every once in a while, to glance around, take a step forward, and continue with lunch. That was.. Until it heard the hush of the forest, felt something foreboding. No, it didn't hear Cedar, but Cailean? Not entirely the case. The sounds were faint, but it turned it's head towards the tree anyways, giving a flick of an ear. The strange feeling had stopped him from eating, but he wasn't quite spooked enough to make a break for it. Yet.

[11:42] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) never killed that wyvern. Nope. She'd purchased it off a passing huntress on their way to town from the Innawoods. But nobody had actually asked her about it and so everyone assumed and, well, now she had a sort of reputation going about the isle as a wyvern creature -- and she didn't even realise it to gloat or laugh. Still she /was/ a hunter, unlike Cailean, and hunting for food on the daily was not a foreign thing to her. Aye, she'd need to seek out the droppings to verify, unless luck brought the stag across their path, but she could tell the marks upon the bark were fresh and that was enough for the moment. Well, and it would seem luck /was/ on their side - for the moment at least. For she rounded the tree and froze, her body slinking back smooth and quick to keep her hidden from sight -- unless Cailean bumped into her for how she stopped so sudden, of course! "'Tis jus' round tha trunk," she said quietly over her shoulder to him, assuming they didn't go tumbling. She chewed on her bottom
[11:42] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): lip a moment, considering the best way to proceed - and eyeing Cailean's bared midriff as she did for it /was/ a bit foolish to attempt to take down the stag with him looking so. She'd assumed a deer or a rabbit, maybe some fowl would be their aim - but the look of this stag was far too nice a thing to merely walk away. "Aye then," she said to herself really, not him, and with a hand that smoothed a circle before her in the air, the glimmer of magic rose around the fae briefly, her shield settling into place.

[11:50] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): He'd hunted boar on foot before. Arguably more dangerous than deer, but he'd also that spear. By the sweet nectar of Valeska's divine twat, what he'd have given for a good spear just then. Something with a fine haft of ash and a sharp steel head. Steel would be fine. He was musing on this when he'd almost bowled into Cedar, standing suddenly so still and stiff in place -- like a gods-be-damned rabbit that'd gotten spooked. He'd also seen the shield Cedar was putting in place and swiftly took a step backward. He'd seen what happened to men who stood too close to a mage when they'd put their shields up; either they were ejected to the side or they were cut clean in half, leaving a fine smear of blood on the shield itself. No, Cailean knew that. Instead, he stepped backward and around the trunk and in straight view of the stag, who he stared at. ".. nice stag," he said gently, raising a hand to pat the air in front of him. Such a nice rack. He'd love not to decorate it with his hide.

[11:57] Valesk StoryWeaver | Maybe it was nothing. The stag gave a shake of it's head that rippled down it's body and sent little specks of dirt floating into the air. That feeling of death that was hanging in the air was definitely not going unnoticed, and it made the deer's skin crawl. It was about to look back towards the woods when Cailean just.. Stepped out into view. It's body tensed, going absolutely still and giving him the generic deer-in-headlights stare. There was only a brief moment of it standing like that, though, before it ran, loudly making it's way through the bush and away from the pair.

[12:03] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): As Cailean stumbled out into view of the stag, Cedar's eyes grew wide - which was quite the feat considering the narrow set they held naturally. She stared at him, mouth agape, and then shifted her attention the direction of the stag. But before she could creep even a little bit forward to determine what was going on she heard the crash of hooves through brush and sighed. Turning, Cedar pulled her bow from her back and an arrow from the quiver, settling them within her hands as she began to job, light and nimble in the direction she'd heard the stag go. That brought them back to the game of moving unnoticed, of creeping agilely from one shadow to the next, of body slung low to blend into the brush and grasses they moved through. And while Cedar did so, trying yet again to ease the world to her passage as she moved, she turned her eyes down to the ground, following the stag's tracks.

[12:05] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Maybe it was a nice stag! It didn't charge him down and maim him! Maybe they should've tackled something less ferocious. A cute forest critter like a bunny or a squirrel, not something with sharp, deadly, pointy things that were more likely to leave him dying a slow, lingering death than something quick and painless. What if the deer got him in the eye? Cailean shuddered. Regardless, Cedar was off again so he crouched and began to follow her, mimicking her movements. Couldn't she just reach out and take its soul or something? Why this hunt? Did deer have souls? Deer, were you a ginger?

[12:14] Valesk StoryWeaver | After rounding the tree, the buck found itself running towards the water and gave a sudden halt. It wasn't exactly in the mood for running into there, especially after watching other animals get pulled under it's surface and never return. No, animals weren't that smart, but it had learned that water = bad, at least that body of it. But after deciding that water was definitely not an option, that left it with only two more- charge back in the direction it came, or become trapped. It was just standing in the open for the moment, frozen in place by not being able to make a decision between death and also death.

[12:15] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): On they went, their steps, while still with intention to keep their presence hidden or unnoticed by the wildlife around them, quicker now so as not to lose too much of the stag's trail. Already, Cedar began to wonder if she should just shift their focus to another animal's path, but right as she'd been on the verge of convincing herself it was a good idea to give up chase, she caught sight of the stag again. This time, when Cedar halted, she did with her bow-filled hand reaching out to gesture to Cailean so he'd understand. The other hand, placed the arrow between her fingers and slid along the tattoo along her skin, willing the enspelling upon it into action - the subsequent pall of magic settling within her sight. (Eyes of the Hunter enspelled tattoo)

[12:18] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Was it cowardly to hide behind a woman barely five feet tall? Cailean might wonder this in the days to come as he sought to keep himself crouched lower than Cedar stood tall, coming around the trees. He stepped down and felt something squish between his toes -- looking down, he realize he'd just trampled a toad to death. Pure, dumb luck, but there was a moment when he turned green around the gills. Who liked feeling squish between their toes? Sand, perhaps. Water. But not toad guts. He made a face and wiped his foot off on the grass, making sure not to make too much noise as Cedar seemed intent on issuing commands. This was why he never made it as a scout in his soldiering days. He fared much better encased in armor and steel.

[12:23] Valesk StoryWeaver | Nope, fuck water, and fuck being trapped. There was no more hesitation, it just spun around and ran off in the direction between the trees to it's left. Which just happened to be where the pair were. Once it's eyes had landed on Cailean, fight or flight kicked in even worse now, and it just straight up charged at them, head lowered and those mighty antlers aimed to hit bowl someone down at the very least.

[12:27] мαε rolls R2 (CC:bc7b): 3, anter rush
[12:28] Cailean rolls R6 (CC:bc7c): 100, no entrail/cailhide yuletide ornaments pls

[12:36] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): The stag lurched and Cedar stepped to the side as she settled her arrow along her bow - which ... might have put Cailean right in the way but she'd little thought of his actions, only the presence to think of her own. This was hunting after all, not fighting and defending - and if the man couldn't hold his own he should not have come was Cedar's thinking! So as it charged, her sights took aim along the stag's heaving flank and, seeing herself not the moment's target for the stag, loosed her arrow as she moved. ((Trap arrow - Light damage instead of Medium if hit; immobilizes if hit))

[12:36] Cedar rolls R8 (CC:bc7d): 43, R6 +2 (eyes of the hunter) roll for Trap arrow on stag.
[12:37] мαε rolls R3 (CC:bc7e): 116, For dodge arrow

[12:41] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Now if Cailean had been any slower, all his fears throughout their merry trip through the woods would've come true. He'd have fulfilled the old ritual of giving blood to the forest, in ways that he'd not have hoped or wanted. But he rolled out of the way, dodging hoof nad horn alike in his scramble to get the hell out of dodge. This time, however, he drew his sword because if the deer was going to be that close to him, well, maybe it'd be useful then. Maybe it'd be his glorious stand here. Was his sword even longer than the deers horns? Cailean grimace and stepped lightly around the tree, putting it in between the stag and himself. No need to expose himself, aye?

[12:44] Valesk StoryWeaver | It's charge had missed. But the movement of charging had made Cedar's arrow completely miss, at least. But the fact that she had fired it definitely didn't go unnoticed. The stag reared up on it's hind legs and then crashed back down near her, a loud puff of air coming from it's nose. It didn't hesitate to use the closeness to swing it's head in the direction of the small woman, antlers poised once again to deal some damage.

[12:44] мαε rolls R2 (CC:bc7f): 75, let's try antler skewering again
[12:45] Cedar rolls R5 (CC:bc80): 42, please don't gore!

[12:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Well. That could have gone better. Not that Cedar's thoughts moved at all in that direction. They were more the kind filled with swears and curses as she not only missed - not only had to worry about it Cailean were hit - but tripped over a root of the nearby tree and went sprawling backwards, just kind of bouncing a bit as her shield took the brunt of her fall. It'd chinked the thing, she could feel it in the reverberation that backlashed through her as she bounced. But never was she more glad she'd had it in place than when the stag turned head her way and scraped its antlers along the air in front of her face. "Goddess!" she said thin and higher pitched than she'd have liked, watching the antlers gauge chunks of the mana from her shield. She scrambled back and now was /her/ turn to wish she'd her spear instead for all she could do was clambor backwards and as she set another arrow to the bow and let it fly quick and wild.

[12:53] Cedar rolls R8 (CC:bc81): 16, R6 +2 (eyes of the hunter); regular arrow at stag
[12:54] мαε rolls R3 (CC:bc82): 2, attempt to dodge arrow 2.0

[12:57] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Aye, well! That little shriek of terror tells Cailean that maybe he needs to start manning up instead of running from the critter with the bigger cock. Figuring that it was safe to duck his head out, he saw that Cedar had just rolled out of the way and grit his teeth, running after the deer -- aye, on foot, with a sword! Of all the stupid things he couldn've done, he did the smart thing of trying to kill the shit out of this deer using old fashioned hack'n'slash and gumption. Or lack thereof.

[12:57] Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bc83): 128, kill deer w/ sword HNNNAAAAAGH!
[12:58] мαε rolls R3 (CC:bc84): 96, whelp

[13:05] Valesk StoryWeaver | That attempt at goring someone was a success! Or so the stag thought, until it's head collided with something just in front of her and bounced off, stumbling backwards. It reared back once more and tried again, lowering it's head as it's body came crashing back down, trying to put all the force of it's weight into skewering her. That closeness and with it attempting to attack again gave absolutely no room to try to move from the arrow and it hit it's mark, digging deep into the throat of the creature. The sword hit it at the same time, slicing and dicing the creature pretty damn well. But her arrow had done enough damage, as the blood splattering towards her would probably indicate. It's attack had turned into just falling in her direction now, the sudden blood loss resulting in it not really being able to focus and drive it's sharp antlers home like intended.

[13:05] мαε rolls R2 (CC:bc85): 50, ONE FINAL SKEWER or something
[13:06] Cedar rolls R5 (CC:bc86): 115, ... welp, it's falling on me ...?

[13:10] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) heard the sudden cry come from behind the stag somewhere and felt the relief wash through her that Cailean seemed fine. Naturally, she'd assumed he'd gotten away for the fact she hadn't noticed bits of him on the antlers that scraped along her shield, but she worried still -- at least until now. Now, she counted herself lucky that her arrow had landed so neatly as it had and doubly so that Cailean joined in the foray. And as the stag lunged down from its rearing moment of glory before death took its hold, Cedar lurched to the side, her body tucking as she rolled out of the way.

[13:16] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) gave a shout of victory as he felt his blade slice through flesh and glance off bone! Gods knew he hadn't the strength of the weapon to cut the creature clean in half and so that meant that it could still be alive! Collapsing or not, a man needed to deliver the final death blow. He whiped his blooded weapon to the side, turned it on it's point and drove it directly into the beasts chest. It'd have been good if he'd known where its heart was, but somewhere near the chest cavity would do. A pierced lung would do as well as the heart, just about. The colon was near the back though, wasn't it? Didn't want to spoil the meat by hitting that. Grunting, he stood back, leaving his sword stuck in the deer. Victory! Cailean gains 26xp! Cailean gains 3x deer hide! Cailean gains large deer antler! Cailean gains.. etc.

[13:19] Valesk StoryWeaver | The creature collided with the ground and tree where Cedar previously was, a pained, high pitched shriek coming from it. Not only had the sword cut through to bone, but it was now impaled through the poor creature. It flailed a bit, in an effort to try to stand back up, but it's hooves just couldn't manage to find a hold. Eventually, it's body slumped fully against the ground, going limp and absolutely still aside from the labored breathing that would soon stop. Enjoy your dinner.

Cedar paid a visit to the Singarti .... and walked away with a dead otter? Well, that was interesting ...

[14:56] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) decided it was time for her to get started for the day, she had a few people to meet with so now was the time to work her magic. She murmured a few words in elven as she used a cantrip to change her hair and eye color. Her right arm still just limp at her side and bandaged, she really hoped she would start feeling something in the arm. Fucking silver. Alice and Jiah were following her right out the den area as her eyes scanned the area quietly.

[14:59] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It'd been one hell of a gruesome sight that Cedar'd come upon in the woods. And, what with one thing and another, the blood, the injured gaits, the size of the beasts that had been in battle, it hadn't been all that difficult for Cedar to follow their trail, even a day or so after what had occurred. But now that she was here, she stood at the camp with eyes turned to the waters, uncertain if she should go within, more less of what she'd find if she did. Because of this, when Skyrah left the cave, she'd spy a familiar fae standing near the logs, though Cedar herself didn't turn around.

[15:02] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) was about to head up the hill but then she caught sight of a familiar figure, she motioned for her guards to stay as she walked forward "now this is an interesting sight" her voice muffled as she spoke, she wasn't going to use her magic to alter her voice yet, not till she was closer to meeting with Bu. "Can I help you with something..?" she asked not making it known that she knew the fae just yet.

[15:06] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) glanced aside at the cowled figure and didn't even try to place her. She obviously was hiding who she was and Cedar didn't care enough in the end. Instead, she snorted, and gestured with a chin over her shoulder to the land above. "Yer kin's blood an' gore be all ower tha place up there," she lilted in apparent casual lack of concern. And yet, "Figgered as I'd stop an' see if'n ye'd need a hand fer tendin' tha lot." And here Cedar turned full round. "Was fairly simple a thin', followin' such disaster back ta 'ere."

[15:12] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) sighed softly when Cedar mentioned the scene above "yes the full moon was a tragedy for my kin, I have a few working to clean that mess up today. Hopefully they can clean up the trail to here at least." A tilt of her head was given to the woman "did not expect you to be one to offer your help Cedar" chuckling softly "with that said most of my kin are healing well, few are in a state that I am unsure will even make it. We already lost a few lives" shaking her head sadly she pulled down her mask as she looked to the woman. "I appreciate your offer but not much can be done when silver runs through our body besides an herbal remedy and even that some will never be the same again."

[15:18] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "Weeel, an' so ye dint ken tha' much abou' me, aye?" she lilted, watching as the cowl was lowered and the face grew familiar in ways. Cedar shrugged and cocked a brow at the disguise, but she made no inquiry as to the why. Perhaps the ones who'd try to kill her kind, knew who the she-wolf was in her different guises. "We're no' sae different, lass. Different enough, supposen, bu' in many ways tha same. And /you/ have a wish fer death tha's been denied thrice ower from wha' I hae seen. P'rhaps ye'd do better'n find a new sport, aye?" For the talk of healing, those who might die, and silver that had struck the lot, Cedar nodded and rubbed a finger along her nose. "If'n yer sae certain as tha ones ye hae tendin' them knows what for. I'm a rare fine healer ta be turnin' away. Bu' I'll no' press meself if there're others able."

[15:31] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) tilts her head as the woman spoke "how are we the same in some ways?" Looking the woman over once again then shrugged her shoulders "all we planned to do the full moon was go on a hunt, then we got trapped and the woman..." a soft growl escaped her lips as images of that night haunted her mind and then the visions.. Shaking her head as she turned back to looking at Cedar "I guess im not that easy to kill" chuckling softly. "A rare fine healer you say? well maybe you can help me with this arm of mine. I had a arrow dig deep into my arm, now I have no feeling in the arm and cant do anything with it. I went to the infirmary yesterday they gave me a concoction of herbs for the silver and stitched the wounds but still woke up with no use to it."

[15:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) eyed the arm as she listened to what Skyrah shared. But if the fae meant to aid her, she never reached out to bring it close. Instead, Cedar listened and gave a nod of her head. There wasn't a way for her to know, if silver had been used on this wound or not. But if she'd gone to the Infirmary and only been given a natural healing aid, chances stood to reason silver had been its cause. You simply couldn't use magic to heal silver done on a wolf, Cedar would know, and so though a healing potion hung from her belt, there it remained. "Wuid think as once yer fully healed, yer arm'll be fine, lass. All in due time. An' if'n ye'd gone ta tha Infirmary a'ready, then like as there's no' much else I can do. Silver's a tricky beast ta be healin' from yer kind an' weel do I know it." And here Cedar's gaze moved from her arm to her face. "I'm also a wolf."

[15:50] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) nods to Cedar "I figured as much but time will tell, silver hurts me worse then most other of my kin. No clue why but I have scars from it of my past." Though her eyes went wide as Cedar said she was a wolf, she was quiet for a few minutes "a wolf? you don't smell like others of my kin... I usually can sense the garou but you, you smell different..." She wondered if the woman would be interested in joining the pack but she wouldn't ask just yet.

[15:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): It wasn't a thing Cedar hadn't heard before. Living a few hundred years, she'd been around the block, and her brother being Garou as well meant she was more familiar with them than one would think. But she snorted at Skyrah's surprise and the comment that she made after. Grinning, smally, she shook her head. "I'm no' tha' kind o' wolf, aye? An' if'n ye can pick up me scent a'tall, I'd be greatly surprised. No ... me braither's Garou, aye? Bu' no' I. I be Fae, lassie. An' Death besides." A Fae with a Garou brother - now that just didn't make sense. But Cedar was Fae, and couldn't lie, so what gives?

[15:58] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) tilts her head as the woman speaks more "Fae wolf, haven't met a lot of those... met a few on my travels. Tricky little buggers. Your brother is garou? how is that even possible?" shakes her head as she tries to take in the information "Are you um interested in joining the Singarti?" she wouldn't let the woman know she was the Alpha just yet, she give the information depending on the womans answer.

[16:04] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) actually really enjoyed this question, and it so seldom came up. Why? Because it meant the other person had to a) know what she and Batman both were and b) know anything of the races themselves. Skyrah clearly understood enough of her own kind however to know it shouldn't have worked and so Cedar grinned, her stance shifting a bit to that of one preparing to tell a tale. "Weeel," she lilted, enjoying herself. "Me maither, was human ye see. An' she'd fallen in love wi' a Garou like yerself." And by that, she meant of the elven variety, this made clear to Skyrah in the way Cedar pointed to the where the woman's elongated ears ought to be. "They'd me braither first, aye? An' he was born bonnie an' braw. Took after our Da, he did." Hence, Garou. Elven Garou actually, which made the whole thing seem even more unlikely. "But no' me. I'm came ou' like our maither. Jus' a human, aye?" Cedar shrugged, unused to speaking modestly of herself. "An' after some time in our travels, I took verra ill.
[16:04] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Were some Fae who'd we befriended, me braither an' I. An' they offered ta see me cured." Here, Cedar flashed a grin that was dark as it was wryly amused. "Ne'er trust a deal made wi' a Fae, lassie. Fer they cured me a'righ' but they done sae by makin' me one o' their own."

[16:14] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) listens quietly as Cedar explains things, understanding how it was possible now. A nod of her head was given "I see, well that is pretty interesting I do have to say. Though I do not feel being a fae wolf could be a curse but I do not know to much about your kind but even you as a fae wolf your still that of a shifter kin and still family in my eyes" saying with a soft smile as she spoke. "Your more then welcome to join the Singarti if you would like to, no pressure just know its open to you."

[16:15] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) tilted her head at this. "The Singarti ... an' wha's tha' then? Tha name o' yer pack, lass?" Cedar shrugged. "I'd no' mind havin' kin 'round again. But I'm no' much o' one fer swearin' oaths. Kint imagine as yer Alpha'd take sae kindly ta tha'."

[16:18] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) chuckled softly "yes its the name of the pack and I bet the Alpha would be willing to work something out with you" she stepped a bit closer "because your talking to her." A smile was formed on her face as she looked down at the tiny fae.

[16:22] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) lifted her brows for that. "Tha' so?" she drawled, clearly amused and pleased by the revelation all in the same. "Weeel, then were I ta tell this alpha as tha mos' I cuid do, was say tha' I'd no' do somat ta harm her or hers -- assumin' a'course they dint try harmin' me first -- wuid tha' suffice?"

[16:26] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) nods her head as she contemplates over what Cedar says "I feel that could suffice, I know fae do not give oaths easily and I am in understanding of that. You would start out as a pledge, one that seeks to learn the laws of the pack and has to do a lone hunt, they bring the animal as a gift to the pack at the next new moon when that happens you move to the first rank which is a Sigma."

[16:29] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) honestly didn't care about ranks. It never mattered to her, only who was in charge, who she had to abide. And by abide we mean not fuck up in some way. So Cedar nodded her head and said, "I can easily take down a hunt," though internally she shuddered at the thought -- it was too soon after she'd had her run in with the shade-beast and she couldn't be certain it wouldn't happen again. But perhaps that was common in these parts and part of the test. All the more reason, Cedar thought, to finish learning that spell. And at least now she would not be caught by surprise; now she was aware. "Tha'll be guid then, lass. Tha'll do." She smiled.

[16:30] Loud chattering could be heard below the den. Chattering and ripping and tearing...into the bags that held the bodies set for funeral. The ripping of the sacks, the chattering and then sounds of chewing heard.

[16:37] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) smiles at Cedar "welcome to the Singarti Cedar, you may come and go into the den as you please but we do have laws of secrecy. I keep my identity a secret, ones that know me as Skyrah do not know me as the Alpha unless they are of pack. When I have to do meetings as Alpha I use my true name, which is Sophia. We do not let others in the den that are not of pack or family, if one wants to seek me they are to set up a meeting." She was going to continue but then she heard a noise below them, that chattering... something ripping into things... thats when she remember where they kept of the bodies of those that died the other day. She knew she had a meeting to go to soon with Viveka to meet with Valkyrie but she had to wait for the other woman to wake up. Stepping towards the edge as she looked down before looking over her shoulder to two of the guards "alex, micah go take a look and see whats happening down there." The two men nodded there heads before walking to the edge and jumping in "it better not be any
[16:37] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): mer or I will tear their scales off of them."

[16:42] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded a bit and though she'd heard the sound, she was more concerned about herself - not whatever goods were gotten into down below. "An' by family ye mean ... mine are yers? Or no' e'en then." This was an important point to Cedar and one she would ensure was clear. And since Skyrah had moved to the edge, Cedar did as well. To be honest, the Fae's curiosity was perked. She'd no idea the Garou kept goods tucked away down there, nor why they'd be of such interest or value as to cause the alpha to send her goons jumping down to the water to figure things out. But she'd watch of course, and wait. Knowledge was power, or so they say.

[16:43] The little otter paid no attention to the guards coming. He continued eating into the bags, finally crawling inside one of them and began loudly chewing one of the corpses arms. "Klleeet Kleeeet Kleeet" would be heard from above and all that was visible was the hind end of the otter, sticking out from one of the shredded corpse sacks.

[16:50] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) looked towards Cedar "well it would of those that are in the Singarti, but if you want to bring family here you have to clear it through me or the Beta, which is Rae." Though as the guards looked up towards Sky she mumbled something "Speak up!" Micah then nodded "Ma'am theres a well otter in one of the bags of our fallen ones." A growl escaped her lips "an otter? can't you take care of it or do I have to do everything for you." Damn animals. She took off her cloak, then dived into the water. When she saw that little fluffy ass sticking out of the bag she growled and attempted to grab it.

[16:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) just nodded for what else could you do to the diving backside of a wolf? But she hadn't missed what was said either and so Cedar moved forward to find a better view.

[16:53] The Otter continued eating happily. The corpse he was feasting on had all sorts of delicious grubs inside of it by now. Maggots, worms, and who knows what else! The otter, that's who. He knows because besides the skin and whatever -is- left inside of the corpses, he is eating those. And at that moment, it felt something...grabbing his butt...mind you it's butt wasn't Cedar's but still you could say it was not a thin otter. And he was not too comfortable in his skin...so for an athletic girl to dive down, swim over and grab his hiney? No. He froze as he was pulled out of the sack until he came to the edge of the hole and whipped back toward Skyrah, trying to latch onto her!

[16:54] Willow walked out just in time to see Sky jumping into the water. She blinked a few times from behind her hair blocked eye and wondered if Sky was still drinking... It wasn't till seeing Cedar move forward that she looked to see what was going on. She only hoped the poor little thing didn't get eaten! ((oh snap! eat him cedar!))

[16:59] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) once she had the thing in her hand she growled, feeling it latch on to her right arm, luckily she had no feeling in it! "Pesky little bugger, your gonna be taught a lovely lesson" turning to the guards "bring the bodies to the den, put them in one of the empty rooms while I deal with this thing. She didn't attempt to get the creature off her arm. She swam to the dock and attempted to climb up as she started to call on her magic, speaking elven under her tongue as she started to chant in elven, as she tried to keep hold of the damn thing. [flame bolt 1/2]

[17:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Now, Cedar wasn't the sort to idly sit by for a good bit of mischief, and this business with the otter was definitely that. So while Skyrah grabbed up the otter's backside, Cedar lowered herself to the floor and held back a laugh. A tilt of her head, and a hand reaching behind, the fae pulled her blowgun round to her with a dart that she quickly slid inside. Now, she didn't know what exactly Skyrah was up to, beyond holding the thing and giving it a lecture. But Cedar was a woman of action, and she wiggled herself a little more off the ledge, brought the blowgun up to her mouth while taking aim, and then let the dart go.

[17:04] Willow (alias) just gave up and went back into the cave! Terrorizing poor little critters...sheesh!

[17:08] The otter had latched onto Sky's arm, and there was no resistance...so it began to curl itself around her arm to push its teeth deeper into the flesh. Trying with all of its might to focus its bite into tearing into her skin and getting to muscle. It has no magical aptitude nor any idea she was casting fire, but it had only the will to survive. With Sky moving, it could only continue to latch harder and hold tighter against her....and then...and then...he felt an intense pressure in his eye. "KYUT KYUT KYUT" was the only noise heard through the biting against Sky's arm as a blow dart penetrated its left eye. But as soon as the dart penetrated the eye, it made it all the way through the cavity and slamming the pointed, poisoned needle into his brain. The small, adorable creature began to spasm as the poison entered his bloodstream. The dart had penetrated his brain, hitting a nerve to latch his jaw in the position. He was dead...but he was convulsing from the final bits of poison took over and the last fe
[17:08] Batman: electrons pulsed through his muscles..but that nerve kept his jaw latched if he was still biting.

[17:14] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) didn't see the dart coming until it was right in the eye of the otter. She let the magic she was calling go as she looked down at the dead otter. "Welp dinner I guess" she muttered as she tried to pull the otters mouth off her arm and walked all away around to the den area, she had to change now that she was all soaked, the otter still in her arms as blood dripped from the deep wound the otter caused, probably didn't help the nerve damage or healing at all with what it did but at this point Sky didn't care. "Damnit, I need to change I have a meeting with the lady of aberwyth" looking to Cedar as smirked "nice shot" she then would give the dead otter to Cedar if she was able to pry it from her arm "here it was your kill."

[17:17] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) giggled as soon as the dart claimed the otter's life. In fact, the sight of how it did so was such that she giggled, then rolled onto her back for the laughter that bubbled forth. Such was her laughter that she was still on her back when Skyrah made ehr way back to the cave and seeing her, Cedar rose with a grin. "Aye," she said in response to the compliment. An arrogant one, is our Cedar. She set the blowgun back along her belt, and then nodded her head, stepping towards the alpha. It was a simple enough thing, releasing the otter's mouth from the arm. Sure, the jaw had spasmed into a lock but Cedar merely broke the jaw. Sadly, this was nothing pleasant for Skyrah since to do so meant the teeth would have to tear through the she-wolf's skin a bit more. But she was the alpha right? And alpha's were strong. Well, maybe the Fae was testing the level of pain and tolerance as well. "Ye migh'nt wan' ta be bandagin' tha' again, do think."

[17:21] Dead. The Otter was officially and fully dead. His lifeless little corpse growing cold. Cold as the life he had been living the past few weeks after his family was all murdered at the hands of the town of Aberwyth. Over fishing ever an issue, and caused creatures to fend for themselves in otherwise uncalled for places. This otter, let us just call him Steve. Steve's wife and three children were hit by an incoming ship near the harbor. The harbor they frequented to bring clams up closer to the land for the humans and other denizens to find..possibly helping them to become rich. But once Steve found his mate and children had been taken out... he fell into a deep depression. Finding only seaweed could numb his pain, he began eating all of it he could find. And then, his jaw was broken and he was able to get one final taste of blood..blood he would never know what would feel like, to course through his veins ever again. At this point, he simply ceased to be more than a trophy to Cedar.

[17:24] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) looked down at the dead otter, gritting her teeth as the fae managed to tear the otter off her arm "yeah ill bandage the arm again stupid pesky thing. Thanks for the help Cedar and again welcome to the family. I need to go change and meet with the lady of Aberwyth." She would then turn and head for the den to get changed. [just gonna change here XD]

[17:27] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Well! This had proved a most productive day. And Cedar now had an otter to boot. With barely a thought, she removed the blowdart from its eye, then tucked the thing through a loop at her belt. "I mun be off then, aye?" she lilted as Skyrah headed to the den. After all, she now had to go take care of skinning the thing. ((thanks for the rp!))

[17:29] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91) found Viveka and nodded to the woman "You ready to go?" she then turn and head out the den and up the hill to the forest and towards the village. [lets go shall we?]

Stopping by the Auguriis to show Meri that she was cleansed the blackness from her arm, Cedar inquires after fashioning a blade from magic and purchases a scroll.

[10:47] The Auguriis Magic and Oddities Shop: As you walk into the Auguriis, you are hit with an estrangement of different scents that are spread across the store; multiple herbs and magical ingredients, the occasional love potion, old books and scrolls, leather. An overly energetic and perky blonde haired male, Damien, is currently attending the store. Organizing and cleaning to his hearts content! Those with a magical ability will be able to sense that this store has been warded against thieves. [Any and all attempts to damage or steal from this property should be directed to the owner or an Admin.]
[10:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was in a happy mood it seemed today - and she'd every reason to be. She bounded through the shop's door -- and well, the sound of the sudden explosive entry was the clue that she bounded at all, silent as Cedar always was. But if you watched her, bound she did! And after a few steps within, called out, "Meri - are ye 'ere lass? Meri!" with a glance upwards once she realised only Damien was at the counter.

[11:00] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) jolted out of her studies as the door bounced open and she heard Cedar's voice. The tones perking her up nearly as much as Cedar seemed to be herself, and as Meri peered over and down from her desk, she'd grin a little perusing Cedar then nodded "Indeed, I'll be right down..." Then marking her page in the book, slid the chair back and padded downstairs, the soft susurrus of rustling sounding about her as usual. "You sound awfully chipper, and I'll admit I've been worried about you, but - all seems well?" It was that sense of relief that let slip probably a bit more than Meri'd intended about just how worried she'd been. Her eyes flicking down to try to catch a glimpse of Cedar's hand and a general once-over before smiling "How can I help?"

[11:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) lifted her arm for Meri's inquisitive gaze and beamed. "Aye." She was smiling so hard, dimples had appeared, making what was generally wont to be a very pertly petulant mein seem rather cherubim in the moment. "All thanks t'ye an' yer Lady." Cedar stepped forward and leaned against the counter, resting unblemished arm atop it in case Meri wished to inspect, but her gaze was slipping about the elf with a spark of curiosity, for it wouldn't be the first time she'd noted the odd, faint sounds about the other. "I'd found her shrine too, aye? An' spent some time there the other day. Dint ken were it wha' ye'd done or her own boon tha' healed it. Dint think it matters which, in tha end."

[11:09] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) 's eyes brightened, biting down hard on her lower lip a moment then just nodded. Her gaze blinking off to the side a moment then finally back with a somehwat shaky sigh. Her voice when it finally came, darting over Cedar's arm, though she'd remembered how Cedar had responded to touch before and didn't dare, just peered a moment then nodded. Her eyes darting back to the other woman's with a hint, no, far more than a hint of utter relief, and maybe even a hint of moisture. "Whether it had been Her direct intervention, or my own on Her behalf, I'm just glad you're well." She'd smile more softly at mention of the Shrine, dipping her head as her arms settled, crossing about her waist and curling in somewhat "I spent a lot of tie there, it's peaceful... quiet. She helps me think..." Meri'd shrug a little again, the rustle once more as she'd pulled herself close and dared to ask "it's a good place, yes? I always thought so."

[11:37] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded, and though her smile lessened, though the dimples were gone, it was no less friendly or warm. "Aye ... it did seem verra peaceful there, it did," she answered. "An' from wha' I cuid tell, tha waters there were blessed as weel." Then she laughed a moment, the sound more a chuckle than anything else, and shook her head. "I'd found meself speakin' wi' her as weel. P'rhaps it's a gift she brings then, tha unburdenin' o' yer mind. Áine preserve me soul." Meri's apparent feeling hadn't gone unnoticed by Cedar, but the Pict said nothing on it. She merely noted it and the sentiment from which it came - and in typical Cedar vanity felt it was due to her being cared for and not that Meri was moved by a show of her goddess's power.

[11:43] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) chuckled softly too, the soft dip of her head as she considered a moment. Vanity or no, Cedar was far more right than she knew, Meri was far too soft-hearted for her own good sometimes. The comment about the waters being blessed, Meri'd let loose another soft purr of laughter "Indeed.. I... I tried to take a bath there, before I realized..." That had been.. a bit of an interesting encounter. "Not -right- there, but that waterfall? Anyway.. Just um... yea - don't do that." She'd catch a moment on the name Cedar mentioned, her own curiosity sparking and that soft rustle came just before she'd scoot a half-step away from the candles and lean to place her elbows on the counter, "Aine? Who's that if I may ask?" Faith or no, -knowledge- always won out, and she was intrigued to hear about who Cedar called upon.

[11:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): For all that Meri seemed perked with interested in the goddess that Cedar named, Cedar herself seemed to grow disinterested, bordering perhaps even on uncomfortable for the question that was asked. "Oh," she said in a flippant way with a lift of her shoulder in a careless shrug. "She be a Fairy Queen, beautiful and filled with life and light. Betimes she's though' ta be tha moon." In truth, it wasn't that Meri had asked that brought Cedar trouble, but the fact it forced her to a topic with which she presently struggled. Áine was whom Cedar had always followed, since the days she could remember. Yet Áine was not here, nor her presence felt, and in a moment of need and struggled she'd turned to the goddess who was. Cedar, it seemed, was suffering a sort of guilty theological crisis. And like most people when do when a sore subject is broached, Cedar changed the topic. "Meri," she said, her lilt holding a tinge of forced brightness to tone. "D'ye ken a'tall tha ways one forms a blade from their
[11:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): magick? I've a mind ta learn how ta do such a thin', after the run-in wi' yon shade-beast in tha woods. Dint hae time a'tall fer drawin' me bow."

[12:05] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) loved knowledge, drank every bit in she could get, but the way Cedar had said it? She'd take it as a bit of drawing back, her smile still soft on her lips, but with one more glance down at Cedar's hand with the slight furrow of her brow before that too smoothed away, she'd nod and offer a smile "Indeed, that's actually on my list to study, once I get this ..." she'd fade off a moment herself, still upset that she'd had to put Cedar through the uncertainty and pain of waiting (in Meri's mind), and let her elbows drop from the counter as she straightened and gave a somewhat fainter smile "I'm sure I have an extra of that about... " That soft hum again on her breath though a little fainter, as she spun on her toes and made her way over towards the scrolls, considering a moment then reaching up on her toes to grasp at the one that glowed ever so clearly. Meri'd peer at it a moment, then nod and turn back on her toes and settle it to the counter between them. "Here you are... I can't blame you a bit. There's more than one reason why I don't just carry a bow about." Well, the sword was an entirely differe
[12:05] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) different reason, but that - well ... she'd usually keep out of sight til it was needed.

[12:15] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) nodded with a bit of a frown for the way Meri trailed off. When she didn't complete her sentence, Cedar asked, "Finish this ... ?" with a prompting lift of a brow. It was just like her to presume that Meri would share with her when the fae hadn't shared with Meri. For the scroll, however, Cedar pulled out her purse of coin and dipped in a hand. "Same cost as tha other then?" she asked and flicked a glance towards the sword. "Aye weel ... I've no real hand wi' such thin's. Will be wha' I mun figger ou' after, do think. Once I can fashion a blade, wuid be guid if'n I cuid use it too." Then she grinned, sudden and dark, and when she spoke next her words were tinted with a dark sort of humor to go with. "Verra handy wi' skinnin' and quarterin', disembowlin' as weel. Doubt verra much tho as one'd stay still fer me ta do sae on 'em." And this, was the girl who sought to heal ...

[12:24] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) just blinked at Cedar a moment, as if she'd rather forgotten what she'd been speaking of, then flicked her hand aside as if it was nothing. "The other? Hm - should be 50 copper for this one..." Her head dipping towards the scroll, she honestly hadn't remembered what the last price had been, but Meri'd been gauging the cost of replacements for the scrolls themselves and had finally written up a list! "Indeed, it's only as good as the talent in using it. Though - I learned early on myself, to just stick them with the pointed end... Everything else is finesse." The shift of demeanour met with a faint chuckle and grin... There was a time for everything yes? And part of it included that time when all else failed and you just had to go protect yourself. Or one you cared for. "Swords tend to be too long for some of that, but daggers work right fine too." And after all - who said the magical blade had to be that big, hm?

[12:28] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) lifted brows a moment when the cost for this scroll was less. But in the end she decided less was better and besides, it made sense. Far more miraculous a thing, healing a body of damage done. There was a moment of quiet, save the small laughter given for Meri's talk of how to make use of the blade, where she focused instead of pulling out the right amount of coin. Once that was finished however, Cedar tied her purse back to her belt and made a gesture of her hand about the shop. "Dint ne'er see any in here aside from ye an' Damien, lass. Do ye e'er need a hand jus' ask. I'm a fair skill wi' potions an' I've no few spells o' me own I ken besides." She also could do rudimentary enchantments, but, well, Cedar was never one for offering up something in which she had no great skill yet.

[12:35] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) gave a faint smile as Cedar mentioned the lack of personnel "Indeed, I'd debating advertising and such about the village, but - I much prefer to see those that might have the interest on their own, yes?" Meri'd collect the coins with a murmur of "Appreciate your business..." and a soft dip of her head, settling the coins into the lockbox below and returning her gaze to Cedar once more. "I would enjoy your time and your company, I'm always glad to have another about that knows her skills, and more importantly, seeks to better them." Her other 'employees' seemed to flit in and out like the wind, but Meri didn't seem too bothered by it. It was what she'd devoted her time to, and she'd be damned... more than she already was... to let it falter from disuse.

[12:43] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) took the scroll and slipped it through a loop upon her belt. "I enjoy yers as weel, lassie," she lilted, soft and sweet. "Dint ken if there'll be much demand fer wha' I know, but a'ways ready ta teach those as wish ta learn." Then she stepped away from the counter, apparently feeling her visit this day at an end, and began to turn towards the door. "Do ye e'er hae need o' ... anythin'. Do let me know, Meri. Ye've saved me life, aye? I'd no' see tha' debt unpaid."

[12:48] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) had glanced down a moment, but as Cedar spoke, her eyes dashed back to the Fae's with a small smile and dip of her chin. "Everything is worth knowing for the one that needs it." A slight shrug of one shoulder as her smile warmed and she'd watch Cedar head out. "Your words are kind, and I will remember. Please be safe and well..." She'd trail off a moment, then a memory flashed in her head "The Captain, has he recovered as well? You'd said he was hurt, and I hadn't heard how he was doing."

[12:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) paused at the door. "Oh ... so sorry, lass. Aye he be well. True an' healed now, an' no small thanks ta the spell ye learned me, aye? Will let him know as ye'd asked after him." Then she pulled open the door, feeling things all in order now that she'd acknowledged her debt that would one day need repaid. And out she went, to handle other affairs.

[12:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded, content. And the realization that Cedar had helped him because of a spell she'd learned, well that made Meri all the happier. "Good, I'm glad to hear it." She had been polite to her, she... wasn't really used to that. "Please be safe, Cedar." then once the door had shut leaned against the counter again, eyes closed and wings curled tight about her once more. All was well.
[12:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): He had been*

Relaxing at the Tavern, Cedar takes the time to look over the scroll she purchased the night before. When Cailean swings by, Cedar picks his brain about swords.

[10:10] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) finally quit gabbing with the barmaid. Oh, she'd asked all sorts of questions, heard all sorts of gossip, and found a piece of it intriguing here and there. Like how the owner was never around. How he'd rarely took the time to pay his staff. How he'd held such gusto for the role before and then seemed to wander off, like any fae. But this fae was different, Cedar'd told the maid. This fae could make things shine, and bring the gold. And without really realising what she'd done, or even intending to see it through, she'd turned the tavern's main barmaid on her side. Little Tree to rule them all. Little Tree to own them. Well ... it was an idea. And one that brought just enough amusement to the fae that she'd consider. But while she considered, she ordered a drink, some cheese and fruit, and turned towards the candles, pulling out her scroll.

[10:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): This scrolls, Cedar found, was not quite like the last. While that made sense to the fae, one being about healing magic and the other about forging a blade, it didn't exactly aid her any either. If she thought about it, Cedar hadn't learned a single offensive bit of magic in her life. No wonder then, that this too would be entirely foreign from what she knew. Yet it could be done. She'd seen it in her travels. And with the thought of her happenstance with Cailean in the woods, she proved a very determined Fae and poured over the scroll diligently.

[10:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) eyed the patterns laid out but though they'd worked for her before, this time Cedar couldn't envision how it'd be done. It was one thing, to lay a hand upon an injured soul and trace your lines to bring them healing. It was quite another to try to envision the forging of a blade within her mind and use said patterns to bring it to life. Perhaps it was merely because Cedar knew next to nothing about swords and fighting, whereas for healing she knew quite a lot. Whatever the case, she brushed the ideas of patterns aside and turned instead to that of words.

[11:13] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): This was precisely why Cailean had suggested to Cedar that she just carry a blade; nto that she could will it into action with magi--.. or could she? Cailean had wandered by the tavern, caught a glimpse of the little fae, and then headed in to lean against the nearby wall. "Don't know if Master Berry will mind you seeing your arse there, Cedar, but I've the feeling it isn't bad for business, so long as yon applebottom doesn't leave an imprint, aye?" He grinned, knowing that he'd likely distract her from her studies. Cedar had a fairly moody look about her most days when she wasn't thinking about it, and when she was studying? Well, she might've intimidated the words right off the page.

[11:17] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) wouldn't have noticed that Cailean entered, truth be told, save that he spoke. Such was the level of her concentration upon the scroll just then. "Master Berry," she lilted out without so much as looking up, "Cuidna mind it a'tall, aye? On account o' tha fact he's ne'er 'ere." Which was when the barmaid chimed in, happy as a clam as she brought Cedar the warmed cider that she'd asked for. Going on about how Cedar might just be their new Mistress now, and wouldn't that be grand? They'd be paid on time and the money'd come in strong as the drink they serve -- and if the Mistress wished to place her rear upon the counter, well the applebottom was welcome. For this exuberance, Cedar /did/ lift her gaze, to let it settle upon Cailean with a rather wolfish grin.

[11:28] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): No? Then who was paying the wench? Or the baker? Or were they merely trusted? Cailean eyed the wench who likely took his looking for a show of interest and winked at him -- which only made Cailean suspect her more. Not that he was of the guard anymore, no! It'd meant that he didn't have to care if he didn't want to, and this time he decided that he wouldn't. "You? Run the inn?" Cailean stared at the wolfish grin he'd received and schooled his face into a careful expression of neutrality, his voice to evenness. "I worry for the sake of this town then, though I'm sure the gods'll shit comets with laughter." The corner of his lips turned up into a wry smile while he bid the wench to get him a cider himself.

[11:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) snorted, eyeing the bend of his lips in a way that showed she was more distracted than she'd like. But then her gaze swept down and moved back to her scroll as she traced the words she read with a finger to keep her place. "They'll shite gold, did I hae any say in tha matter," was all she lilted on the topic. However, she continued to speak. "Tell me wha' ye kent o' swords, Cailean?" she lilted, her voice moving with sweetness over his name - a surefire sign she wanted something from him. "Do wonder if'n p'rhaps it'd help me in formin' a blade."

[11:40] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "It's a good thing you've no say in the matter then," Cailean said with wry snort. "Or else everyone'd have a bit of gold and it wouldn't have value worth shit and the world'd be gilt in gaudiness." His grin spread somewhat, at least until she asked him to tell her what he knew about swords -- which was a great deal, or very little, depending on who you asked. He gave her an exasperated sigh, the sort one gave to small children, and then motioned to the weapon at his hip. "Well, you hold it here," he said, tapping the hilt. "And you plant the pointy end in the other bastard. If you're good, you manage to do it before he does it to you. It's the same as your dagger, aye? Just a bit bigger. For grown ups, really."

[11:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) had maintained the reading that she did but she looked up then, to cast Cailean a rather impishly arched brow. "Och, ye dint say," she murmured, one side of her mouth rising as she shook her head. "An' supposen ye think as I shuid mebbe grow up, first aye?" Another snort and Cedar returned her gaze to the scroll, letting it lay upon her lap as she brought her hands together. The shadow of a focused look flitted along her brow and as she lowly pulled hands apart, magic flowed between, small and bright.
[11:45] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) adds a (1/2)

[11:51] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "Couple more inches might keep you from cutting off your own toes, aye," Cailean said brightly, maintaining a look of amusement for her troubles. "Though I'd be gladder to see you do that elsewhere; maybe a deep cave, somewhere. I've seen what happens when a mage doesn't know what they're about and it usually means poorly for all that're 'round them." He pantomimed a small explosion with his hands and added to the charade a mouthing of a boom. In this case, he just imagined a bunch of mageblades popping up and skewering everyone in sight. Gods, please don't let her mess up here.

[11:52] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) had wandered her way out of the shop. It was cozy but too closed in, and though she'd stayed up nearly all night studying, still hadn't found herself any closer to trying to cast this spell. Practice and theory was getting her... nowhere. So, though the sky was clear and it was beautiful for flying, she just... couldn't, her head too clouded even if the skies weren't. She'd pad her way around the island on foot then... meandering, and staring towards the library, but it was the familiar voices that drew her to the tavern instead, stopping just inside of the arch and casting each a soft smile in greeting. The topic seeming to be at hand brought a faint grin to her lips and she couldn't help but nod watching Cedar working on her own spell.

[11:57] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): But Cedar, you see, was not casting Mageblade, not even in practice, though magic could be deceptively ambiguous like so. No, she had a different spell in mind, as her impish look cast Cailean's way should have foretold. And after another moment or two, the magic between her hands formed, not a blade but what looked like a set of gloves. They slipped upon her fingers and moved up to her wrist. And when done the look of it seemed to fade from sight, though the power of the spell was very much there. Cailean spoke and the spell complete, Cedar lifted her gaze to watch him pantomime a disaster that could take hold. So she smiled, so sweetly it was obvious the fae was up to no good, and with a reach of her hand, she took hold of his sword. "Guid day t'ye, Meri," Cedar lilted to the elf just as the barmaid walked round the counter with Cailean's drink. The hilt of Cailean's sword in her spell's hold, Cedar lifted her hand so that it began to slide from the sheathe. "I jus' grab this end, aye?"
[11:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) adds (2/2 Far Fingers bitch))

[11:59] Cedar rolls R6 (CC:be42): 118, does she get it out the sheathe??
[12:00] Cailean rolls R6 (CC:be43): 55, no you thieving little shrew

[12:08] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Aye, well, Cailean would've suggested to Meri that she beat her head against a wall for a bit, or that she simply kept at it. Sometimes pulverizing the noggin made for some surprising epiphanies but on the other hand, the elf's brain matter was likely too delicate for such brute force tactics to work. So it'd be more practice until she figured out what she did wrong. T'would be easier if she'd a teacher, but these mage types seemed to be of the same mind equally around -- they were up to the task of learning alone, always. Cailean was certain he'd have been skewered a dozen times by now if it wasn't for the flat part of his Swordmaster's blade and the number of times he'd beem smacked by it. "'lo, Meri," he called, friendly like, at least until he saw Cedar finish her casting and begin to put on.. a glove? That was no swor--.. but then she was taking his sword! "Oi!" He'd failed to grasp his blade before she'd drawn it from his belt. "Ha, funny. Aye, you grab that end, then you plant the other end into the
[12:08] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): cuss that you're wanting dead. Simple, aye?" He'd not say it, but Cedar having control over one of his weapons made him somewhat nervous. Somewhat very nervous.

[12:13] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) grinned a bit as she watched the spell take hold, her eyes darting between them both and as Cedar spoke and she caught the movement, Meri'd purr out soft laughter, and flick her gaze between the pair, the cheery "Good day to you both..." and leaned half against the side of the archway, that soft rustle about her again as she shifted a bit to get more comfortable and settled in to watch the show. The sight of the blade escaping it's owner's grip and Cailean's indignant exclamation made her grin a bit, she couldn't help it. Even the frustration she'd felt faded in face of the good-natured teasing between the two, though she'd actually already intended on picking Cypriana's brain, just.. hadn't gotten there yet. "Nicely done, DCedar..." She'd murmur warmly, waiting til the barmaid was finished with her current task to motion for her usual mug of water, her eyes flicking still between the pair and trying to keep her usual serene face instead of laughing hysterically at his expression. Elves and all.

[12:18] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) grinned wide for Cailean's surprise and waved the sword around the slightest bit in menace. Truly it was only slight for Cedar had no real desire to hurt the man, and after another moment or two, she began to laugh, her hand moving before her as the sword shifted in the air, bringing him the hilt to grasp. "Lucky fer ye, yer no' tha cuss I'm wantin' ta skewer, aye?" she said with a wink. The barmaid, quite taken aback by this apparent display of magick, just stood there, hovering as she blinked owlishly between the two. And, after a moment's indecision, she set Cailean's drink on the table nearby, scooting her way over to the elf where it seemed both safer and a new order might be had. "Will ye answer me in seriousness now though? Do think yon blade is different than me knife fer skinnin', an' I dint mean jus' tha size ..."

[12:19] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) marches into the tavern, hours later than the previous event. She had fought, even if driving the enemy off with just one blow - such an axe is a heavy argument in talks of weapons. She is content. Afterwards she had been in the tent in the wayward, to do what the white queen had told needed for her goal. She is rather really satisfied. Now she goes into the tavern, not minding that she might eventually hit Meri at the shoulder with her own, perhaps even pushing her aside by that unless evaded. "Grog!" She bellows, far louder than needed, loud enough to be heard all over village square, to the bar girl who is somewhere in the tavern to deliver water. Doesn't take long then until she gets - two - cans. She drinks the first entirely at once, against the thirst, as usual, and lays the heavy axe onto the bar counter.

[12:24] Lori fluttered up the path in this to her unknown land. She looked around nervously and jumped at the sudden call for "Grog!" she landed on the ground and carefully made her way towards the voices, making sure no one would notice her yet as she wasn't sure if there were monsters and who knows what in there

[12:30] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "Aye, good day," Cailean echoed Meri, nodding while he seasoned and salted her words with a bit of tartness to make them more his own. He'd have looked to her, but his eyes were tracking the path of his floating, magicked sword, ducking when it came too near to his nose for his own comfort. Not that it'd come /near/ of course, but it was near enough that for him, it was a discomfort. "Don't encourage her!" He growled, shooting a glance at Meri that was one part scowl, one part amusement, and the rest a desire to keep from losing his nose. When at last his blade was returned to him, he took it and slid it back into its sheath. He reminded himself to prank the elf later, since her hoity-toity expression of restrained laughter hadn't been lost on him. "Aye, maybe. I'm no smith, but I know the gist of it; a thing of metal's either cast or forged. If it's cast, it's basically that the metals melted and poured into the shape you want it in, then ground down until it suits the purpose for eye and hand. If it's
[12:30] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): forged, then the metal's heated and then pounded into like shape. Forging's meant to be better, stronger, but casting's quicker and easier for things that you don't necessarily need the strength for. Coins are cast, armor's typically forged, weapons -- can be either way, but you'd rather have them forged if you've the coin for it. Maybe the magic for it's the same?" He'd been about to think on it, though he was no mage, when there came a booming call for grog in the way that stabbed at him with nostalgia. Grog -- how he loathed and missed the swill. And--.. oh, tits. Call him swine for looking, but a moment later he was more interested in that axe. A fine weapon for a barbarian to be lugging about. He wondered if there was a story behind it.

[12:36] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) hadn't even caught sight of the woman before she was nearly barreled into, though there wasn't much area to move in, leaning against the arch pillar, but Shayra's voice warned her right before the brush was felt, though Shayra might feel a curious sensation over her arm and hand instead of the soft flesh that she'd expected. Meri'd squeak and scoot out of the way the only direction she could, straight towards Cailean and the sword, moving just far enough to be clear of Shayra before straightening again with that soft rustling sounding all about her. The glance cast back at the woman with a furrow of her brow, though otherwise Meri'd let it go and offer a bashful smile towards Cedar and Cailean both. She'd catch Cailean's expression, that hint of amusement returning belatedly, though much faded, shooing off the barmaid to attend to Shayra. Water would wait, Meri wasn't in a rush, but she knew how insistent the other woman would be, and well - Meri didn't mind overmuch.

[12:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) grabs for the second can of mug, drinking it by the liter. This one is for enjoying though already. Only the first is for refreshing. She does not much bother what's going on around her as long as she has room at the bar and a drink. So the fae and also the gaze by the man is lost on her yet. The drink counts - and that somehow seems to smell different than else. The gaze - normally she would go totally topless, as that is habit amongst the men of her tribe, and she had always identified with them more than with the other women. That changes now though. For now she wears only that chain net bra top with the big and heavy iron links, protecting but not blocking sight. The grog smells different! She looks about, wondering, then sniffs on her arm where she had hit the other woman earlier. She looks at the woman. Somehow she had felt not like she looks. "Strange beasts!" She grunts, "gnat girls, goat girls, Shayra only normal woman!" and turns back to her drink. She is absolutely not used much to other races
[12:39] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): as it seems.

[12:39] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): For all that Cedar was having her fun, the sudden cry for Grog startled the Fae. So much so that she lost her grip upon Cailean's sword as it hovered before him in the air. Good thing then that he'd taken it by the hilt as soon as she'd turned it his way, for the magic around her hands dissipated and the spell faded away. Her attention, much like the others, shifted to the barbaric woman who'd commanded the such, and while she said nothing, she noted the way the barmaid hopped to from Meri's side to fetch the two orders of Grog before seeing to the elf. Cedar pursed her lips, the face she made a dissatisfied one, and then looked askance at the axe placed upon the counter. How could a counter be kept in good shape with weapons using it to be held by? How would it stay shiny and ne-- wait. Upon further glance, Cedar realised the counter was awfully beat up and likely had seen much of similar abuse. And if she thought about it, it was likely retched upon and slept upon in equal measure -- so Cedar wrote
[12:39] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): off the counter as a necessary evil to be tolerated. Looking back towards Cailean, Cedar grinned again, happy in her own way she'd perturbed and amused him with her trick. What with one thing and another, the tiny fae that lingered just outdoors was unnoticed of yet by Cedar, and since Cailean seemed now inclined to speak with her in regards to blades, Cedar lowered her eyes again to the scroll. "Castin' mebbe," she murmured. "If can cast wi' smithin' than cast wi' magicks mun be easier forbye."

[12:44] Lori sneaked closer to the tavern, lifting her little nose in the air and wrinkled it while she sniffed the air. She shook her head thoughtfully.. didn't smell monster but certainly not honey either. Then a grin grew on her face and she whispered "Rum! This might be a place for rum!" she decides to just sit down and while making certain this is a no-monster-rum-place before making her go for the wanted drink. Unfortunately all the excitement of being in a strange and unknown land was getting to her and before she knew it she fell asleep right there on the ground in a little fairy heap

[12:50] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): It'd only have been Meri's fault for standing in the doorway so! And if her secrets were spilled for it, then that'd have been her fault too, aye? It didn't stop him, however, from giving the elf a second glance if for no other reason than to ensure that she was unharmed. Satisfied that she was, he looked back toward Cedar. "It'd make for cheap magic, I'd think," he cautioned her, as if he were the soul of wisdom when it came to magics and the like. Forged was better, always, so if she were to be choosing between setting her magic to cast or forging it into somewhat better, let it be the forging! And then, finally, the barbarian spoke more than a single word and his gaze drew back to her. "While I'm not sure about gnat girls and goat girls, not even the gods'll fault a man for enjoying a bit of variety to his eye candy, aye?" This would probably earn a rebuke from Cedar, but he was just talking about looking!

[12:53] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) had settled to silence again, her arms curled about her waist and the faint wince in her expression. Her eyes dashing between the three others within, staying close to the wall even moreso now, though it seemed Shayra was well ensconced at the bar. A slight shrug and smile cast at Cedar and as the barmaid made it back her way, she'd tug a few coins from her pouch, that rustle sounding again, somewhat lost in the noise of the tavern as she exchanged the coin for her water and murmured her thanks to the maid for it. She had been leaning against the pillar, though apparently not far enough, but all was well enough. Meri was breakable, but not -that- breakable... She'd offer a faint smile in return to Cailean's look and tug her free hand back about her waist as she pressed herself into the little corner she'd made between chairs and wall and herself, and just drink her water, and consider.

[13:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) /did/ turn an acerbic look Cailean's way for his words. It was the sort of look that spoke of trouble yet gave the chance for him to mend what he'd said, and Cedar very much hoped he would. Still, she looked towards Meri, holding up a wall and tilted her head with a shrug. "D'ye think it much matters?" she asked the elf, "If forged or cast wi'in me mind? Wuid one be more durable an' sharp d'ye think than tha other? I'd no' wish fer it ta break an' grow dull." Frowning, Cedar rubbed the spot between her brows and sighed a bit as she rolled up the scroll. Clearly, she was getting little accomplished this time and practicing magick was better suited when there weren't so many around. "Ye mun eat, Meri," Cedar lilted then. "Tha sun's high enough in tha sky now as ta be bringin' round fer a meal. Here then - ye like?" It was the small platter of apples Cedar had ordered that she held aloft in Meri's direction; apples with honey dripped over them, yum.
Tigerpaw) looks at the woman sitting aside her on the bar counter, one with pointy ears. Did that woman just talk about magic? She does not even know that the woman is casting while she thinks about it. "Shayra no need pointy ear, no for shoot bow." She grunts, not even expecting a reply as she already turns back to her grog. She sniffs on that more than that she drinks for a change, and Helga even asks her outright if she is sick. "Grog smell other!" She barks to that, and Helga sniffs and denies that, states it is the same Grog as always. She frowns and drinks, then furrows her brows. Definitely different for her taste, even though in real it is normal, not poisoned or anything, really the same grog. Had there be a sound outside? Likely only a dog rolling in, no second thought about that. Another swig - same strange smell and taste. "Forsaken Magic! Shayra hate!" She growls low into her grog can, as the man also talks about magic. And then, as he speaks more, she turns her head over her shoulder to glare at him

Alone at home, and finding a slow and quiet moment in a fast and busy week, Cedar puts her mind to the task of the Mageblade spell and tries to fashion the idea of its casting within her mind.

[20:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) stood before the sword that hung in decoration upon the wall. She had the scroll laid out before her upon the top of her chest and a candle lit nearby to better light the patterns and words upon the scroll. It'd been a week or more since she'd last tried to form the spell within her mind. So much had happened, time moving with such speed through the days. And yet, she found that even so she still desired to know the spell - a thing that could come handy in a pinch. "Aye then," she murmured to herself, drawing in a breath as she cleared her mind. "Ye mun focus on tha idea o' a sword first an' foremost, Little Tree. ... Do think ... an' forge it wi'in yer mind."

[21:04] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): And so she did. Or, well, she tried. Another look given the sword before her, Cedar then closed her eyes and held to the image within her mind. She'd little knowledge of smithing or the use of a forge, but she knew the effort and care it took to fletch her arrows. Would it be similar, she wondered. Was it as painstaking a thing, or more? And how to translate that to magic, make of nothing but the power - something tangible enough to cause a man to bleed and keep its form? Shaking her head, Cedar reeled herself back in, steering away from the path of overwhelmed she was headed down with the questions that had risen. Better instead to keep it simple, she figured, and turned ehr thoughts to the sword.

[21:16] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) built the sword within her mind, from hilt to blade. She held out her hands and envisioned the grasp she would form around the hilt, the heft of it within her palm and how securely it should fit. But ... a sword was always too cumbersome, too ... large and unwieldy for her to use and too heavy to be of any good. Could she change that then? If it was not a sword in truth but a thing of magic -- if it was a thing shaped and created by her, could she change those aspects of a sword that made it no use to her so that she could be more effective when she had a need for the blade?

[08:23] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) found she rather liked that idea, that she could fashion the blade in such a way it wasn't rendered useless in her hold. After all, what was magic but miraculous events and how miraculous would it be to hold a weapon that worked in similar vein but held different cost? So while she thought over the blade, she thought too about the changes she would make, of making an item that worked better for her than it would have if of steel. Of using her magic to not just fashion it but wield it and -- her eyes flew open, rivetting to the sword hung in decoration before her. Was that the key then? To the spell? Did she merely need to consider herself wielding her magic in such a way that it took the form of a blade -- and not that she was forming a blade with magic alone? It seemed such a slight adjustment of consideration in the description and usage of the spell, and yet Cedar had learned already that such slight adjustments could mean a world of difference in the end.

[08:32] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "Aye then," she murmured yet again, this time with a bit of smile present. "If'n it be tha' which seems proper ta me, then like as not tha' be tha way intended." Stepping forward, she reached for the spell scroll and blew out the candle. All that remained then was to reread the scroll with this adjusted point of view in mind and then she would make an attempt to cast once more. With that thought in mind, Cedar turned and moved across her cottage. She pulled up a chair near the hearth and settled in for a night of study.

While at the tavern, Cailean inquires after Cedar's study of the mageblade spell, prompting Cedar to give it another try - and succeed.

[17:12] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "I'd been wondering," Cailean began, somewhat suddenly as he came around the counter and leaned against it. There was a new table he'd moved to the center of the floor, one to replace a broken one, and he'd have wiped the sweat off his brow with his forearm if he'd not had spikes on it. So, instead, he used a towel. "How goes your study? Have you learned to forge a blade with your magic, yet?" He looked to her thoughtfully, pulling the conversation out of seemingly thin air. "I'd been thinking since we've the coin, I might look into having Meri do something special with one of my weapons. Just'd thought about magic weapons and then thought about your magic sword, aye?"

[17:29] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) set aside the apple which she'd been eating and kicked up a leg to rest against when Cailean spoke. Helga stepped backwards to begin working up a dinner item for the regulars who usually came -- and also letting Cailean and Cedar have a better view of each other by which to talk. "Weel, I'd spent some time in study, aye," she murmured. "An' I do think as I've figgered i'tout. Though ... I'd no' given it another try again." She paused. Then nodded as Cailean spoke of magic and weapons and coin. A smile rose briefly on her face as well and she let her other leg kick a little back and forth. "Aye. Think as tha'd be bonnie, Cailean." Shifting a bit, she lifted her arms over her head to stretch and murmured, "I'll gi' tha spell a try, aye? Best ta find yer cover did ye worrit I'd make a number o' them appear."

[17:34] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "I'm not sure what I'll ask her to have it do, but I'm of the mind that something with a bit of fire and flare might be what I want. It's not the sort of thing you'd want for battle; gods above know that'd only mark you as a target, but I don't plan on fighting those anymore. It's a good parlor trick that might surprise or frighten someone enough to see them turn tail rather than fight. And it'd be good against vampires." And Cailean had a small vampire problem, not that he'd seen her in some months. It'd still be good to have though! "Mn, maybe we should go to the woods for that?" he offered skeptically, slowly moving around the edge of the counter so that he could duck behind it if he needed to.

[17:36] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) heads to the tavern, hungry as she was and pauses before she takes a seat when she sees Cedar and Cailean, "Oh.. Good Eve to you both... How have you been?", she asks politely before looking at Helga to place her order "A plate of whatever dinner stew you have and some water please?", she asks and then settles down on one of the tables, clearing her throat before she addresses the both of them once more "Well... ahem... You gave us the vial of the Ichor no? We managed to track it down and put an end to it's existence... Though.. if you are planning a foray into the woods again, it would be better to be very cautious... I dare say that was definitely not the only one lurking.", she offers up before settling into the chair to wait for her order.

[17:41] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) wasn't much of one for safeguarding against a spell gone foul. Perhaps it was a mixture of arrogance and good luck, but she'd never had a disastrous outcome from her studies or attempts. Simply ... magic that didn't quite form, or petered out. It wasn't that Cedar didn't think those sorts of things could occur -- she'd seen enough of them to know they very well could. But after the way they didn't with her, she thought she took better measures and held a steeper grasp upon it, and so it wasn't a concern. Cailean's backing around the counter was meant with a growing grin of mischief and delight, which was turned towards Ella as the warden entered in. "Guid eve t'ye," she lilted, then lifted both brows for the news she'd been given. "As much as I'd a hope fer tha' ta be guid news, lassie. I fear ye've only gi'en me worse." Her gaze flitted to Cailean's with a fading of her grin towards a worried little frown while Helga gave a smiling nod to Ella and grabbed up a bowl to begin ladling some stew.
[17:41] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "I'd no' wished ta be told there were more o' them in tha woods."

[17:44] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "Aye, good evening Ella," Cailean replied, grinning cheerfully. "Wary now, the danger out there might be dead but there's still somewhat in here." The warning came with a slight nod toward Cedar. "Did you? That's good news, then. Well done. I'd a feeling you and Bradock'd manage it." After all, he and Cedar'd somehow made it retreat, them being nearly naked and armed with nothing but a sword and dagger between 'em. Maybe the thing wasn't so bad after all! "I'd talk to your Harbinger about spreading the news and perhaps making some more forays, if I were you. The farther you drive 'em from town, the better for all of us. Might serve to help you bolster your numbers too. We don't want history repeating itself." He nodded and looked back to Cedar, looking grim. Maybe it was time for them to move again? Nearer to town?

[17:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) idly taps her fingers on the table and perhaps sensing the worry in which Cedar took the news, she tries to grin a bit reassuringly even, "Well I am only guessing, because the way it came at us... It looked like a grotesque tree spirit, with thorned tentacles for limbs and a giant maw in its belly region... ", she shakes her head "The trees wilted and the area became eerily silent... I'm taking that as signal of shadeling presence if you all ever have to venture out again into the forest, the moment stink of rotting flesh hits your nostrils and you start seeing wilting trees, best to beware..", she sighs, least she could do if that would help them get prepared in case they ran into one! She would then nod at Cailean "Well yes.. I would let all the Warden know... and by -all- the warden, well there isnt many of us honestly... ", she sighs "We must look out for more able bodies before we go and seek these beings out to hunt yanno... ",she pauses, once more her face suddenly clouding with worry "Speaking of
[17:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): the Harbinger... do y'all know much about her? Like does she ever venture out of the Keep? Has she been in Aberwyth all along?", she asks, trying to keep her tone very lightly curious and no more.

[17:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) snorted in response to Cailean's playful warning and then fell silent as she listened to the conversation continue between the two. She brought her hands together and let her eyes drift shut while she listened. It was easier for her, to envision the blade she meant to make, if she did so with a focus of mind -- and lack of visual to distract her mind's eye. She considered the length, the weight, and the heft. And she considered too the idea of having it forged to be a stronger thing to wield. But then she considered the aspects of it in the ways she desired, so that it'd not be too heavy or too difficult for her to wield, factoring into the blade the idea of it being controlled by the very magic she would use to bring about its shape. And while Cedar considered and focused and thought upon all of these things, while the other two chattered of wardens and danger and harbingers and the woods, a light began to grow steady and bright between Cedar's two hands, hands that she slowly brought together so
[17:58] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): the palms laid an inch apart.

[17:59] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "That'd be the one," Cailean nodded. "Don't suppose you kept a trophy--no, no, I'd not want to face the thing again. T'was like we'd said though, aye? Three mouths, female by shape, tentacles with thorns. You don't look hurt." He swept an eye over the woman's form, not lingering anywhere more than was proper -- he'd learned Cedar liked to watch him when he looked at other women and if he looked too long, he ended up having a run of bad luck. The shits for a day or two, or maybe he had trouble sleeping. Sudden fevers. He looked back to Cedar then, somewhat suspiciously, though it wasn't likely anyone knew why. "Can't say that I've met her. I'd met the old one and she seemed pleasant enough, though I've had no reason to have dealings with the Wardens. Haven't seen the new one at all, to tell you the truth." He paused, glancing over to Cedar once more, this time catching her start her spell. He might've bent his knees and rose up on his toes a little -- just in case.

[18:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) adds all late (1/2)

[18:06] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) peers forth over to Helga behind the counter who brings her her stew and while looking there she sees the light in between Cedar's hands, a curious leaning forward of her own body as she watched. "Oh... what is she doing..", she mumbles half to herself and looks on curiously, only turning as Cailean spoke and to pop in a spoon of the stew in her mouth with a momentary closing of the eyes to relish the taste, "Mmmmh... This is good", she mutters and then shrugs with a sigh "Well..no.. no trophies and no we managed to escape unscathed.. the gods surely smiled upon us that night...anyway.. Back when we were here and the Warden were still... uh.. -clear- on their ideals.. It was much different... The present Harbinger seems.. uh.. shrouded in mystery for most part.. Pardon my questioning.. I was merely being curious...", she grins and eats with gusto while watching Cedar suddenly as she thinks to ask, well of Cailean, not to Cedar whose concentration she did not want to break. "Does she use magic a lot? Do
[18:06] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): you know if she can uh.. make things float or fly??", she asks him, not really expecting him to know but there was nothing wrong in asking eh?

[18:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) still kept an ear on the conversation -- and sorry, Ella, she's a horrible one for remembering the NPCs. -- yet even so, it was with half a mind, the foremost of it focused upon her spell. She shifted her body and pulled her hands away from her belly, /just/ in case. After all, if something were to go wrong, she imagined it could be so simple a thing as what direction the blade appeared, and she wasn't keen on gutting her own self. Arms extended, and mind focused upon the specifications she'd imagined for the spell, Cedar let her eyes drift open as a surge of magic thrummed along the tavern's air. In this moment, the magic between her hands shifted and changed, elongated and grew to a discernible shape. And after yet another moment had passed it would be clear that the spell she had cast was meant to acquire a blade - for there between Cedar's two palms laid a blade made of mana, held aloft. "Oohhh ..." she said in a hushed tone. Her eyes had widened slightly and she began to smile. "Why it's
[18:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): sae lovely ta look on, dint ye think?" For it truly was, blue and glowy and ethereal of look. Yet when she slid her hand forward to grasp hold of the mana-sword's hilt, that it was a tangible item was clear to see as well. Brandishing the sword with the same easiness as the smile she likewise brandished towards Cailean, Cedar rejoined the conversation with a, "I dint ken a'tall but wha's tha harbinger ye speak o'? Wha' does she foretell then, Ella? Cailean -- ye mun think p'rhaps o' joinin' tha Wardens now as ye've finished wi' tha Guard?"
[18:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) aaaaand adds a (2/2) because I suck at that.

[18:17] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "It's as good as we can make it. Supplies for the isle are getting short, you know -- there haven't been good shipments coming in for awhile so we're starting to run low on spice and salt." Cailean shrugged again, grunting. "And I and her brother," he nodded toward Cedar, "haven't been by to catch the little rodent who's keeping us from our wares. We'll be visiting soon though." He grinned, the edge of it sharp and fiendish. But then he was being asked about Cedar and he shrugged. "Couldn't say. It's not like her to tell me what sort of secrets she has," he grunted, "but she's been learning a bit of magic lately. We're alchemists -- she better'n I -- but I'm just guessing she's trying tom ake something more of it. As far as floatin' or flyin'? Couldn't say either." By the time he glanced back at Cedar to see if he should've been ducking, she'd finished. "Aye," he breathed. "That /is/ pretty. I know they don't last very long, but they are nice to look at. And--.. join the Wardens? I might. Your brother's a
[18:17] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Warden. But like I said, I'm not too eager to go looking for fights again -- I took up the Guard because there wasn't anyone else. Still doesn't look like there is, but that's Aberwyth's problem now. Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Lady lately." He shrugged and would've spat, had he not had to clean it up after he did. "So perhaps. I'm getting old though, aye?"

[18:24] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) finishes off that plate of stew and pays the required copper before hurriedly rising up from her seat as if she had forgotten something which, was not really rare. She blinks, "Your brother is a Warden? Thats interesting... And you should! You should join the Warden cuz, we really do need strong folk to defend this isle... the kind of scum that are making it vulnerable to demonic forces... Ugh", she grunts "Well anyway.. I seem to have forgotten something... I.. would need to speak with you about perhaps enchanting something for me if you can and perhaps I could learn soemthing from you as well if you do not mind! Well.. I shall be off for now then", she actually speaks to them both like... looking from one to another and just hurries off, politely apologetic in manner.

[18:27] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) frowned suddenly and let the mageblade dissipate back into nothingness and mana, her hands falling away. She found, decidedly, that she didn't like to think of Cailean as old, that she didn't like he thought of himself that way. His years were numbered unlike her own and she'd keep him young if she could to draw their time together out. Luckily, the frown didn't have much chance to linger as Ella spoke and brought a wave of confusion to Cedar instead. And after the warden left she looked back to Cailean and said, "Did she mean fer me ta enchant somat fer her? And ... teachin'. .... I dint ken if'n I shuid teach another half tha thin's I know." She shrugged.

Having decided that the Tavern was now hers, Cedar took stock of its inventory and, finding it severely lacking by way of whiskey and growing short on rum, paid a visit to the harbor, intent on resupplying.

[2015/09/01 16:14] /me Sven Kyne: me left Aberwyth village and immediately headed for the harbor. It was about this time Ashes started showing up and yelling at dock workers and yelling death wishes upon them and sailors.

[2015/09/01 16:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): When Cedar made her way down to the lower section of Aberwyth she was reminded of all the reasons she'd been glad to find a home in the wilds. It was dank, it was dark, and she was surrounded by stone and filth and there wasn't a single part of that idea - beyond the dark - that Cedar enjoyed. Still, what must be must be, and the small fae strode through the lower section of the town towards the docks. "Oi!" she called out to a dockhand as she passed. "Whose tha one in charge 'ere?"

[2015/09/01 16:16] Ashes (Bttenn): /me was indeed yelling, and throwing a bucket of fish gut at the unfortunate head of some random passer by. She wasn't really aiming for the head tho ... but if it accidentally hit target she won't be apologizing any time soon. Totally not hearing someone asking for her attention but the dockhand did point out the thrashing red Tiefling at the other side of the docks. And out of her mouth came the most vile slew of cusses and insults ever to come out of a Tieflings mouth, directly aimed specific workers that weren't up to par with her expectations.

[2015/09/01 16:21] /me Sven Kyne: me was passing the dockhand that pointed out Ashes to the surfacegoer and Sven pushed the man's arm down and looked at the woman. Sven was in a shit mood lately and down here he couldreally let it shine. The guard pushed the dockhand out of the way and Fern, a very unfortunate sailor knew to get the fuck outta the way when Sven came strolling up. Seeing the pointed eared woman, he'd approach and say "Do ya have an appointment Miss Whoeverthehellyouare?" Sven rolled his shoulder as he looked at the woman. One might hear the dockhand that was shoved glaring at Sven and uttering some profanity.

[2015/09/01 16:24] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): No sooner was a gesture made the tiefling's way than did Cedar's path along the docks shift to take her thence. She'd pinned her gaze to the shouting and apparently foul-humored woman -- and only broke it from her to glance to the man who blathered at Cedar for the shortest moment. A brow cocked, a side of her mouth lifted, in response to the snark. But afterwards Cedar just looked back to the woman, her stride continuing to take her down the docks.

[2015/09/01 16:27] Ashes (Bttenn): /me somehow noticed one of her guards arguing with a woman, mainly because the person she was arguing with already pointed it out ot her. That npc person was out for himself tho, considering it would remove Ashes ire from himself; ire that was easy to provoke and hard to get rid of but this didn't seem as something she could ignore. Ashes didn't just walk over, she marched over, just in time to see her try to ignore her guards "stop right there toots, authorized personel only" she barked at the woman while standing right next to her guard "any business you have, coming marching in here, better involve you clearing any outstanding debts" .. Ahses was greedy and took the no nonsence aproach in her greed.

[2015/09/01 16:31] /me Sven Kyne: turned with haste as the small woman moved past him without permission and he was about ready to take that hand of his and slam it into the woman's collar and throw her into the water. What stopped him from doing just that was Ashes herself coming to greet the woman. He smiled to himself and folded his arms across his chest. "Ouuuu, me likey a pat down..." he said. He stepped forward to nudge the surface goer towards his Master

[2015/09/01 16:37] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Well, that cocked brow of Cedar's didn't seem to have a chance to lower, what with one thing and the other. So it remained as the tiefling on whom she'd set her eye came marching her way and barked at her instead. To be honest, Cedar would have been surprised to hear she'd just ignored a guard. There'd been no indication to let her know and she'd assumed him just another dockhand. It wouldn't have changed a thing of course, the little fae would have done as she did, and when the man stepped up behind her to bump her the tiefling's way the fae's hand lifted abruptly, with just as abrupt a surge of magic, as she threw up her shield. "I've no debt," Cedar answered, her usual lilt a bit clipped. She moved forward as she was nudged with no apparent attempt to resist and cast the woman a wry grin. "Nor do I plan ta. Tha's no' tha ways I run thin's, aye? But I've procured meself a pritty venue an' I'd a mind ta make sure it's supplied." The grin faded away. "'Tis no whiskey at present, aye? An' tha'
[2015/09/01 16:37] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): willna do. Whiskey, lass. How many kegs d'ye hae?"

[2015/09/01 16:44] /me Sven Kyne: me stood directly behind Cedar now as she spoke to Ashes, When business appeared to be the topic of discussion he loosened up a bit and gave the two some space. He was not one to intrude on his Master's business deals or make any client uncomfortable with doing business either.

[2015/09/01 16:45] Ashes (Bttenn): /me stared at her, stared her down really. Narrowing her glowing green eyes at her, and obviously not buying a word of it "that's what they all say..." grumbling about the no-debt comment. Ashes clearly felt comfortable in her surroundings for if she felt the surge of magic, she did a good job of completely ignoring it, but it was possible that Ashes just wasn't that finely in tune with her own magic skills. Staring at her with a malicious grin as Sven gently nudged her forward "a little venue eh?" suddenly raising her voice and balling her fists "has that cheapskate son of a *bleep* tavern owner put you up to this?! Because let's be straight with each other from the bat toots, I don't care who owns the damned place, who ever buys it or who ever inherits it, buys or inherits its debts with it!" saying not a word of whether she had or didn't have any whisky in stock but did not neglect to mention "money opens up a lot of doors toots" Obviously Ashes was making some wild assumptions but one could argue
[2015/09/01 16:45] Ashes (Bttenn): that previous past experiences urged her to be extremely cautious of other peoples honesty. "Sven!" she barked at him, "next time you go on one of your strolls up there, be so kind as to find out who actually owns that thrice blasted tavern, will you?!" .. it really wasn't a question tho....

[2015/09/01 16:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was stared down. Well ... she was used to it. She was small and generally had to be stared down /at/ to be stared at at all. Didn't mean she liked it though and for that her arms crossed over her chest and her features settled into a scowl. "I'll no' be handlin' another's debts. I dint procure anythin' sayin' their debts be mine. Ye've trouble wi' tha lad --" What the hells was his name again? What had Cailean said? Ahh -- "Berry wa'sit? Go an' find 'im an' bleed it from 'im fer all I care. But aye, money opens a lot o' doors an' I've plenty o' money by which ta pay." Here she nodded, and when the order was given the dockhand behind the fae, she gave a small snort. "'Tis mine. My name be on tha sign now. Go an' take a look, if'n it pleases ye ..." Then her words trailed off and she seemed to reconsider, saying after. "Wha's yer price?"

[2015/09/01 16:55] /me Sven Kyne: me stood there quietly as Ashes 'negotiated' with Cedar. When his name was shouted, he'd perk up and say "If it pleases." he said simply enough. Then Cedar gave herself the title, probably not smart. If there was going to be any bleeding, it was Ashes trying to bleed all the money from the small woman. Its a great day when he only had to worry about Guard shit. Sven saw a dockhand lazying about and he moved away for a moment to correct the behavior. Being out sof sight, all that can be seen is a flash flying by and splashing into the water. Then Sven reappeared at his post, silent once more.

[2015/09/01 16:57] Ashes (Bttenn): /me snapped her fingers and told her "that's the cheapskate son of a *bleep* we are talking about!" still kinda shouting but this time it was the kind of shouting that wasn't meant to threaten anyone, altho it probably still could if one was particularly sensitive. Tho her tone quickly changed at the mention of money, together with her facial expression that contorted itself into an almost honest smile "well ...why didn't you say so earlier..?" She continued to explain her "I'll give you the short version of how things work don here, you pay us five copper for every delivery we make, if you don't, we'll charge you five coppers per day for having your goods stocked here instead until you pick them up within one week ... or we will auction it off and keep the profits for ourselves" ... giving her a less than sweet smile. "any objections before you hand over that delivery agreement you will have to sign before thinking of going any further?"
[2015/09/01 16:58] Ashes (Bttenn): work down here*

[2015/09/01 17:06] The Den Mother (ValerieVixxen): /me pulled up towards the little gathering and looked around. Finally the docks had been fixed! Excellent! Now the dock can get back to working...Or perhaps not working, if things went just right. "Well how mahvelous, Ashes de-ah! How /uttahleh/ divine!" she'd proclaim, running a gloved finger along one of the new wooden beams. Smooth. For now. Satisfied, the woman gave a smile that shone, and looked at those conducting business on the dock...And at Sven, who wasn't conducting business. She addressed them all in her usual drawl. "This will make eveddehthing wahk maaaahch bettah."

[2015/09/01 17:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): To be honest? Cedar thought five copper a pittance compared to what she'd bring in with the tavern. The look she wore however was bland, as though she hated to part with the coin -- yet knowing there'd be still more that must paid; the cost of supplies. "There be some paper I'd need ta write upon?" she asked with a blink. She didn't know, hadn't heard of it, but also couldn't care less. It'd be like roullette anyway for her to decide which name she'd write upon the paper, of which she had about a dozen. Handy things, names were, especially when used to bind a promise. "No' a one," came pertly then, with a shake of her head and a hand outstretched for the mysterious paper she'd need to sign. "But yer whiskey, lass. How much d'ye hae an' when will there be more supplies? I've plenty o' shite I need fer tha brews as mun be made by me own self, as weel as all tha' other tha' ye'd import. No' havin' tha whiskey is bad enough, bu' a'ready tha rum be runnin' low."
[2015/09/01 17:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me adds that she heard that familiarly strange voice but didn't look over just yet.

[2015/09/01 17:14] /me Sven Kyne: me began to lose inerest in the deal as he had no place in it. But such was expected with him being a guard. But it always felt nice redecorating someone's face. Seeing Mont-D'Or, he smiled and bowed his head. He then stepped away fromhis post, but not straying too far.

[2015/09/01 17:16] Ashes (Bttenn): /me heard the Regents voice coming over to her like yesterdays hangover, you can not ignore it, no matter how much you want to and if you try to ignore it ..it will come back with a vengeance. Not that she disliked the REgent for that matter, it was a matter of timing. "yes toots" she blatantly told Cedar before turning herself to the Regent "if you Ladyship would be as kind to explain to this little merchant" ... yes Ashes was belittling her endeavor, thinking it of no more than a little booze train in the forest, unbeknowest to Ahses that Cedar was teh new tavern master in effect. "how the document she is about to sign in order to have the harbor deliver ANYTHING to her humble abode ... will be legally binding on both parts" ... neglecting to mention that the agreement had everything it needed to make Cedar's life hell, but have no impact on Ashes and her business. At least not until Valesk invented some sort of trade union. Seeing Sven leave, she had every confidence in the fact he will beat
[2015/09/01 17:16] Ashes (Bttenn): the face in of people that deserved it, in her opinion.

[2015/09/01 17:27] The Den Mother (ValerieVixxen): /me wasn't so much into the blatant belittling. Everything was a game of politics to her. So she'd smile sweetly at Cedar as Ashes asked her to explain the legality of the document. "Yais, it's quoite official dahling. Naaahthing too intrusive, howevah. It will onleh sahve to make you-ah life easi-yah." she'd lie. In truth the woman didn't really care either way. It would all be irrelevant in the near future anyways if things went to plan. Smiling some more at Cedar, the woman would pause to fill her throat with smoke from her cigarette, before watching Sven wander off slightly. She kind of hoped Cedar got violent. she wanted to see his skills.

[2015/09/01 17:36] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me heard a lot of words, words that didn't mean a whole lot to her. This wasn't her first rodeo and she had no doubts at all that the agreement was more to the Harbor Master's benefit than her own, but the world was filled with necessary evils, and Cedar thrived in the business world, as cut throat as the next. It was very likely, in fact, that Cedar was about as willing to get violent to make business run as the Harbor Master seemed to be. What set the two apart however, was that the tiefling had a dock of hands, and Cedar had a tavern of drunks. Alas, as things seemed to be moving in the properly dishonest and money driven ways, Cedar had no cause for violence now and merely gave a nod of her head. "Aye, aye," she said, with no small amount of impatience after the ruby-gowned woman spoke. "I dint really care wha' yon slip o' paper says, so let's be done wi' it, eh? If there's ought I've a need ta sign, show it an' then I'd see tha whiskey delivered." A pause, a breath, a quirk of a brow for the
[2015/09/01 17:36] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): scent of the smoke -- Cedar is taking notes in the midst of all this, determining what she can of what the rich bish enjoys, for she's a mind to milk of every coin she can when opportunities arise. And the fae was the sort to make her own opportunity if she could. Then after, she tilted her head with a look to the tiefling, asking, "There'll be rum needed as weel in short order. I'd see ye keep it in mind. No' tha swill ye gi' tha dockhands an' sailors either, aye?"

[2015/09/01 17:41] Ashes (Bttenn): /me didn't care one bit about Cedar's feelings on the mater, in fact Ashes was rather adamant about having her sign it as soon as possible. "see, nothing to worry about toots" she reassured her. Tho Ashes reassuring anyone was like throwing sulfur on smoldering wood, it stinks and it has the dire potential of impending burn wounds. "Step into my office toots" she pointed towards the other side of the harbor, fully intent on having her sign that delivery agreement. Ashes was ready to call Sven too if needed .. seeing he was not far off. "this way!" almost shoving her towards her new office , physically trying to manoever her towards it to put a paper in front of her , with a nonsense approach "sign here" basically shoving the quill into her hands "whiskey , wasn't that what you needed? What you came here for to demand of me? Put that down in that agreement with your own hand ..if you will" ... Ashes smiled at her in a way that would not be comforting "which dockhands and sailors are referring to
[2015/09/01 17:41] Ashes (Bttenn): exactly?"

[2015/09/01 17:44] The Den Mother (ValerieVixxen): /me watched as Ashes led her victim off to the office to sign the papers. Leaving her nearly on her lonesome, save for Sven. A good time to leave, probably. She still needed to talk to Ashes, but now was not the time. She needed complete privacy for that. Besides, she had other matters to attend to. With another draw on her cigarette, denny would walk off towards the exit of the cavern, blowing a smoky kiss in Svens direction as she passed him

[2015/09/01 17:49] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was manhandled then, no sooner than she'd finished speaking to the woman. She was ushered along and it was easy to do, but what Ashes might realise when they got inside and the din around them thinned was that everytime she was pushed or prodded, Cedar made noise. There was nothing particularly notable about these sounds, the regular shuffle of skirt or fall of foot. Instead, what was notable was the fact that when Ashes did not do such, all the noises faded away. And it wasn't a matter of stealth, the little fae simply made none. As handsy as this all was, Cedar didn't seem to protest. She merely hitched up her skirt like the heathen she was, to keep herself from falling on her face, and was shuffled along. When they reached the desk and the paper that needed to be signed, Cedar eagerly scooped up the quill. After all, there were goods that she needed to get and this seemed to be the one thing in her way. So she bent and after a moment's thought, signed the paper under the name of
[2015/09/01 17:49] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "Applebottom". And since it'd been asked that she write what it was that she needed, she began to scribe a list that was rather long. :: Whiskey, Rum, Stout, Blood Wine, and then the various odds and ends that are used when one creates a brew.::

[2015/09/01 17:54] Ashes (Bttenn): /me didn't notice a sweet *anything* about any objecting noises she may or may not make. Ashes din't care, so why would she listen for them? In fact , if allowed Ashes would basically drag her into the office and forcefully put the quill in her hands while an armored other hand would point at the parchment and repeat "sign here!" even as she was already doing so. And let her go the moment her name was signed underneath the paper ... Ashes snatched it away from her and went to file it while smirking over her shoulder "we'll remember your name toots!" she promised her, which could give rise to the idea that Ashes was not working alone, she had backup.

[2015/09/01 17:56] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me watched the tiefling now that that was done and gave an upnod of her head. "Aye - an' tha whiskey then? When will ye hae it delivered?" she asked, turning and already slowly heading back towards the doorway.

[2015/09/01 17:59] Ashes (Bttenn): /me turned back at her as she was filing the paper and looked at her with the smile of the victorious " as soon as you pay what ever booze we have had in store" she grinned at her " you see, since that son of a *bleep* couldn't handle his affairs , we have a stock load of it from before a tidal wave destroyed the harbor ...whatever you are willing to pay for un-perishables that are taking up dock space, I'm willing to receive"

[2015/09/01 18:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded for this. "Aye ... how much d'ye hae an' wha's tha price? There's plenty I'll be needin' an' I'd see it handled if'n I may." There was a moment where Cedar eyed the place her paper was set within, a moment where she was pricked with a meager amount of curiosity for who all had papers signed in there as well. But mostly she was focused on the liquor which she'd needed and had brought her to the docks.

[2015/09/01 18:03] Ashes (Bttenn): /me practically guided her out " we'll talk about that later later , toots" somehow Ashes had a feeling she had still been double crossed and she will find it out somehow. Somehow, Ashes will find it out. She had connections , she had power now ..and she will be damn sure to abuse it!

[2015/09/01 18:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me pressed her lips thin for this. She was guided right out the door and without so much as a drop of whiskey. It had her narrow her eyes and draw in a breath, but she turned and walked down the docks again, heading back the way she'd come.

Spending an evening at the Tavern, Cedar meets some of the holdover staff and some Wardens who frequent it with regularity. She and Cailean share their tale as well, of the shade-beast who attacked them.

[2015/09/01 20:01] /me Gerald Baker takes the coin and moves back behind the counter, dropping them in the till. "Let's hope they decide to stay that way. They ruined rainy days for me, I don't need them ruining anything else." Truly, now whenever it rained, he'd get antsy and keep checking around for any shapes moving amidst the rain. He would blink then, at Bradock's mention of an elephant "An elewhat? What's that?"

[2015/09/01 20:06] Bradock (Katarr): /me continuously blows on the hot tea before him before he attempts to take a sip. As soon as his lips pucker and met the hot tea pouring towards them, the man recoils by moving his head back and leveling the mug off within his hand. "Ruined rainy days, huh? That's too bad, I've always liked rainy days. They've always had a sense of romance to them I feel." Eventually forgoing to drink the cup of tea anytime soon, Bradock sets it back along the wooden table, only for his eyes to widen in surprise when Gerald asks about the pachyderms. "have you never heard of an elephant? They are these magnificent creatures, huge!" As if he could give a an accurate representation of them, both of Bradock's arms extend out to his sides with his palms facing inwards. "They are about the size of this tavern. And they have these giant floppy ears and noses that run so long, they can drag them along the floor."

[2015/09/01 20:11] /me Gerald Baker frowns at Bradock's description of an elephant, saying "It sounds like you just made that up... noses that drag on the floor." he shakes his head "Only time a nose drags on the floor is when you put it there, not because it's too long." then noticing that Bradock's tea is sitting in the table, he would make like he's holding a cup, and would put his hand where the cup's bottom would be, before pointing to the little saucer on the platter. "I was having a lovely day, too. So much rain, so nice and cool on the skin. The thunder rumbled my bones and the lightning danced in my eyes. Then the damn mer..." he sighs.

[2015/09/01 20:14] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me made her way from the docks back to the tavern and did not look to be best pleased. Well, that was just her normal expression, but this time she meant it to be there. She'd little than less an idea of the conversation that currently went on, but quirked a brow for what she heard. In an instant, Cedar's eyes settled upon the man behind the counter - not the barmaid she'd grown used to seeing there. Then her gaze swept off to the patron and she eyed him as she walked past. "Guid eve t'ye all," she lilted, her voice a rather quiet thing, about as quiet as she was small. She made her way to the counter and moved to stand at its end. "So ye work 'ere then," she said to the man, not really a question in how it was toned. "Did ye ken we're out o' whiskey? An' tha rum's grown low. -- Wha's yer name, lad? An' wha's this talk o' fish?"

[2015/09/01 20:18] Bradock (Katarr): /me | The steam radiating from the tea finally ceases. Which, signals to Bradock that he was once again ready to try drinking from it. A small grin forms though along his lips as Gerald claims he was making up the creature. "I swear, they are a real thing. They sometimes have tusks too and walk on all fours. They have this gray skin and are hairless... well except for their asses." Unable to hold back the snicker as he continues. "But then again, who doesn't have hair on their ass, am I right?" That snicker forms into a full grown chuckle following his comment. A chuckle that quietly begins to die as another person enters the establishment. Regardless of knowing little about her, it would become quite apparent by her facial expression she not in a good mood. he provides a small nod of his head towards her in greeting before listening to the conversation between the two. "We were just talking about the attack that happened on Aberwyth recently." He chimes in before taking a tentative sip from his tea.

[2015/09/01 20:22] /me Gerald Baker looks to Cedar as she makes her way into the tavern, and would nod to the woman, saying "Hello there, miss. Yes, I'm Gerald, the tavern's cook, sometimes bartender, and guard on occasion. Welcome to the Ugly Duck, what can I get for you?" at the talk of the rum and whiskey, he would nod "Yes, shipments have been kind of slow recently, but the island is moving again. It'll be a little while before everyone finds where it is this time."
[2015/09/01 20:24] /me Gerald Baker would then look to Bradock, frowning "I still think yer makin' it up. Big as a tavern with a nose drags on the ground. Big grey and hairless... don't sound like nothing would be walking around on this earth." he'd then nod, looking back to Cedar "And yes... the Mer. I was asking if there's been any word of them since their attack. Thankfully, no."

[2015/09/01 20:28] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): That made Cedar blink. "The fish did tha'?" she asked, clearly surprised by this idea. "I'd though' as it'd been yon wee shade-beast in tha woods? Whye'er wuid tha merfolk hae come ta land an' cause such trouble as painted tha whole square red?" She tskd and shook her head, muttered words coming then in an older tongue. "Gerald - 'tis guid ta meet ye. I'd gone an' met the sot as runs tha docks an' she had me leave wi' nary a cask o' liquor in me hands. Assures me she's tha guids she does, but dint see one lick o' it there! Will be trouble an' she dint bring tha stuff 'round in a day or twa."

[2015/09/01 20:34] Bradock (Katarr): /me lowers the cup back along the table and sets the elbow of his right arm along it as well. His index finger would then extend to point back at Gerald. "I swear, Gerald, you are going to leave the Isle one day, find an elephant and are then going to owe me a free drink for doubting me." There was a hint of amusement within the tone of his voice as he says this. He would then, lean back to wrap his fingers around the cup and take less tentative sips from his glass of tea, the once steaming liquid having cold to the perfect temperature of consumption. "Yeah, they did that. No sure why, Gerald probably knows more-" There is a small nod of his head within the direction of the male in question. "He was there at the attack, actually." Pausing to take another large sip from his cup, Bradock lowers it yet again to speak. "Oh, the Tiefling that runs the docks in Lower City right? You should be careful with her. She said tax day was coming soon... which is a mighty fine excuse to, essentially, charge people their
[2015/09/01 20:34] Bradock (Katarr): first born child."

[2015/09/01 20:39] /me Gerald Baker nods "Aye, that was the fish. Don't ask why, but they did. With a bunch o' zombies, too." he frowns "It was... terrible." he shakes his head then, clearing the thought "I ain't been to the docks to talk with them folks. But I did get a letter a while back. I assumed it wasn't much my problem and tossed it out." as Bradock speaks of owing him a drink when the elephant is seen, he would shake his head "Hell naw, I can't see something you done made up. 'S the thing about making things up. So, yer gonna have t' try an' find another way t' ask for a drink." he smirks

[2015/09/01 20:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me looked to Gerald expectantly at that, but when he supplied little more as to the reason why, she shook her head again. The idea the mer had made use of zombies though brought a rather disgusted look upon Cedar's face and when Gerald spoke of tossing letters, Cedar, maybe surprisingly, laughed. "Weel, I'd be more afraid o' tha shade-beast in the woods, I wuid," she lilted, moving again and turning to rummage through the bottles and casks and kegs they still had. "I've little care fer wha' that bitch wants until she brings in tha whiskey - an' she wint be seein' a spot o' coin until she do."

[2015/09/01 20:49] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me heads to the tavern, along with Loki. Well she had had enough of apples and berries and nuts and her own cooking per se. She wasn't one of those awesome cooks, she could maybe just put together a meal of cooked meat and such, though it might not be perfectly seasoned and stuff. She had avoided the tavern after that woman had just... ugh... puked and broken her table in half yanno. On the way, she mumbles to Loki while looking at a parchment she held open, reading as she walked, every now and then bumping into some passerby and muttering an apology. "Hmmm... that's interesting... It's a bit hard to memorize but.. I guess I can... soon enough... ", as if she were talking to herself and finally looks up as she reaches the Tavern, under new management and stuff. Ella looks in curiously and sees the old cook and the maker of fine muffins, so that was good! She then turns to her left only to see her husband seated at one of the tables. She smiles and rolls up the scroll walking up to the table and leans while
[2015/09/01 20:49] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): holding the back of the chair he sat upon to give him a peck on the cheek in greeting "Hey there... What did you have?", she peers into whatever was placed on him before taking a seat near him at the table and looks up at the woman talking about.. whiskey delivery? Having caught only bits of that, she blinks trying to put two and two together and failing she shrugs "The Tavern -looks- the same.. what has changed?", she asks out loud and then calls out to Gerald "I hope the food remains the same? Whats there that is hot and spicy? And some meat for Loki please as usual?", she asks with a grin and then looks at Bradock "Well my coin purse is substantially lighter today!"

[2015/09/01 20:50] Bradock (Katarr): /me eventually manages to consume the last bit of tea within the mug and place it down along the table, scooting it away from him in the classic 'I'm done' gesture for someone to take up the glass. "One day, Gerald, you are going to SEE an elephant and come back to me with your head hung in shame and apol-" Before Bradock could finish his sentence, the dark haired woman's words penetrate his ears and swiftly pulls his attention to her. Any humor he may of had within the situation drastically declining. "There is a shade beast in the forest? Are you sure? Have you seen it? What does it look like?" Even Ella entering the tavern with his favorite canine friend, Loki did little to lighten Bradock's sudden stern mood.

[2015/09/01 20:57] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me headed into the tavern, intent on a meal that wasn't going to cook itself at home; Cedar may have been in the kitchen, but it wasn't the ri--.. was that a dress? The sight of the little pict in a dress startled him. Not that they'd known each other for very long, but he couldn't remember ever seeing her in one, much less a skirt of any sort. After having paused near the door, he overheard the conversation and strode in, heading toward the counter. "I'll have what she's having," he nodded toward Ella and leaned against the counter, sneaking furtive glances at the way Cedar's dress grew tight over her arse as she moved. Called Applebottom's now for a reason, aye? His gaze swept to Bradock. "There's plenty of beasts in the forest, but you'd not believe us if we'd told you; sure as the gods above shit comets, it was a shadeling. She got the rot and I'd have the scars if it weren't for her healing -- so trust us when we say we've done more than seen it."

[2015/09/01 21:00] /me Gerald Baker shrugs to Cedar "Well, good luck with that, miss. I hope you can get the shipment and everything worked out soon. Being out of things is not good for business." as Ella makes her way inside, he would wave to her, saying "Oi. I'll getcha some meat an'..." he hums "I could add some ground cayenne to the stew, I suppose. I don't make much that's too spicy." turning, he'd get a little plate of meat scraps which he would set down in Loki's place." the continued mention of a Shade beast had Gerald somewhat intrigued as well... but this is one thing he wasn't going to ask about, for fear he'd be sent out to face it. He always faces the big dangerous things... and that usually ends up hurting a lot! Roused from his thoughts, he would wave to Cailean "Hey there."

[2015/09/01 21:05] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): For the man's sudden and focused interest, Cedar turned from what she'd been doing. She turned with a look that was grim and yet eager, for what Pict didn't enjoy sharing a good tale. But before she could speak, Cailean entered and to him the little fae's gaze went. She watched him as he moved to the counter and placed an order and then looked back to the man as Cailean answered him. For Cailean's words, Cedar nodded, then caught sight of the woman who arrived. She remembered seeing her the other day so gave the lass a nod as well, and then went to stand where Cailean leaned. "Aye," she spoke at last, only after Cailean seemed to finish. "We did much more'n see it. It sliced him till he nearly did it did, an' took me stag in one o' its great maws!" Her gaze slipped suddenly to the blonde and those narrow eyes of Cedar's widened. "Three of 'em it had! Whye'er wuid a thin' need three mouths from which ta feed? An' terrible large wi' bits tha' came up ta killt ye from tha ground." Her gaze swept
[2015/09/01 21:05] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): back to the man's. "I'd be dead now as weel, aye? Were it no' fer tha blessed healin'.:

[2015/09/01 21:11] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me 's eyebrows rise up high on her forehead and she shakes her head just as Bradock like... semi flips out at the mention of the shadeling "This is the third time I'm hearing of those blasted beings. Why one even said he fought it and killed it single handed right here in the common square of Upper Aberwyth. I just thought he was bragging... but this sounds more believable..", she nods at the male that had just entered and elaborated more and looks aghast for a few moments as she looks from him to Cedar, mirroring her expression "Three.. mouths?? Ugh it deserves to be chopped off more than thrice then.. ", she then nods "Blessed Healing... yes", and then looks at the male "So you did it in? Kudos to you."

[2015/09/01 21:14] Bradock (Katarr): /me manages to pry his attention from the conversation long enough to look to Ella and reach within his pocket. He eventually, manages to find that small bag that he had within his pocket and place it before his wife. Though, it was perhaps just as light as Ella's was. The new arrival of the man into the tavern soon perks his attention as he positively identifies the creature as a shadeling. "Then, it attacked you both?" He asks now looking between Cedar and Cailean. "And you managed to defeat it? That's impressive. How long ago was this? Has that rot cleared up? And, where did you last see this Shadeling?" There is a small pause for Bradock to clear his throat with a clenched fist to his lips. "Sorry, let me introduce myself, my name's Bradock and this-" That once clenched fist opens to gesture back to the woman sitting next to him. "is my wife, Ella. It may not look like it, but we're Wardens, even Gerald back there is one too." With a quick flick of his head, he gestures to Gerald in the back. "If you saw
[2015/09/01 21:14] Bradock (Katarr): a Shadeling, there's likely to be more, nearby. So, any information you could give us on where you killed this creature would help us."

[2015/09/01 21:21] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "Gerald," Cailean replied in greeting, offering him a quick nod and a grin. Somehow, he was glad that the man was still around; he'd become an endearing fixture at the Ugly Duckling and Cailean hoped that he'd become the same here at Applebottom's. He'd been about to comment when Ella suggested that they'd beaten it -- which drew a harsh laugh from him. "Ah, no, not at all lass. We were both very lucky to make it out of there alive. From what we figure, it made a visit here in the square only hours after it'd had it's way with us. Call it dead as rights, but not by us. It'd had big, long arms, just like a squid's, with thorns the size of knives. No, it let us be for some reason -- think it just wanted the stag we'd downed. Couldn't say." He paused and looked to Cedar, reminding himself that aye, they /had/ survived that somehow. "Bradock. Ella. I'm Cailean and this is Cedar. We'd be married, but she doesn't think I'm rich enough." Cailean flashed Cedar a mischievous grin, before he looked back to the pair at
[2015/09/01 21:21] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): the table. "I was Captain of Aberwyth's Guard here until I resigned a couple days ago. And aye, it'd had three huge mouths. Was a she, I think -- body like a human, but with those.. things."

[2015/09/01 21:25] /me Gerald Baker grins and nods to Cedar "We're the newest ones, actually. But... have done a lot." He would then sigh "So, I suppose we are all going to be heading into the forest for a shadeling hunt, then? That sounds... fun. Probably painful... Kind of like something we don't want to do, but will do anyway." He'd hum to Cailean "So... it were slain..." he sighs "But evil never dies, only falls again to rise... probably more pissed off n' it was." he reaches up to scratch at his jaw "I heard something about a fire in the forest from some weird lookin' little guy. Dunno what caused th' fire, but... probably something along the lines of... evil."

[2015/09/01 21:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): As the blonde commisserated and agreed, Cedar's head bobbed up and down. There was a look of awe that rested on the fae's face even from simply recounting the bits of the tale she did. And yet, as soon as the woman congratulated Cailean on his kill, Cedar's expression shifted to something quite like alarm. "Oh no!" she said in a voice quite energetic for all that it remained soft, "'tis no' dead, lass!" Cedar'd began, only to stop short when Cailean spoke at the same time. Cedar listened, her head bobbing along as if to punctuate the words he said, but then she looked to /him/ and interuppted him a moment, saying, "Och - tha' wasna tha shade-beast, Cailean." Cedar gestured to Gerald and Braddock both. "Jus' learned from them, 'twas tha mer, tha' was." And then the fae turned, glancing back to both the Wardens, smiling brightly for a moment when they gave their names. She smiled brighter still, though more impish of nature, when Cailean said his spiel about her and him and richness besides. A shake
[2015/09/01 21:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): of her head for the man and a toss of glance then cast Gerald's way. "Weeel, an' then it'd be verra safe wi'in Applebottom's, if'n we've Wardens restin' themselves wi'in. 'Specially if slayin' yon shade-beasts is yer game." She seemed to shiver a bit then, and stepped closer over to Cailean with a glance that moved from those within to the night outdoors. But whatever it was that had thrown the fae off, brought little more than a moment's concern from her - for all she knew, it was merely the memory of the day within the woods. "Dint ken if cuid tell ye righ' where i'twas. Were huntin'," she murmured, a bit of distraction now weighed within her words. "But did ye head down deep inta tha woods an' take it near to tha waters ... bu' no' quite sae far as Valeska's shrine, aye? Tha'd be tha place." A pause, and Cedar turned her gaze back from the night and to the two seated at the table. "A pleasure meetin' tha both o' ye."

[2015/09/01 21:38] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me listens to them all speak, nodding politely as the introductions were made. Oh crap.. more names... ugh... she sincerely hoped Brad remembered them but for now she would try hard to remember the names of them both. "Well it is definitely providence that saw you through that ordeal.", she closes her eyes for a short moment and then nods as the woman speaks "Aye... the mer... that huge mer and his army of undead... and that one naga..", she grimaces and then picks up the pouch Brad had set on the table and pulls out copper to pay for the meal, and she chuckles "Well bein rich is one thing.. but bein brave to face a shadeling is entirely another yanno..", she then nods "Pleased to meet you as well", as she directed her voice at Cedar and Cailean and then looks from Bradock to Gerald and shakes her head "The Shadelings have an uncanny knack of being able to -hide- very well... we might end up lost in the woods going in circles... ", she shrugs and then looks at Gerald "We saw a patch... a completely burned
[2015/09/01 21:38] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): circular patch at the woods.. and lots of traps... caught animal remains... Not pretty I tell you... ", she then purses her lips before adding "But if we must go Shadeling hunting... It is best we go in the day.. ', she looks outside for a moment "Tis getting quite dark... hmmm", as if musing for a brief moment and then turns to feed Loki a bit of meat from his plate.

[2015/09/01 21:44] Bradock (Katarr): /me listens between both accounts of the incident, an eyebrow raising as Cailean claims it had attacked the square, only for his would-be-wife to correct in. "Then, it is still alive and out there. Near water, that is before Valeska's shrine." His gaze lifts then to Gerald behind the counter and forms a mall grin along his lips. "Yup. Sounds like we'll be going Shadeling hunting. Should be interesting to say this least. This one sounds like it is a monster in its own right. Guess you'll be putting that armor to good use in a REAL fight after all, huh?" When Ella mentions the time of night, Bradock solemnly nods along with her in agreement. "Yeah, we'll have to start hunting tomorrow sometime." He addresses the couple once more, with a small yet not quite sincere smile out of the humor in Cailean's jest, his mind clearly else where at this point in time. "It is a pleasure to meet the two of you as well."

[2015/09/01 21:46] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "True words spoken by an honest man," Cailean nodded upon hearing Gerald's words. "And aye, I imagine you'll have yourself a few adventures while you hold membership with the Wardens. If nothing else, never travel alone through the woods; Cedar and I remember it well. The forest had grown dark and still, then the animals fled before us. Right across our paths. The sky grew dark around us, though the sun was up and bright and.." Cailean shook his head. "It came from under the ground, sprouting like a weed." He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing at it, before he exhaled again. "So if you're going to go looking, maybe you should bring shovels." Cailean looked to Cedar, wondering between the two of them which was the right story -- no doubt, it'd been the mer, but he'd thought he'd heard there was more besides. And of course, the sky chose to darken just then, and if nothing else, Cailean felt uneasy in his gut. Perhaps the memory was spooking him, and so he'd just dismissed the
[2015/09/01 21:46] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): feeling. Maybe he'd suggest to Cedar that they spend the night in the room upstairs, rather than traipse all the way back through the woods to get home. "Aye, a pleasure," he echoed. Seemed as though everyone had their minds elsewhere.

[2015/09/01 21:51] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): "And it had the most remarkable eyes ..." she said on the heels of Cailean's added recollection. She shook her head, wanting to shake the queer feeling and the memory away, then sighed and turned a glance to the night once more. "D'ye be safe if'n ye try ta find it. An' if ye value yer lives, ye'll no' let it bleed upon ye, aye? -- Oh!" Cedar suddenly looked to them both before reaching down the bodice of her gown. It was perhaps not the most modest thing a woman could do, but what was even worse was that she pulled a vial from within and walked to the table with it held out. "Supposen mebbe best if'n ye hae this then, aye? Fer I've no notion who else ta gi' it to - and no desire ta leave it idle." The vial was set upon the table beside the discarded cup the man had previously pushed away. It was tightly stoppered and within was what looked a foreboding black kind of sludge -- and Cedar seemed all too happy to walk back away.

[2015/09/01 21:54] /me Gerald Baker nods to Ella "Good thought, that. But then... it wouldn't be out. I mean, shadeling... it likes the dark, right? So if we're out when it's light, it will be in hiding in dark places where we can't see it." he looks around to everyone a moment, asking "Right? That... that sounds right." he shrugs and sighs "I honestly have no damn clue." but then... that is not a rare occurrence. Looking to the vial of black sludge, he frowns "Who th' hell carries tar in their bodice? Or... that's not tar... which is worse."

[2015/09/01 21:58] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me nods and idly eats her stew, preoccupied and all, as she listens to the tale told and just blinks as Cedar walks up to place something on the table. Though, JUST as the vial is set on the table, Ella's face goes ashen, as if she had eaten bad meat. She immediately leans far back, as if trying to distance herself from it and girps the table... "Wh.. What is that?", she asks Cedar, and looks from her to Bradock and turns her face away, something about it was making her feel sick.. well it was so close to her on the table. "Ugh... I can't.. eat", she dumps the stew in Loki's plate and buries her face in her hands.

[2015/09/01 22:03] Bradock (Katarr): /me | "Shovel's to bury the damn thing once we're done with it!" He attempts a rather boisterous and hearty tone with this. But, it was quite evident that the usual cocky Bradock knew full well the dangerous of the Shadelings. His eyes once more drift back to Gerald then. "You've got a point, it'll be harder to find during the day. But, odds are, it at least won't get the jump on us. A fair enough trade off I'd say, don't you think?" though, once Cedar approaches with a small vial that she sets before hi m filled with the black sludge, Bradock carefully reaches for the object and takes it within his hand, carefully holding it as he observes the object over. "Is this... from the Shadeling? How did you even manage to get this?" He briefly looks to Ella who, was now feeding her food to Loki. That lucky fox was getting a good meal in tonight.

[2015/09/01 22:09] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me eyed the little vial that Cedar passed on and paled. Better that they had it, he decided. "Whatever you do, don't touch it, aye? Not with your skin." He shook his head and, for once, didn't feel too hungry himself. Sorry Gerald, the food is good, but he remembered distinctly the feel of the shadeling's thorns as it slashed him to ribbons. Maybe he'd doggy bag it and bring it home for later. "I know I said it'd beaten us, but we got our own licks in. Maybe enough to deter it from killing us off, but that's how," he commented grimly. "Cedar and I are both alchemists. We thought it would be useful to have, but we decided we didn't want anything to do with it in the end."

[2015/09/01 22:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me made a quick jaunt back to Cailean's side and breathed relief when she looked back to the table to see the vial had been claimed. She lifted a meaningful glance to Cailean, for yes, it was better that the Wardens had it, and not them. "Aye," she said for Cailean's words. "'Twas a thin' I'd ne'er seen afore an' so I'd done as I a'ways do. Gathered up tha ichor that it'd bled. Meant ta study such a thin'. There be answers a'ways, within tha blood, aye? But ... I'm no' like ta try an' find them. No' after wha' jus' touchin' tha shite did." Though she hadn't really been hungry before, she certainly wasn't now, and though she cast a curious glance towards Ella, Cedar's mind was too filled with possibilities and memories of the shadeling to really consider why she felt suddenly ill. Instead, she slipped a hand within Cailean's and pulled him towards her as she began to head across the room. "Do think as mebbe time we mun be off. It grows darker than it shuid be out there an' we live deep wi'in tha
[2015/09/01 22:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): woods ..."

[2015/09/01 22:17] /me Gerald Baker nods to Bradock "Aye, that's true... I mean, unless we go into said dark place trying to find it. Then... since we can't see it well... it could still..." he shakes his head "I'm just gonna stop thinking about it. If I think about things I just over think it and things get messed up." He waves to Cedar then as she talks about heading out "Have a good night, lass. Do be careful, aye?" He hums "Y'know, with all this talk of the mer an' shadelings n' what not... just realized... Viveka hasn't been stopping by for her rum cake."

[2015/09/01 22:19] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me shakes her head, "That is just vile.. I dabble in a bit of alchemists methods myself... but I would never be able to study that...", she points to the vial, with a sick look on her face, disgusted yet more along the lines of -ugh I wish it didnt affect me cuz I SO want that-. She then looks at Cailean and nods at his words before turning to Bradock "What are you going to do with it?", she asks and then looks at Gerald apologetically "The stew was great Gerald.. really... ", and then nods at Cedar "Well there be many things to study... that are just as dangerous but not as vile. However, You have a point there... Tis getting dark... You live out in the woods? Be safe then!", she smiles politely as best as she could despite the ichor incident and then blinks "Oh the Bathhouse Owner... Well I sure hope she is fine after that Mer incident!", she adds to Gerald's query. For that was all she knew on the matter.

[2015/09/01 22:25] Bradock (Katarr): /me continues to turn the vial over a few times within his hand. Upon completing his inspection, the vial is very carefully placed within a pouch at his hip and patted as it is neatly set away. "Blood is life. Blood is power. Someone once told me that. I know a spell-" His attention now focusing between Gerald and Ella as he speaks. "I only need to use a drop of this stuff, but, I should be able to track the creature. If it is still in our plane of existence, I'll be able to find it. As for the rest of the blood." He was now quite clearly speaking to Ella with how his eyes fixate upon her. "I'm not sure. The Wardens could study this I'm sure. I'll have to talk to the Harbinger, this seems like something that should probably be brought to her attention." he would finally speak to the couple once more, a small smile forming along his lips. "That's probably a good call. Anything made with any part of those vile creatures would surely end in some sort of taint." It was then, Bradock places both hands along the
[2015/09/01 22:25] Bradock (Katarr): table and scoots himself back, seat moving from behind in with a soft sound of the legs scraping along the floor as he stands. "Thank you both, truly." The man preforms a small bow of his head to Cailean and Cedar. "We'll be sure to steer it clear of our hands. I need a night to read up on my Blood Tracking spell, it has been awhile since I've last used it. Tomorrow, we should meet at The Keep and start looking for this creature the sooner the better."

[2015/09/01 22:27] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me is off with Cedar then!

The Lady of Aberwyth decided to host a Carnival, and Cedar, money-grubbing merchant that she is, setup a stall there for the tavern to sell drinks. But not just any drinks. Seeing as supplies are low, she threw together an alchemical brew instead - and counted it a success. She even got to speak with some nobleman about a reduction in taxes for the tavern!

[2015/09/02 17:22] /me Banf leans her head upon the side of the booth, letting out a low breath. "I this a festival or a funeral?" And then even quieter "And if you try kissing me, booth, I WILL infest you with mice."

[2015/09/02 17:23] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me slipped through the clusters of islanders who'd come to spend time at the carnival. A bob of a head here, and dip of the chin there, Cedar wasn't really paying mind to who she passed. To be honest, she was worried there'd be enough liquor to last the day and thought perhaps, seeing as she hadn't yet recieved a new delivery of goods, she should be the one to work the stand. Never could tell if the help would hand out free drinks to their friends. So when she finally reached the Applebottom's stall, she shooed the maid from the confines and took up spot herself. "Stiff drinks! Come an' get yer mouth's wet!" she hollared. "Dint like tha taste left in yer gullet from yon kissin' booth? Applebottom's got tha cure!" Sorry Chione, it's business, eh? Cedar cast the trap-shopstress an apologetically mischievious grin and kept on. "Come on ower an' try yer luck! Lady Luck's on tha menu this eve, eh?"

[2015/09/02 17:25] /me Banf looked across the row of stalls at that, eyes wide and startled. "It *IS* a funeral! You have my great-great-great-aunt on me arthair's side on the docket!"

[2015/09/02 17:27] Chione (Bokystroki): /me pulled her head back from the fae, suddenly having a visual of mice scurring around on her tonsils, which was rather awful - yet it also make her stomach rumble. "Noted." she stated to the woman, before a particular voice caught her attention. She was about to say hello to Cedar until her sells pitch caught her loud ears, causing Chione to practically fume! "OI!" her eyebrows shot up as she waved her hand to get Cedar's attention, "I'll have you know I can make plenty o'women and men just a sloppy and moist as yer saggy bottom!"

[2015/09/02 17:28] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me shook her head at Chione "no not at all" muttering softly as she rubbed her limp arm sighing softly "So what is exactly that you are doing. I do not understand this event at all." She then looked between Cedar then Chione "Sloppy and moist what... that sounds digusting."
[2015/09/02 17:28] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): disgusting*

[2015/09/02 17:28] ~Anrisa~: /me stays hidden, still rather confused at how she had sensed the womans thoughts. Having never felt this sensation with others, she was in a state of alert, her senses telling her something was NOT right here, her fur falling away to reveal skin(Shift))

[2015/09/02 17:34] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me 's eyes widened the smallest bit for the rebuttal that Chione gave. That was alright though, for also made the mischief broaden in her grin and Cedar shrugged, grabbing up a mug and filling it to the brim. "My arse is in no need fer reprisal," she lilted. Then Cedar turned and sauntered back behind the stalls, striding over to the kissing booth. ";Ere ye are lass. On tha house." Cedar smiled, then turned her attention to the other two. "Can I no' interest either o' ye bonnie lasses in a drink ta wet yer throats?"

[2015/09/02 17:34] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me quirks a brow, already regretting the three copper spent. She sighs, oh well.... The fox now was all over the table, messing up some cards and things, making the tablecloth wet, generally making a nuisance of itself. Ella dusts off some droplets from her hands before just nodding at the Tarot lady and looks at the cards, pointing at the second, third, fifth and seventh card held out in that fan like formation. "Alriigghht", she mutters and leans back on the chair.. to hear this.. amazing simple phrase.

[2015/09/02 17:34] Eala: /me Du spies a colourfully dressed (NPC) fellow looking about the floor where the lute had lay, he threw his hands to his head aghast and then scratched his left temple with a forefinger. Suddenly his head tilted catching the tune that drifted and he looked sharply in Eala's direction. She met his stare as he began to march angrily towards her, but before he was within a foot of her she smiled darkly and blew a flurry of red, fine dust into his face. The human male stopped in his tracks, spluttered and then anger turned to soppy grin before he dissolved into fair unmanly giggles, all the while applauding her performance, often missing palms in some drunken manner. Eala watched him, letting out low laugh before stopping short and deciding upon mournful song, hearing mention of a funeral somewhere in the crowd.

[2015/09/02 17:42] /me Zeekial rolls R4 (CC:be8e): 138, What will your future bring...
[2015/09/02 17:43] /me Ella Moraeu rolls R3 (CC:be8f): 44, Noooo idea (Knowledge roll)

[2015/09/02 17:44] Chicane (Maeve Wickentower): /me nudged the fox away as she wiped the dirt and grim off the table, swiftly flipped the first card over, analyzing it thoroughly before flipping the next, and the next, before laying down the last and final card
flat with a audible little snap. "Ahhhhh...." she cooed, before grinning up at the woman, "Hope is within you. Impatience fills your naive mind. Strife and Victory!" though as she then examined the last card, she shook her head,
"Day dreams fill your mind with silly childish fantasies. You soon will have to make an adult choice - that will determine if you can move forward for glory, or take two steps back for those you love." with that, the fortune teller
signalled that she was finished, collecting the cards and coin as she began to shuffle once more.

[2015/09/02 17:46] /me Banf took three steps, three steps out of the patch of wild flowers, the promise of a fanciful repast having of course attracted her attention. but at th third, the magical number, of course, stp she just ground to a halt. Another mournful song? What manner of festival is this? A festival of doom? A festival of grief. A festival of put the ladies to sleep to have their way with them? Sh looked to Chione suspiciously then shook her head. Spinning on one heel her gaze focusd upon the lute bearer. "Enough! This is music the Finn would put you in the grogpot for! Come to me, my fiercesome horde!" And yes, her horde arived, rippling through the grass, sifting through the wildflowers. mice! With acorn hats. And leaf bonnets! Fine. So it wasn't the fiercest hordes in the world. She sung out words clear and serene ...

[2015/09/02 17:48] Chione (Bokystroki): /me takes the mug as she eyed Cedar suspiciously, before taking a little sip. The half-elf paused a moment, taking in the flavor before licking her lips and sighing happily. Looks like her stomach wont growl so much after all! "Now tha's more like it!" tilting her head at Skyrah, she shook her head, "Are innuendos gettin' sloppy?" eying the army of mice and rats she then shrieked, propping her butt up on her little booth and moving her feet out of the way like some young and girlish lassie, holding her mug not to spill like a champ.
[2015/09/02 17:48] /me Banf sung out, "There once was a minstrel whose songs ... were always too mournful and long ... and handful of mice ... now that would be nice ... to happily right what is wrong!" Sighing hercommand , the mice as one nodded, charged and jumped into the songbox of the minstrel's lute! One leaped! Such a leap! To keep watch from the pegboard!

[2015/09/02 17:49] /me Banf: me looked quite satisfied with hernaturalistic cantrip! "Fin. I admit the lyrics were a bit weak, rhyming a plural with a singular and all.
[2015/09/02 17:51] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me listens to the Tarot reader speak, well it was highly unlikely she would remember the exact words, but she nods as she gets the gist, at least she thinks she does! "uuh uh.. Alright!", she shrugs, giving a grin in return to the reading and rises from the chair, grabbing her fox as well. That was three copper, she would never see again. "well Thank you! I'll be sure to... take two steps every time I dream.. or something", Now.. what next... she looks around idly. Damn it was days like this she wished she drank, noticing Cedar and the tavern booth as well.

[2015/09/02 17:51] Chicane (Maeve Wickentower): /me nodded as she awaited her next vict-er...customer.

[2015/09/02 17:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me smiled serenely once the mug was taken from her hand and turned, with a wave of her arm towards Sky and any others who looked her way - beckoning them to her booth of drinks. "Stiff drinks!" she called out making her voice as loud as she could. "Come an' get yer arse lit. No one likes a guid time like tha one in their cups! An' Lady Luck is on tha menu tonigh'!"

[2015/09/02 17:54] ~Anrisa~: /me whimpers as her form begins to distort, once wolf was now a human form, 18 years of age from the looks. A redheaded short female, a suspicious air about her as she leaves behind building, away from crowd, eyes glowing amber. trying to act nonchalant

[2015/09/02 17:54] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles a she leans against the mud pit, waiting for any others to step forward for the mud wrestling. and giggles as still doesnt see anyone else coming to challenge her.

[2015/09/02 17:54] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me seemed to be lost in a slight trance while she was listening to Banf playing the instrument, but snapped back to reality just in time to hear someone shriek and spotted all the mice that came scurrying out of the grass. Where as she might have freaked out...she was amused by the little hats upon their heads, and found herself laughing at the sight. "How charming," she'd say, then started making her way down the cobblestone street. She was a bit relieved now to see that the carnival was picking up, and seeing the newcomers, she'd smile. "Welcome all that have just arrived!" she'd call out, and a jester nearby would pop up beside her to say his peace. "Don't be shy, try out the games that have been placed about. Dare you try the knife throwing wheel? Or do you wish to get down and dirty, maybe be flirty, within the pile of mud?" The Jester cackled and ran down the street over to Cailean and waved his stick of fancy in the man's face.

[2015/09/02 17:55] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me tilted her head and just well was not sure! "Uhh I am not sure if I should drink Cedar... I don't hold my drink well." Then she looked to Chione as she started to freak out from the well small little mice "do they actually scare you? and what do you mean innuendos" the poor naive wolf. Though at the mention of tarot she tilts her head "ill be over there in a minute" she says to the woman before her attention is back to Cedar and Chione.

[2015/09/02 17:57] Chione (Bokystroki): /me took a third sip from her frothy brew, now turning to sky with a grunt, "'Ave you ever seen what a rat can do on a ship? Ye'd be scared too!" she continued to stay propped on her booth then, rather comfortable and it was nice to be able to almost equal Sky's height for once! With that thought, Chione grinned rather slyly, pointing at her sign, "So whaddya say? A kiss to make yer arm feel better?"

[2015/09/02 17:58] /me Sheonna DuCairne rolls Dice (CC:be9a): 43, The drink?

[2015/09/02 17:58] Eala: /me Du pointed a toe and tapped it slightly, smiling down at the lute player who had taken to sit on the floor and release occasional chuckles into the air. She dandied fingers lazily on the strings and glanced over to the stall that held bottles of some such, she wondered if it held any of the brew that Dasiuke had offered her once. She sniffed at the air, trying to sense such, eyes flitting as she heard a shout of 'enough!' Of course the Fae would not even entertain such directed at her. A moment later...her notes bumped and thumped, rattled and..squeaked! Eala stopped playing and turned the instrument in hand, puzzlement and disbelief written on her features. 'Squeak!' a mouse sang and twanged a string near her ear. Eala spied the mouse staring at her from the tuning pegs and she blinked back, then gave one sharp flick and mouse took to air, before being caught by tail in the delicate fae fingers. She raised it and stared..before knock, bang squeak, echoed from inside the lute.

[2015/09/02 17:59] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Decidedly, the Isle needed more men. Cailean headed into the carnival remarking to himself quietly that there was hardly a man to be seen -- and didn't that make Valesk a paradise? Ah, if only he were young again, strapping, and with all the adolescent juices flowing through his veins to take advantage of the luck. Youth was wasted on youth though, alas, so old man Cailean had been about to head on over to the drinking booth and say hello to his lady love when a jester popped up in his face. Considering he was no longer the Captain of the guard anymore, he saw no reason not to take advantage of the situation and kick the bastard in the shins.

[2015/09/02 17:59] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:be9b): 17, get shin-fucked, jester.
[2015/09/02 18:02] /me Valkyrie Asta Munthe rolls Dice (CC:be9c): 63, hopefully dodging the shin fucking

[2015/09/02 18:02] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was grabbing another mug even though no one was walking up to purchase a drink. Yet she turned, eyes skimming over the crowd, and began to fill it to the brim. "Come on ower!" the small fae called out. "Dint be shy! Wha's better'n a drink when yer havin' fun, aye?" The mug filled, Cedar leaned into the counter and waved it to and fro like a beacon to the crowd. "Come an' try yer luck - Lady Lulck's 'ere tonigh'!"

[2015/09/02 18:03] /me Banf satisfied with her charges valiant duty, she turned, turned to look back to the kissing booth, focused on Chione, both shocked and appalled! Fine. Theatrically shocked and appalled. "I shall have you know they were a present from me arthair to me mathair upon their first anniversary! Mice! Mice every single one1 There is nary a rat or ferret or badger among them!" She nodded, once. "That is right." She held her words for a perfect beat. "They are the Queen's Mouseketeers!"

[2015/09/02 18:03] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles from her position as she watches the crowd before her, but none heading her way..they must fear her..yes thats it..she thinks to herself and then notices a change in the atmosphere as Eala stops playing and seems to be playing with something, but from this distance she could see what it was through the mist....was almost like she was having a seizure, grabbing nothing in the air and staring at her instrument . she giggles at the sight.

[2015/09/02 18:05] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me 's stupid fox wouldn't stop squirming and se Ella just.. gives up, dropping the animal to the ground and after giving the whole place a nice look, deciding that it was best she not spend any more coin. She chooses to sit down on a nice patch of grass, after passing the cake stall to buy a small sponge cake. She pulls out a scroll, leaning on the side of a nearby building against whose wall she sat her ass down, nibbling on it as she just read muttering to herself.. "Hmm.. lets see now."

[2015/09/02 18:05] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me ::: The Jester continued taunting Cailean, jumping all around the man and jingling his shoes in his living space. He'd stick out his tongue and snort. Though as Cailean aimed a foot back and tried to kick the Jester in the shin, the limber man did a backflip to dodge out of the way. "Oh man of hair with gold who's growing old, your aim was quite a miss. But do not fret cause I will bet that you cannot touch this," the jester sang and danced about.

[2015/09/02 18:05] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me looked to Chione pondering for a moment "um well Ive never.. I mean... oi" she then looked over to Cedar, she should probably support or packmates business. "One moment Chione" she then walked over to Cedars stall. "I guess I will try one... but only one" she wagged her finger before taking some coppers out of her coin pouch "how much does one cost?"

[2015/09/02 18:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me smiled wide and set the full mug atop the counter, shoving it Sky's way. "Why ..." she drawled, for she was currently deciding what to charge, what with supplies being low and all. "9 copper, aye?" Cedar gave a short nod and held out her hand palm up for the coins. "Luck dint come cheap!"

[2015/09/02 18:09] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "That doesn't even fucking rhyme!" Cailean roared at the jester, who'd decided to take it upon himself to be the first casualty of Aberwyth's carnival. He cursed under his breath and growled. If only he'd gotten to Cedar's booth first and gotten sloshed so that he'd have an excuse to run the bastard through a couple dozen times with his sword. Wait, fuck that, he didn't need to get sloshed to ream a fucking peasant jester! Determined to see the jester eat shit, Cailean chased after the medieval asshat and threw a haymaker at his face.

[2015/09/02 18:10] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:be9e): 31, make the jester's face concave
[2015/09/02 18:10] /me Valkyrie Asta Munthe rolls Dice (CC:be9f): 26, tries to dodge another flucking attempt

[2015/09/02 18:12] Eala: /me Du maintained her grip on one mousy tail and turned the lute about, around and around, till four pink feet scrabbled and slid from the lute chamber, managing to grasp at strings before it tumbled to the ground. There it hung swinging from lute, while it's kin dangled from fingers..swinging. Eala looked from one to the other, sensing some trickery, and so she lifted dangling from fingers mouse close to her lips and whispered, low, serious words. "Squeak." came answer. And the fae's burning eyes shifted, head inclined looking at pig-tailed Banf. Slowly she extracted the other mouse from the strings and held two mice by tails in one hand, dropped the Lute in the lap (not softly ouch) of it's true owner before strolling over Banf, "I believe you have 'lost' some mice." she said slowly and blinked once, not even turning her head away at some commotion at her back...not even the rhyme distracted her.

[2015/09/02 18:13] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me put the 9 copper in Cedars hand "im so going to regret this..." a soft murmur escaped her lips before she took the drink and brought it to her lips as she tasted the drink once then took another drink "hmm interesting drink Cedar. Thank you for this." It was then she turned back towards Chione. She was paying no attention the little spat between the two nearby, it was foolish at least that was her take on it.

[2015/09/02 18:13] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me just tilted her head, following her ears to the sound of people and merriment, her gaze darting about. Though Meri usually wasn't the sort to be in this big a group of people, well - it should be a good change, right? She'd let her gaze flicker over the crowd, catching each familiar face in turn, Cedar's lilting voice, and... was that... the former Captain chasing after some hapless jester that... yeah, that wasn't going to go well. Not for the jester at least... She'd glance over towards Cedar, then skirt the back of the stalls and murmur quietly "Is that freedom going to his head do you think, or did the poor sop do something stupid?"

[2015/09/02 18:16] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me took the 9 coppers in her hand and dropped the coin into a purse. "Thank ye kindly," she said to Sky, then reached for another mug to fill. Glancing over her shoulder to Meri, Cedar just shook her head. She hadn't even noticed yet that Cailean had arrived, nor whatever he was getting into, and even so she just said, "Aye ... doubly aye," at that.

[2015/09/02 18:17] /me Banf smiled brightly, "Oh brave a valiant might, you have served me well and brought honor to your regiment!" Blue eyes would focus on Eala, as her arms crossed. "A hint. festival. Happy ongs! bright songs! Songas about wardens in kilts and drinking and hunting and ... an ..." her eyes went wide as she saw the poor jester attacked. " ... and i think I hear my tea whistling. Solving things with fists doesn't. Mice! be free! your duty is complete. Don't get hit my the brute squad. Fine. Truth. One Brute! good day ir!"

[2015/09/02 18:17] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or entered at the most interesting of moments, wandering over to Chione's booth and leaning against the side of it. The wolf at his side seemed to sniff and the air and stair at the nearby man chucking things, attentive and a bit grumpy-faced by the frown on his wolfish lips, but Aradhelon was grinning away, watching the show with a cheerful expression upon his face. "Well, would you look at that, precious?" He cooed to the girl behind the booth. "Quite the carnival indeed! To think I almost missed out, would have been a true shame.." As he finished, he elegantly turned about, lounging there and giving a nod to the white-haired woman sitting down in the grass, his furry guardian sitting itself down with a small whine.

[2015/09/02 18:18] Chione (Bokystroki): /me her damn stomach growled again, causing her to wince as Sky came back. "Aye, nae problem!" watches the little tussle go about with the jester she pouted, "No love for th'arts...." she replied shaking her head.
[2015/09/02 18:18] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me ::: The Jester, in all his annoying glory, did not realize in time that Cailean was going all hulk smash on his face, so when he turned to face the man again, he was met with a meaty fist to the face, and fell down to the ground with blood dripping out his nose. "Ahh a good punch my sir," the jester crackled. Never to break character. He jumped back up, wobbled a bit, but steadied himself and gave Cail a bloody grin. "But ye cannot break my spirit down, oh no you can't, and you can stand there to rant. But all I know that is true, is your face looks likes like a giant pile of doo!" The jester cackled and turned around, bending over and exposing his bare ass at Cail before running off. Valk had been watching, though the entire time she stood there and pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

[2015/09/02 18:19] /me Bardaer moved gracefully across the cobblestones towards the gathering he'd heard from all the way down near lower Aberwyth with a flat expression. Pale eyes moved constantly in search of familiar faces, and though he noted more than one, he stopped a decent distance away from the proceedings to simply observe for the moment. Greetings could be put off a little longer, seeing as he'd already waited this long. Still, he appeared at least mildly pleased to see a few familiar faces. Somewhere near to him, a certain invisible presence lingered and made hardly a sound, but made no effort to hide itself from those sensitive to spirits.

[2015/09/02 18:21] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me takes a bite of her cake, idly looking up to see the jester and... uh.. Calvin.. brawl and the other two squabble with the lute and... mice? Well NOW it was a carnival. Ella chuckles and looks down at her scroll, and starts to read, while trying to memorize the incantation written within, just as Aradhelon and his huge wolf walk past her and she nods even as her lips moved in chanting as she looked at one of the apples in that tub. Ella was not bothered by the large furry beast settling down next to her, even Loki just bounds around the beast's tail.. Anyway... Start simple.. Meri had said. Oh well.. why not. (1/2)

[2015/09/02 18:22] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me takes another sip of her drink before looking to Chione "So kisses? why do you let so many kiss you... isnt that suppose to be something special? I mean I have no experience in such a thing." The Alpha then took another sip "so what is the meaning of this event? seems just like a mess of things here. With my kin a way to have fun is..." she stops at that not wanting to give too much away about herself.

[2015/09/02 18:22] /me Skyrah rolls Dice (CC:bea0): 27, for the drink

[2015/09/02 18:23] /me Casiphia only had to step outside of her house to find all of the ruckus that had been going on all day. Maybe it just hadn't appealed to her before- she was likely too much of a priss to find interest in mud wrestling. But it was worth checking out. A couple steps over and she'd recognize a familiar drow. "Bardaer?" She'd question, raising brows. And likely forgetting her own changes in appearance. "It has been a time since seeing you! How have you been?"

[2015/09/02 18:25] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Aye, Cailean was relishing his new found freedom; when was the last time he'd gotten into a good brawl? Not that he expected to see much sport from hunting down the would-be clown but--.. aye, that felt good. That meaty kerthunk, the reverberation of flesh meeting flesh through his fist and arm. That was a /good/ feeling, and he'd expected things to end with that -- until the jester decided that today had to be a good day to die. Cailean shook his head and cracked his knuckles. "I was hoping you'd say something like that," he replied, his grin broadening. "I don't want to break your spirit -- you're a gods-damned jester. I just wanna' put another couple into you, you know, because I'm sure your awful sense of poetic device is enough to summon the great goddess Valeska herself, just so that she can take a steaming shit on this poor village to end your awful lyric. I'm just doing everyone a favor." Which was the biggest lie ever, considering Cailean just wanted to kick the shit out of him for no particular
[2015/09/02 18:25] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): reason. Walking after the mooning jester, Cailean attempted..

[2015/09/02 18:25] /me Cailean rolls R8 (CC:bea1): 86, to see how far up said jester's arse his boot would go.

[2015/09/02 18:26] Chione (Bokystroki): /me "Ah!" Taps her finger on her sign as she crossed her legs, swinging her feet idly, "Tha's only in fairy tales. E'vry one gives lil' kisses here and thar. Mums to daughters. Daughters tae aunties. A lil' peck here and there never killed anybody!" well, unless they have the plague or scurvy, but she'll just leave that bit out, "So whatcha say there, love? A little one for a little elf?" she teased, mentioning their height different, "I'm nae a big bad wolf or anythin'!"

[2015/09/02 18:27] /me Valkyrie Asta Munthe rolls Dice (CC:bea2): 45, y u no luv

[2015/09/02 18:30] Eala: /me Du swings the mice before Banf, and then narrows her eyes as arms fold and protest her choice of music, the mice wiggle and squirm at Banf's command to be free and Eala grips tails tightly, she was about to give short answer to the missy when she vanished with excuse of tea. Eala's mouth closed then opened, before she made growl of frustration and set the mice to the floor, the misdemeanour not theirs. They scurried away through the grasses and she exhaled heavily through nose, before laughing, "Tricky." she murmured following the disappearing form of Banf. Then gave her attention to the goings on around her, looking over to Crystiel ever so often, trying not to think of the shiny ring each time.

[2015/09/02 18:30] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or watched the interaction between the tiny Chione and the woman at her booth, smiling slightly to see the reply that she would offer. Biku-Biku was interested in something else, thrusting his nose towards Ella now and giving her a few sniffs while his tail wagged a couple of times. He was a serious Wolf, but a pleasant one nevertheless, sharing the same level of charisma as his master apparently.

[2015/09/02 18:31] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me kept her brows furrowed, her mind half a world away, remembering her last conversation with Emm and seeing all this... gaudy mess in Meri's mind.. made her more than a bit perturbed. Wait, Meri? Annoyed? Say it ain't so... She'd watch Cedar peddle her wares, with a bit of a grin, then sidled up closer, her gaze darting about. A familiar sense in the back of her mind, tickling at her, though she'd discard it as fancy and step over to the booth that Damien was standing at "Sorry I'm late and thanks... Why don't you head back, unless you want to give the lady over there a smooch?"

[2015/09/02 18:32] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was one such spiritually attuned, but lucky for her and her fine spirits, she did not yet happen to look that way. Where she looked however was at Meri, hands making steady work to fill yet another mug to the brim. "How 'bout a drink then, Meri?" Cedar asked, gesturing to the mug she was filling with her chin. "'Tis only 9 coppers aye? Tastes verra guid an' wha's a carnival wi'out a drink?"

[2015/09/02 18:33] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me really contemplated on this, she just was not sure but the woman had been correct in some ways. "I guess your right" though the mention of a big bad wolf she grumbled "nothing wrong with wolves" muttering quietly. Taking another drink she just bit her bottom lip. Though her attention was caught soon by Arad and the wolf "new companion?" She did not see why people had wolves as companions they should be free and not tied to a person. Then a familiar face showed and her eyes went wide "Bardaer.....?"

[2015/09/02 18:34] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me ::: Well this was just a kick in the pants! Literally. He didn't get his pants pulled up in enough time before Cail placed that boot between his buttcheeks. And even though it hurt once boot met ass, he couldn't help but mess with the man even further and let out a nice little 'Oooooh~" and gave the man a cheeky grin. "Oh you are such a flirt! And oh how you make my heart hurt!" Valk continued to watch but with the butt kicking, she decided that it was enough and stepped on over to place a hand upon Cail's shoulder. "How...about you stop beating up the jester, hmm?" she'd say to him. "You may not be a captain anymore, but...it's getting to the point of brutality. Relax." She'd smile to him before moving over to the jester and wagged a finger at him. "Leave him be. Cailean doesn't want to be bothered." The jester would pout, but shrugged before cartwheeling off to go bother someone else.

[2015/09/02 18:36] /me Bardaer glanced in Casi's direction and raised an eyebrow, clearly not recognizing her right off the bat. For a short while he remained completely silent until his eyes widened slightly in recognition, accompanied by a smooth reply of, "Casiphia. You appear to have lost your wings since last we spoke." Naturally, he pointed out the obvious without even an ounce of tact - such things were foreign to him, after all. "I trust this is not a permanent change?" Perhaps he'd have said more, but another mention of his name drew his pale gaze to searching the immediate area, up until he caught Sky's eye and arched an eyebrow. Again, he remained completely silent while sifting through his near-perfect memory to try and figure out who exactly he was speaking with. The paint certainly didn't help, but neither did his time away - eventually, he offered, "Indeed," to buy himself a bit of time. Likely, hearing her voice a bit more would assist him in recalling her identity.

[2015/09/02 18:36] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me narrows her eyes at the apple, REALLY trying hard to concentrate... still muttering her incantation to levitate it at least a few feet up and pull it out of the tub. She does glance at the scroll though, definitely inept at it and also distracted by Biku-Biku who was now sniffing at her. Ella gives the wolf a distracted smile but puts out a palm in a friendly manner to show the wolf she meant no harm and whatever, so half focused she was on her spell that the apple barely SHAKES a bit, causing a small ripple on the already disturbed tub of water. "UGH!", she mutters, looking at Loki and hissing "Stop distracting me!", as if it were all the foxes fault for just bounding around Biku-Biku curiously (2/2)

[2015/09/02 18:36] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me was glancing around, til she heard that name, her eyes flashing wide, and head darting to look at Sky then about to see .... And Meri nearly ... just... dropped. Cedar's question heard, and her hand lifting to wave about a little, declining as she always did... her voice somewhat breathless "Bardaer... Really?" Count one Meri, flabbergasted....

[2015/09/02 18:38] Chione (Bokystroki): /me giggles at the jester who dashed off - watching him rather closely. Seems that the Elf had a bit of a thing for jesters! Noticing Sky had seen someone she knew she turned to Arad for a moment, cooing, "Monty! Lookin' as dashing as always!" she couldn't help but especially notice his mask, that looked oddly.....delicious? Chione's stomach growled.

[2015/09/02 18:38] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Actually, Cailean's mood had improved drastically since he'd landed a few good hits and he'd have left the jester alone after that. After all, he didn't want to /kill/ him, just, maim him. Well, give him what for! "Aye, aye," he told Valk with a wave of dismissal. "And that's /hardly/ brutality," he grinned at Valk. "I didn't even break one of his ribs yet." Truth be told, he was very surprised that the jester was able to even do a cartwheel after getting that boot. Shrugging, he headed on by and over to Cedar's booth finally, glancing at Meri and offering her a nod if she happened to look in his direction. You know, if she was done making googly eyes at the burnt elf over yonder, aye? "Cedar," he said, his gaze shifting back to her. "Didn't mention you'd be running a booth. I'd've helped." Since, you know, he doesn't have anything better to do with his time.

[2015/09/02 18:39] Eala: /me Du turned light circles, listening, watching, she stopped to stare at the wolf for some time, then turned again, two faces she did not find in the throngs of folk. Two faces she wished to see, Daisuke and the stranger with the eyes the colour of the dream plane. A jester cartwheeled past her, looking a little worse for wear and she smirked over to the assailant, considering a nightmare about jesters one to store for later use. Evidently the jolly figures provoked strong feeling. That thought made a satisified 'hmm' escape her lips, then her eyes widened turning at the mention of wings missing, yet she had not name to put to faces or faces to put to names, so could only guess who spoke and who was wingless.

[2015/09/02 18:40] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or looked down to Biku-Biku, answering the woman with a small smile. "Ah, this is my old friend, came to join me as of recently. Very special Wolf he is, and I cherish him deeply. The good sir assisted me a good many times, and has offered his assistance again as of late, insisting on arriving on the Island, though I was unaware for the longest time of his presence..." He reached over and gave the Wolf a good pat on the head, to which he turned and panted pretty contently. The Wolf turned back, watching the fox for a few rounds with a returned sniff, apparently very patient with the energetic creature, before he responded to Ella's raised hand with a lick on its surface. Said "Monty" Lifted a gloved hand and grazed his cheekline a bit dramatically, his chin lifting to the sky. "Ah, I do my best pet, thank you for the compliments. You are looking lovely as ever as well.."

[2015/09/02 18:42] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me pouted smally when Meri turned down the drink. Meri turned down everything that Cedar offered and Cedar was pretty sure she knew why. Smart elf. But along came a Cailean and to him, Cedar turned and gave a sweet smile. Since she had a full mug of brew in her hand, she reached forward and placed it in his, reaching straight after for another empty mug to fill. "I'd no' gave it any thought," she lilted with a simple shrug. "Yer welcome ta aid me now if'n ye like Cailean. I wint turn it down." She winked at him and then turned to begin filling the new mug to the brim. As she did so, the fae lifted her voice to call out again to the crowd. "Stiff drinks! Fine brews! Come on ower an' get sloshed! Wha's a carnival wi'out yer gullet filled wi' drink? Lady Luck's abound tanigh'!"

[2015/09/02 18:42] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles as she waits patiently by the mud pit, she watches as people walk past...it was getting very crowded over by the tents and is just as happy to stand over here out of peoples way as she waits for more challengers....but hopes none come, as this will be an easy win, if all she has to do is wrestle herself...maybe just take a mud bath for the fun of it.

[2015/09/02 18:44] /me Casiphia glanced over herself with the mentioning of the change, before back to the drow with a faint laugh. "Oh, of course not. In all honesty I fear I would dread being stuck in such a form." Her hands held together in front of her, glancing off to the business of Middle Aberwyth, though taking a couple steps forward. "Last thing I would want is to be some silly El-" She stopped short of her talkin shit bout them elves when hearing another call Bard's name. And noticing it to be an elf. A forces grin was made over to the woman, waving a hand in a cheery greeting. "Evening, Miss!" She turned back to the Drow to regard him with some curiosity, "Where have you run off to in this time, anyhow? Much within the city has changed since you where last seen. People and the City overall."

[2015/09/02 18:44] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me stepped towards Bardaer "oh Bard please do not tell me you have forgotten of me, I mean I know I have changed a bit but I didn't think that it has been that much of a change." She was definitely very happy to see the man that she befriended so many months ago. Tho the drink was starting to truly relax her, pointing her finger to Chione "now about this kiss, Ive never have had or given one before. How much does this say kiss cost?" Though her attention once more was taken back to Arad "well you have a lovely companion, very beautiful creature." She then knelt down and seemed to let out a soft rumble from her chest to the wolf as in giving it a greeting.

[2015/09/02 18:47] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me had a drink! What could be better? This was exactly the kind of festival he could get behind -- fine women, good drink, and he'd gotten his knuckles bruised the good way. "I'll stand the booth for you if you'd like to go about and see the rest of the festival. I'd already had some fun, aye?" Cailean smiled at Cedar and then sipped his drink, sipped again, sipped a third time and...

[2015/09/02 18:47] /me Cailean rolls Dice (CC:bea3): 38, russian roulette shotgun drink!

[2015/09/02 18:49] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me just stared a moment... her eyes widened and though she knew Cedar didn't know him, at Cailean's voice she'd snap her eyes back, still with that shocked look on her face then back to Bardaer then back to Cailean before her expression went completely smooth and neutral. The gears turning and her body stilling, not even the usual rustle was sounding before she just ... stopped. The cheery wave from the blonde met with a blink of her eyes as Meri just... stared. The other voices and recognition making it clear that she wasn't dreaming... Meri'd finally shake her head clear of it and turn to Cedar almost asking for a drink, only to catch Cailean's lifting the mug to his lips. Her eyes darting to Cedar and back, with a parting of her lips as if to protest, but.. too late.

[2015/09/02 18:50] Chione (Bokystroki): /me tossled her hair, grinning, "It's the fluff. I'm sure yer friend knows that too!" she commented, thinking of reaching out with her hand to pet the elegant canine before thinking better of it. "Wha' brings you out here?" turning to sky she held up two fingers, "Two silver love! But I'll haggle it down low for a friend!" she teased, chuckling.

[2015/09/02 18:51] /me Bardaer was thankfully looking in that direction when Meri spoke - of course, she'd been one of those present he was quite pleased to see. After shifting his gaze over to her, he offered a small smile, then remarked, "Merialeth. I trust I find you well?" Of course, after a few moments he noted her expression and tilted his head slightly to the side, appearing rather baffled. Oh yes, he still lacked a sense of understanding regarding others. "You appear rather faint, but I do not recall you partaking often in drink, unless that has changed," he continued clinically, still appearing slightly confused. Thankfully, his attention was drawn back to Casi before he could dig himself a deeper hole, before he arched an eyebrow and dryly remarked, "No further run-ins with celestial beings then, I see?" Still no tact. Nope, not any. Again, a small smile graced his delicate features as he went on to explain, "I traveled for a short while, truth be told. I found myself wishing to see more of the world, and to expand my
[2015/09/02 18:51] /me Bardaer: knowledge in certain fields of study where I was deficient. I accomplished my goals." He paused. "I believe I will require some of your time in the near future, so as to learn what has changed in my absence." Upon hearing Sky speak again, he turned back towards her and lifted an eyebrow again...and there it was. Finally he showed recognition in his expression, after which he smoothly replied, "Skyrah. The light does nothing positive for my vision, I hope you will understand. I am pleased to see you again."

[2015/09/02 18:51] Eala: /me Du looked over shoulder to the calls to drink, she was indeed thirsting, and hungry as it happened. She eyes the barrel, then sauntered towards it, before kneeling to fill her palm with water, lifting her cup to her lips and drinking. Oddly not one drop of water ran away between fingers or slipped from the fleshy bowl. Then Eala picked up an apple in her fingers and took it away with her to say farewells to Crystiel before returning to the Ashen trees and the stone circle. Her skin prickled a little as she bypassed the drink stand, and her feet paused, then she gave a dark smile of amusement, carrying on her way.

[2015/09/02 18:53] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me looks up overhearing Aradhelon's explanation and quirks and eyebrow "Sir? Well that's a mighty fine title.. Sir Biku-Biku.", she chuckles, ruffling the wolf behind its ears with the same palm licked. While Loki made a home under the huge wolf, and curled down beneath Biku-Biku's feet as if he'd known the wolf forever. Ella chuckles and shakes her head, now, REALLY trying to concentrate on the spell scroll in her hand as she looks now for a new target... hmmm.. Oh calvin ( Cailean ) had a drink in his hand.. Why not? She stares intently at the mug, from where she sat she had to lean a bit to the side to focus, but she still begins chanting. With so much noise and bustle, it was so hard to concentrate.. but she does try her best once more! (1/2)

[2015/09/02 18:54] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me laughed a bit at Cail's words. "Yeah, yeah," she'd say, then looked around. There had been some that have made use of the games, but so far no one else seemed to wanting to use them. She'd sigh a bit then looked around once again, and caught sight of a masked figure in the fortune telling tent, the one with the mask that had been at the market some weeks back, and walked on over towards it. "Are you still taking readings?" she'd ask the figure with a bit of a smile.

[2015/09/02 18:55] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): The drink was good. Very good. He'd just glanced away for a moment when his eyes lit upon a lovely little faun standing beside a mud pit. Cailean stopped cold as a feeling gripped him in the chest, a feeling that was as familiar to him as it was bewildering. He reached up and set his hand over his heart; his pulse raced and love, true love, burned through his veins, molten and hot. He set his drink down on the booth and simply walked toward the Krystiel, pausing only when Eala stepped into view. Who was that? Why was she talking to his lady fair? He bounded up the hill toward the mud-ring, knelt in front of the faun and stared. "My name is Cailean. I love you."

[2015/09/02 18:56] Eala: /me Du eats her apple, as she approaches Crystiel, "I come to bid you farewell, I have tired of company amongst all manner of folk." she then wonders if Crystiel too wearies of them and that is why she stands alone. "I shall be watching the ashen trees and at the stone circle should you have news to share." she then says before offering short-lived smile, giving bow of head and turning to leave. She falters in steps as the jester beater approaches and takes to knees professing his love for Crystiel and as suspected - the drink was talking. She laughs low and carries on away.

[2015/09/02 18:57] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or nodded his head in thanks to the woman complimenting his friend, the Wolf turning his head and replying with a friendly rumble of his own. A very polite, sophisticated Wolf he was. "Ah, I am simply watching and supporting the City events, considering one of those fine drinks over there..." Considering more than they knew. He was desperately wanting to thrudge over there and down a good mug, a weakness of his being all sorts of delicious consumables. Biku-Biku simply enjoyed the petting and comfort of the woman nearby, his head dipping down to give a few licks on the head of the fox. He had a very tranquil personality. If any could find out the truth, they would wonder why Biku-Biku even fancied Aradhelon at all.

[2015/09/02 18:57] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me 's gaze shifted when Meri's body language went all weird, lifting them back to the elf at the next stall. Cedar cocked a brow in an inquiring way, and since she had just finished filling the mug, lifted it as if in question -- did Meri wish a drink after all? The cause of Meri's consternation having been missed by Cedar, busy as she'd been with the stall, Cedar merely watched Meri and waited, calling out yet more as she had done before, "Nice cool drinks! Bonnie brews! Applebottom's 'ere ta quench yer thirsts -- come on ower an' hae a drink! Lady Luck is waitin' fer ye!" What with one thing and another, Cedar didn't even realise that Cailean had drank down the brew so fast, so when he went bounding off, that too was missed -- though not the words so eloquently declared. And for them ... Cedar grinned.

[2015/09/02 18:59] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me turned to look at Chione scrunching her nose at the mention of silver, then rubbing her right arm "I do not own any silver, not to my liking you could say... only copper and some gold." She then looked towards Bardaer "I do understand old friend, I do hope we could sit down and catch up soon? I do have much to tell you. I hope these past few months have been well for you?" She was glad to see Bard was back, he helped her in the past and would ever be greatfull for that. A smile was given to the wolf before standing up and looking to Chione "how could I pass giving a kiss to a pretty little elf?" Did she just say that! The alcohol must really be hitting her fast this time, she never would usually "I mean uh well..." she didn't continue she just rubbed her face as she felt her cheeks turn red.

[2015/09/02 19:00] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me smiled and very gently sat down in the chair across from the masked figure, placing her hands in her lap. "Well...the last time you came, your fortunes were quite interesting...and my curiosity has gotten the best of me." But, she was thinking of one thing in particular, with Vincent's brother, and she wanted to ask. "I know I shouldn't tempt fate, but...I have been curious..." She'd lean over to whisper into the figure's ear before sitting back.

[2015/09/02 19:00] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me | Excellent. Ella groans, as the mug is set down, now for SURE the spell wouldn't work. Oh well! She then once more bends, and looks at the scroll to begin learning the spell once more. Trying to memorize it first before even trying to cast it on anything. Distracted for a bit by the dapper Biku-Biku, she chuckles. Head bent for a while as she buried herself in the scroll.. but seriously.. how could anyone... -study- in a carnival?

[2015/09/02 19:01] /me Casiphia blinked at Bard's first question, before pausing, seeming to think it over. "Celestial beings. Ah, there was a small angelic child that wanted to latch herself to my ankles a few times. At least since then the 'Godly' creatures have left me be. It is mostly other races that deal the trouble now." A shrug of the shoulder, and she'd simply turn her gaze to look about the group once more, though an ear turned to the drow to hear of his stories, nodding her head. "Travelling sounds lovely- I had done around ten years of such before appearing here." A glance back to the man and fleeting smile. "Of course I will share whatever information is necessary. Moved buildings, fires, a couple deaths. The usual." The gaze off to the others seemed to take note of certain recognized backs and faces, though ending up eyeing that wolf besides tha ttall brother of hers, furrowing brows. "Aradhelon?" She called over, "When did you get yourself a familiar?" Really just what she ended up calling all pets, even if she h
[2015/09/02 19:01] /me Casiphia: idea of there being magic or otherwise involved.
[2015/09/02 19:01] Casino (CasiphiaAdin): had no *))

[2015/09/02 19:02] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles and nods to Eala, "Yes...I'll see you there later Eala...Blessed watch and I'll talk more with you on that subject then....." she stops as someone else comes up to her and kneels...her eyes growing big as he proclaims his love for her, "Ummmm Hello ahhh Cailean.....what was that? do you even know who I am? how can you love me?" she says with a smile...could be a trick...or maybe someone fae touched some food...it wasnt her, she didnt touch anything.

[2015/09/02 19:04] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me had gone off for a few moments to make sure the things at the hosue were set, and that he was able to finish his spell learning tonight. Eitehr way he rejoined the party, and he moved around the folks there listening to the banter as he passed the purple tent his head tilting to the side as he Saw Val sitting with a Seer and he smiled a bit taking a post outside the tent, looking at those around. It was a good time afterall, hearing those around them drinking and laughing and so on, what had been a slow start war sreally going now... which made him grin a bit widely. He was also happy that Val was out amongst the people.

[2015/09/02 19:06] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me flashed her eyes over again as she heard her name, that familiar voice tugging at her ears as she dashed a look back, then saw Cailean wander off behind her. Her eyes caught between the two, confusion at Cailean and unabashed delight at seeing the Drow again as she dashed Cedar a smile and headed over Bard's way. "You know me well enough - I don't drink like that... I... I'm glad to see you..." then stopped short cause of course, Sky & the other woman she recognized - oh right, Casi - from the bookstore, they were all trying to speak as well. Meri'd stop short blush brightly again, and step back once more, then look over at Cedar and the drink, then back and only then did she catch Cailean's words floating on the breeze, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. Ok - too much, Meri was done. Stepping back, looking between the three faces she knew best, starting to go towards Cedar and that drink, then looking at Bardaer and Sky and Casi and then back to Cedar's grin and over to Cailean, then back to
[2015/09/02 19:06] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): Cedar, then shaking her head and backing up. She needed to clear her head, yeah.. that's it...

[2015/09/02 19:07] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me would wait patiently and watched the seer with interest while she shuffled the cards. She'd spot Vincent coming over and would smile a bit to him before turning her focus back onto the masked figure in front of her, and would do as she said and would pick four cards.

[2015/09/02 19:09] Chione (Bokystroki): /me couldn't help but lap up the complement, snerking in joy! "Why thank ye, love! It's m'wit and bubbly personality I assure ya! Now not havin' silver - that completely rocks my noggin' in the most oddest of ways but I'll settle for ten copps if you gottem!" she held all ten fingers out as she said this, being the best haggler ever. (not.)

[2015/09/02 19:09] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or turned and spied Casiphia upon hearing his name being called, chuckling and calling back. "Ah, Sister? Sir Biku-Biku here has always been an old friend! Only recently have we come across each other once more... Isn't that right, my good fellow?" He purred down to the Wolf, who simply responded with a tilt of his head and good eye at his master. "Ah yes... Hmmm. I think I shall go and have myself a lovely drink..." He immediately set out towards Cedar's booth, Biku-Biku following loyally at his side while his jewelry jingled away.

[2015/09/02 19:09] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): "I don't know how, but I know that the words are true as I say them; I love you. I know it by the salt in my body and the marrow in my bones." There was no guile in his gaze or lie to his words and his expression was that of adoration and love. A trick? There was no trick, other than the one that Cedar'd pulled on him to make it so. "Let me love you," Cailean breathed, the ache of his so-far unrequited love the undercurrent by which his words flowed. "Let me /worship/ you." Cedar was going to get what-for after this~

[2015/09/02 19:10] /me Bardaer 's confusion remained evident on his face as the blond man went bounding off and making a serious turnaround to his previously displayed behavior...but perhaps fortunately, that change went without comment, as his attention was once more drawn over to Sky. "Of course. I have no demands on my time as of yet, and I will gladly make some in order to catch up." Trailing off, sheer bafflement made itself present in his expression upon hearing Sky continue on. That was unexpected, and completely erased whatever else he'd planned on saying from his mind. "Um," he offered up helpfully, before turning pale eyes questioningly back on Casi and giving a small shrug of his own. "I am pleased to hear such," he began, apparently not wishing to press that first subject further than normal. "The usual...I see. Nothing dangerous to your person, I hope? As for movement of buildings...has the book store been relocated? As you might expect, knowing its location is of great import to me." Then finally, he turned himsel
[2015/09/02 19:10] /me Bardaer: back to face Meri and offered a sincere smile, then replied, "I am quite pleased to see you as well. I sought out the shop earlier today, but found it to be missing, otherwise I would have greeted you earlier." Noting her blush, he displayed a certain amount of confusion once again, even going so far as to take a step to the side as if attempting to discover its source. Finding himself unsuccessful, he simply murmured, "I see certain things never change, yes?" Was he joking? Always hard to tell.

[2015/09/02 19:13] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me 's brow furrowed for the way Meri seemed to grow disoriented, pacing one way then another and then backing up from all the world. And to think! She hadn't even had a drink! Perhaps it was better not to offer the poor elf one, she seemed like she was just getting high off fumes! A brief moment had her eyes pass over the unfamiliar people whom Meri had neared, then skim over Sky before -- oh! the golden skinned fellow from a week or two before! "Weel, an' how d'ye do then, sirrah," Cedar lilted with such fawning sweetness to him. Her eyes skimmed over the skin that was exposed and a tongue passed over her lips. No. Not desire, but greed. Cedar would one day skin that gent for all his gold's worth. But for now - "A drink?" she asked, holding out the mug she'd just fill and placing it on the counter near where he stood. "Only 9 copper dearie." She smiled.

[2015/09/02 19:13] /me Valkyrie Asta Munthe rolls R3 (CC:bea5): 104, ermagerd curds

[2015/09/02 19:14] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me hoped her cheeks werent too red now as Chione spoke. She took out the ten copper "silver is a menacing thing" she muttered in a whisper that most likely Chione could hear though her eyes sought out Bard "then we shall meet soon but tonight I have things to take care of, I do have to leave soon." Stepping closer to Chione nervously she handed the ten coppers. This was very unlike the she-wolf, she never felt this nervous before except with Niamh but that was so long ago... "so uh what now?"

[2015/09/02 19:16] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me he would stand there and look over his shoulder a bit listening in, seeing the smile he would give one back as he looked forward, yes he was listening in, why wouldnt he? but he stood tall and proud of what was going on.

[2015/09/02 19:16] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me continued to wait and bit the inside of her cheek, sighing softly. "Yes...I am sure," she'd say.

[2015/09/02 19:17] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles and nods at the man before her...she had seen him around before, and he never acted like this before..so she suspects a love enchantment of some type,..she knows just the thing to do, "I don't believe you really mean that....I would require proof of your love for me, before I reciprocate...now how shall we do this......OH yes, I will only return my love to the best, seek out 3 Opponents that look challenging, if you choose a weak person...I'll know....find them and challenge them to throwing daggers......Win against all 3, and I'll know its true...my heart will be yours..till you let it go" she says with a smile and a curt nod.

[2015/09/02 19:17] /me Casiphia looked over the wolf with her brother a moment before gaining a wide grin and once nod, "I see! A lovely wolf he is, then." God knows whether the tall man was being truthful or not really. Not worth mulling over. And back to Bardaer, she'd nodnod, before turning her gaze up the steps. "The Library has moved only slightly- it is now a more official Library, mind you. But you will find it and the new Tribunal place within the old Infirmary building in the Upper city." As though in an afterthought to answer that first question- "Ah, nothing too dangerous has happened. There where some Mer apparently terrorizing the down and trying to break into some shops recently- but otherwise all has been safe for myself at least. Speaking to Meri and spying her over there, she seemed to stare at her for a long moment as though forgetting something. Before suddenly piping up. "Oh! Meri, was it?" She called over, "How has that necklace i brought you been, Miss?"

[2015/09/02 19:19] Chione (Bokystroki): /me instantly grabbed Sky's cheeks, squishing them together which gave the taller woman a rather comedic effect of a guppy as she planted a big ol'smooch right on her lips, laughing all the while - because when was Chione ever truly serious? The half elf was rather pleased of the taste of mead reaching her puffy mouth, before pulling back and holding sky's shoulders. The kiss wasn't passionate by any means, more just like a spur of the moment thing - but it still left the elvish woman glowing, a warmth that would spread within the radius around her, "That wasn't so bad now, wazzit?"

[2015/09/02 19:20] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): /me spent quite a bit of time pored over the scroll before finally giving up and rising from her seat, dusting the skirt she wore and calls to Loki, "Come on now... I -have- to read this. Darn thing", she mutters and would take one last look around at the celebrations before just heading on to Lower Aberwyth where home was!

[2015/09/02 19:20] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or smiled off at the woman, though not without eying the way she talked and the way he looked him over. Oh boy. His smile slowly became a bit more careful, as if not wanting to push over any boundaries with this particular lass. "Of course, my dear, I would love some.." He answered, reaching into his robes, jewelry clinking away, and pulling out his small coin purse to be clicked open. Nine copper, one by one, placed on the wood, before he picked up the mug, looking over her stall. "I hear that the Tavern has come under new ownership and name.. Applebottom, hmm? And you are here representing such, considering the announcements you were making for advertisement?" He looked down at the mug lovingly, as if he had found his own one true love in the substance much like Cailean had. "Perhaps, depending on your sales, I can give you a tax break. A Good business is a strong business for the economy, and too much taxes takes away from profits, and ultimately the towns growth." Always tal
[2015/09/02 19:20] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: everything did eventually lead to that reason as he turned and took a nice, long drink...
[2015/09/02 19:20] Alleo (Alecksin Avora): talking about gold, almost everything* ))

[2015/09/02 19:21] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me stopped short again as she was addressed, the soft purr of laughter in her voice "That... yes I.. that would be Damien's fault." His continued conversation pulling her back forward again and pausing as she shook her head "It's moved... of course you wouldn't have known... it's now where the Keep was... our own little Vale... you should come see it, Bardaer..." then stopped again, caught between not wanting to interrupt, and ohsoeversoglad to see him again. His comment only making her blush all the more, her cheeks near as bright as her top now as she finally offered, "No, they never do... and you?" Her gaze perhaps a bit more searching, more sober, "... have things changed?" then broke her gaze as Casi spoke to her, the soft snort on her breath "Indeed - with all the moves and such, I think we'd both put it aside. " She'd relax a little moving towards them again and add softer "It seems to be... quiet." to Casi

[2015/09/02 19:22] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or rolls Dice (CC:bea6): 39, LEGGO HOMMIE FITE ME

[2015/09/02 19:23] /me Vincent Keene rolls R3 (CC:bea7): 7, Rolls cause Cards (and was secretly told he could)

[2015/09/02 19:23] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): He'd stars in his eyes for Crystiel; throwing daggers? Three people? He'd have slaughtered the town in her name and piled the bodies onto a pyre tall enough that the ensuing flame would blister Valeska's toes in the heavens. This? This he'd do. This was to be his mission. "Aye, m'love, you'll see the proof of my heart and know it to be honest and true. I'll not be long." He raced away from Crystiel, her hill, and back down to the carnival where he searched for the strongest looking person. There! That person! Let's fight! He ran up to Skyrah. "I challenge you to throwing knives, to prove my love is true to the lady I love! Decline only if you're a coward!"

[2015/09/02 19:25] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me scooped up the coppers and placed them neatly into her purse. She smiled wide at the man before her -- and when talk turned to business she canted her head. "Weel, I'd no' turn away a break on payin' tha taxes o' tha land, aye?" she lilted with a nod. "Mos' kind o' ye ta consider such fer me tavern, sirrah. How big a break are ye speakin' o' then? Cuidna come at a better time, do think, wha' wi' supplies runnin' low an' such. Hard enough at present ta be gettin' in tha brews I need."

[2015/09/02 19:27] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles and giggles as she watches him race off, Hopefully he wont find 3 willing contenders.....at least not till the love effect wears off....and even if he does find them...he would still have to win against them.....we will see....even if he does succeed..she could always give him another quest.

[2015/09/02 19:28] /me Bardaer nodded distractedly upon hearing Sky's words, though he was still rather distracted for the moment - something he'd likely have to remedy at some point in the near future. Hopefully she'd not be adverse to having a visit from his companion. Still keeping his gaze towards the direction Meri had begun to wander off in, he replied to Casi, "I see...it should be relatively simple to locate, in that case." The thin Drow's brow furrowed slightly as she passed on more information, more in thought than in concern though, evidenced by his reply of, "What a strange occurrence." The small smile returned upon seeing that Meri hadn't yet decided to abandon the festivities. After brushing a bit of stray hair from his eyes, he mused, "Remind me to seek out the details as to how..." Trailing off, he offered aside to Casi, "Pardon me," then took a few elegant strides closer to Meri and continued, "I see...I had not thought to investigate that area as of yet, for reasons you could likely guess at. I believe you can
[2015/09/02 19:28] /me Bardaer: on my presence in the near future." A pause, in which his expression went rather flat - as if he was contemplating exactly how much to say. Eventually though, he softly commented, "Enough changed to allow me an opportunity to return. Whether the decision was wise or no is to be determined, but the decision has been made." Again, curiosity made itself plainly known on his features upon hearing further talk regarding that necklace, though any questions he had went unasked. Perhaps it would be something he'd seek in more detail later on.

[2015/09/02 19:30] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me he blinked a bit as he heard the prediction and he furrowed his brows, a bit of anger waved over him, but it was dismissed quickly so not to cause a scene, the glaring was noticed, It felt short... .very short. Curt with harsh words, Was there more. his head tilted to the side a bit. Intrigued he was... his head looking at the diviner....

[2015/09/02 19:31] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me listened intently, though frowned as the seer began to speak of their future. She was a little confused, but some of it made enough since for her to get the general idea of it. She'd glance over towards Vincent to see what his reaction was, then back over to the seer. "Is...there anything else?" she'd, though she was a bit wary.

[2015/09/02 19:34] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me was sort of shocked when Chione just pulled her in, her eyes go wide as the woman just gives her a smooch. She just kind of stood there unmoving, her face red as an apple "uh yes that was uh good yes I mean well your a good kisser um yeah" wow the poor she-wolf was tongue tied. She really needed to get out of here, do the tarot then just head home but sure enough that wasn't going to happen. She was freaken challenged by a man. Like she could just let that go. "You challenge me huh?" her eyes scanned over the man "I can not say no to a challenge" that was the truth. Luckily she was one to learn to throw knives with both hands and not just one. "Well then ladies first" she motioned towards where the knife throwing was to take part.

[2015/09/02 19:35] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or finished the drink, staring off into the distance and towards all the commotion with Cailean, only for his eyes to fall conveniently on the girl behind the booth. His mouth twitched, suddenly finding her incredibly valuable... Horrendously valuable. So Valuable, he had to grab her and have her for himself, throw her in with the rest of his treasures and coo sweet words to her so she didn't run away. "Well well well!" He purred, and under that humongous amount of alien glamor that was almost impenetrable to the world around him, his golden and burning eyes narrowed into serpentine slits. He turned back however, his gaze falling back on the woman behind the booth. "As it is, for an example, if you made 10 silver a month, you would be due 1/10th of this in taxes to the Treasurey." He explained, his hand slowly grazing the fur of his Wolf as he placed the mug down. "I would be happy to further fraction this, however, to give you a break should you show an increase in profits. If
[2015/09/02 19:35] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: a month, you would be due 1/10th instead of 1/9th. If you made more than 1 gold and 1 silver, I would lower the due that is normally 1/8th for such a good profit to 1/9th instead... I am sure you follow, yes?" He would have to grab Chione later, it was the only option... As soon as this conversation was done, he would start his very forward prowl.
[2015/09/02 19:35] Alleo (Alecksin Avora): you made 16 silver to 1 gold a month* ))

[2015/09/02 19:36] /me Casiphia smiled calmly to the woman in her agreement, "Of course, I suppose the pendant slipped my mind. There has been too much work with business to go for a visit." A faint chuckle, "Whatever information was found on the thing can be shared when ready then." As Bardaer spoke she nodded along. "Strange indeed. I hadn't known the merfolk to be such angry people before. Although- I cannot say I have spent my time with many in the first place." Her shoulders lifted some, though as it was mentioned of not wanting to go to where the old wardedn's keep was, she seemed to remember something, nearing and adding in. "Oh, that.. reminds me, it should be noted that the Warden's keep is in Upper Aberwyth now. Luckily out of sight. If this explains better my lack of certain.. parts." Her arms crossed slightly, before looking to Meri, nodding. "At least it is quiet, though, indeed. Such a thing is always welcomed in my book."

[2015/09/02 19:38] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me nods "You know where else to find me, should you choose." Her demeanour seeming to relax little by litte, her eyes still searching his and as Bard steps closer, Meri'd let loose a smile that shone brighter than the sun. "You've been missed." Simple as that. And the manner of his speech, only seemed to make that gaze softer, the soft purr of laughter on her breath as she nodded "I think we both have much to relate to each other." Her arms laced lightly about her waist, the feel of the bracer nudging against her belly as she grinned a little "See? It fits perfectly too..." She'd show off the hand-crossbow to Bardaer with another happy grin like a kid showing off a new toy. "Haven't tested it much, but it works a charm." Dashing that same smile over at Casi and nodding "Very much so! Come by when you can and I'll get it back to you, hmm?" then flicked a look back at Bardaer and just smiled. It was nice to have old friends back.

[2015/09/02 19:39] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): There was no need for pride when it came to true love, and so Cailean merely nodded with a confident grin and headed on over to the spinny throwing knife wheel. "So that you know, I do this in the name of the woman that I love; Crystiel, who by winning this I will prove that my love is real." Cailean looked to Skyrah, pure, unadulterated zealotry in his eyes, and then bent to scoop up a throwing knife. And since ladies first and all, he hurled it at the spinny thingy.

[2015/09/02 19:40] /me Cailean rolls Dice (CC:bea8): 18, horrid huntsman score knife toss go!

[2015/09/02 19:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded along with the answer she was given, grasping the entirety of the concept mathematically well enough. "Aye, aye then, do see," she said, and reached for another mug. "I thank ye again fer tha consideration, sirrah," she lilted, her face dimpling to him in a sweet expression to follow her words. She let her gaze skim the crowd, looking for the next patron who would purchase drink, and landed upon Cailean. She hadn't caught what he was up to now, but worried over it a bit -- after what she'd overheard him say behind her, it could only be to do with love ....and men did such reckless, foolish things for love. "We mun speak another time then, aye?" she said, her glance shifting back to Arad. "A carnival be no time fer business, eh?" And with that the fae turned to fill another mug.

[2015/09/02 19:41] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles at Cailean as he seems to have found his first Opponent, and waves at Skyrah, "hello Sky, are you sure your up to his challange, please dont rip your stitches.....and afterwards, please come see me, I do have something to ask of you" she says with a smile and watches as Cailean makes the first throw..

[2015/09/02 19:42] Chione (Bokystroki): /me creates little finger guns at sky, winking at her as she practically sing-songs. "I've had practice!" though, the elf was cut short as she heard arad, tilting her head at his mumbo jumbo. In truth, the elf was absolute shit at math - but she loved money, lots and lots of money. Hearing some bullshittery about fractions she swallowed, trying to look like she understood, until he asked her. "Uh, alright." Sheonna stated, smiling as if she totally got it.

[2015/09/02 19:44] /me Skyrah rolls Dice (CC:bea9): 12, so not being the first knife victim.

[2015/09/02 19:44] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or nodded slowly, a teethy grin being offered to the lovely bar woman. "Of course... Many thanks for the drink." He purred before turning on his heels abruptly and marching towards Chiones booth, his nailed hands immediately being placed on the surface and him leaning intently toward. "You know.. You are looking absolutely darling today, did I mention that earlier?" He stated, his Wolf tilting his head at his master's strange behavior. "More darling than I have ever seen you look.. Like a thousand gemstones, scattered in a blanket of black velvet like the stars themselves." His gaze was so intent, one could think this was a life or death situation.

[2015/09/02 19:45] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me he looked to the Diviner and he furrowed his brow slightly, "Whatever it is I'm sure you can say it without needing my permission." he said as he turned towards her, less.... she was wanting to divine him.... and he looked to val now, to see if it was a good idea... he already had lots of ideas swarming in his head.... tons... the pieces were hard to put together but he was doing so slowly.

[2015/09/02 19:45] /me Cailean rolls Dice (CC:beaa): 5, yes you are

[2015/09/02 19:46] /me Bardaer glanced over his shoulder back to Casi with mild curiosity in his expression and nodded once, then replied, "I suppose they must vary individually within the group at large, as do we all." Though as she continued, his expression went flat again upon hearing about where the keep had been moved to. Lovely. After a perhaps awkwardly long pause, he continued, "I am grateful for the information." It was pretty close to a thank you! Pale eyes shifted back to Meri after only a few moments more, after which his expression relaxed, and he offered, "I confess to being less for the lack of certain individuals as well." Well, he missed her in his own odd little way, at least. "I happen to agree," he replied smoothly, before his gaze was drawn down to the arm-mounted crossbow she displayed, at which point he allowed himself another small smile. "It certainly does. If I may be honest, I find myself rather pleased to hear that you have had little occasion to make use of it." As strange as it had been to be away
[2015/09/02 19:46] /me Bardaer: long, he managed to find comfort in how swiftly and easily he fell back into familiar patterns. It was nice to be home.

[2015/09/02 19:47] Chione (Bokystroki): /me leaned back as he leered closer, holding one fo the wooden beams for support as she grunted, "If ye want a kiss I'll give it to ye love!" she bluntly offered, her own golden orbs matching his as she looked at his mask rather greedily, Her stomach churned once more, and it took quite a bit of self control not to nom at the mask's nose. "Though nev'r had a gentleman compliment me like tha'. ya charmer, ye."

[2015/09/02 19:48] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me pursed her lips and looked towards Vincent to see his reaction. She...didn't like it. And as he looked to her, her brow furrowed. "I think it might be best that we heard everything," she'd say softly before looking back to the seer.

[2015/09/02 19:50] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded as the sparkling nobleman wandered off, busy hands filling the mug to the brim. She set it aside however, her gaze slipping over to where Meri stood now - and in seeing there were others clustered there, Cedar grabbed mug after mug, filling them as well. Cailean's troubles in love-land were unheeded by Cedar in the moment, she held her concern but wouldn't follow it through. No need to go worrying unnecessarily after all, it was a carnival! Who went around throwing knives at people for love?? So once the mugs were filled, Cedar stepped around her stall and idly walked to where Meri stood. Once there, she looked between the others and lifted the mugs she held that were filled. "How abou' a nice cold drink fer tha lot o' yea, aye?" she lilted. "9 coppers'll do tha price an' ye wint find a better drink elsewhere, do say!"

[2015/09/02 19:51] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me chuckled softly, walking towards Cailean "umm I said ladies first, have you never done knife throwing before love?" Motioning to the wheel "go strap up" she then grabs a knife with her left hand looking towards the little pixie "oh no worries I think I should be fine..." though the pixie did not know about her newest wound that was just bandaged and should of been stitched up, blood still seeped slowly through the wound. "We can talk after yes?" she asked as she then looked to Cailean "you ready?"

[2015/09/02 19:53] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or 's mouth twitched into a further smile, his eyes lidding slightly as if highly pleased with her response. Anything to get her to keep his attention on him. So long as she was paying attention to him willingly, she was on the track to being his. "A kiss? Will you give it to me for free? Or do you I have to spend my coin for lovely lips such as yours? I would willingly do so, you are after all such a treasure... I would gain so much for but a few silver's cost..." He replied in a soothed manner, his eyes falling on her mouth before flicking back up to mirror her gaze, all while his golden nails pitty patted on the wood.

[2015/09/02 19:53] /me Casiphia just seemed to stare back with the long awkward pause from the drow. Of course she of all people would wholly understand the issue there, quickly turning back to her calm and good-natured attitude for a smile to Merialeth. "Of course! I am certain I shall see you rather soon, provided no more unexpected distractions happen." She'd look about the crossbow that was being shown, before seeming to put some extra interest into it. "Oh, that is a lovely little trinket isn't it?" Such smart, much interested. She'd even reach a hand out to just kinda touch it. "Looks easier to use than swinging around a heavy axe, yes? Did you make this yourself?"

[2015/09/02 19:54] Chicane (Maeve Wickentower): /me rubbed her fingers together with a smirk under that deerskull as she motioned for him to come closer, the shuffled deck ready and waiting for his touch.

[2015/09/02 19:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me chuckled softly "Indeed, you aren't the only one that is glad to hear of it..." She'd thought briefly when it showed up that it was a warning, and only afterwards realized the truth of it, and since then? Rarely if ever took it off for more than cleaning and the like. She'd glance over casting a bright smile as Cedar arrived, her free hand motioning towards the drow and stated "Cedar, meet Bardaer, he's been too long absent, and just returned to the Isle. Bardaer, this is Cedar... She... well - She's Cedar." Of course Meri hadn't realized til just then that she was actually running things at the tavern, the trickles of other conversations finally hitting her ears "She runs the tavern & Inn up top there..." then looking again at the mugs she'd brought, and tilting her head, just dug in her pouch and pulled out eighteen copper "For the two of them, my treat!" Nodding resolutely and offering the coins to Cedar, before shuffling mugs over if/as Cedar let go of them to Bardaer & Casi both..

[2015/09/02 19:56] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me he looked towards Chicane as he started to walk closer his brows furrowed a bit, and he would stand table side as he looked towards Val, and knelt down a bit, it seems this was going to be a game for two indeed....

[2015/09/02 19:56] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me grinned bringing her arm back as she nodded to the npc by the wheel "spin him" oh yeah she was going to have fun with this! Though she really hated to have more blood shed buuuut well this was suppose to be fun. She then eyed the board, flicking her wrist as she let the knife go and towards Cailean.

[2015/09/02 19:56] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me grew silent as Vincent was motioned over to touch the cards and would watch with intent.

[2015/09/02 19:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me shook her head to Casi "I didn't make it no, but it's a sight easier than swinging to be sure.." Especially with a little chemical help on the ends...

[2015/09/02 19:57] /me Skyrah rolls R6 (CC:beab): 132, knife throwing!

[2015/09/02 19:59] Chione (Bokystroki): /me her own eyes narrow as her smile creased into something more curvaceous, a sultry smirk now playing upon her face as she leaned into the beam, getting so close, there noses were just about to touch, "<My my....>" she purred in elvish, her sailors lilt completely falling off, and replaced with a smooth, exotic elvish that sounded polished, like molten gold. "<If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you'd want something from me."> she couldn't help but chuckle lowly at that, gracing the tips of her fingers on his mask rather hungrily, "<Of course, I /do/ know you better. What do you want, Monty?>"

[2015/09/02 20:01] /me Bardaer snapped his gaze over to the darker-skinned woman and gave her a quick, detached once over, then....stared. After just a bit too much time had passed, he opened his mouth to reply...then promptly shut it again upon hearing Meri give out the introductions and the like. His posture went stiff, and he offered a very slight, arrogant bend at the waist that was /almost/ a bow, before stating, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Cedar. I ah..." He trailed off. Normally, he would've turned down the drink in a heartbeat, but...well, it was a special occasion, and Meri was kind enough to offer. "...I will gladly partake. Thank you," he finished with a nod to Merialeth accompanying his thanks. Stepping forward, he accepted the tankards and passed one back to Casi, then took a sip from his own. Thankfully, he was quite practiced in masking his expressions - mead didn't typically agree with him.

[2015/09/02 20:03] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me grins as the knife hits just where she wanted it, grabbing another knife she flips it up in the air once. This probably didnt help that she was a bit tipsy! Catching the knife she then threw it quickly towards the spinning board.

[2015/09/02 20:03] /me Skyrah rolls R6 (CC:bead): 104, another one hits the flesh?!

[2015/09/02 20:05] Chicane (Maeve Wickentower): /me shakes her head as she flips the cards, talking back and forth between Vincent and Valkyrie.Expecting. Two have one. A dark past, a dark one. Time. While two love, one waits." she hums, holding the last card though for them to see, "If one can look through the looking glass, there will be transformations of inspiration into action."

[2015/09/02 20:05] /me Zeekial rolls R4 (CC:beae): 27, Cards!
[2015/09/02 20:06] /me Vincent Keene rolls R3 (CC:beaf): 4, Believe in the Heart of the Cards (lolz)

[2015/09/02 20:06] /me Casiphia pressed hands together with the offering of a drink, "Oh, how charitable," she laughed lightly to Meri's offer to pay for them, before nodding to Cedar. "A pleasure to meet you as well, miss Cedar." Her hands reached to gently take the offered mug, bowin gher head slightly, "Much thanks to you both." Polite as always, before regarding Cedar curiously, as though realizing belatedly. "Oh, there is new ownership? That Bane really was a busy fellow- how has business gone for you so far, hm?" She wasn't *actually* that much of a drinker. But when offered, it was not to be refused for long. And she'd take one sip from the liquor, before looking down to it for a second, tryin got place what exactly it was. And then she did a double take, seeming to stare off past the heads of the two woman, and to the little spinning wheel, sky throwing knives. "What.. are they doing?"

[2015/09/02 20:07] /me Valkyrie Asta Munthe rolls R3 (CC:beb1): 108, *licks the screen*

[2015/09/02 20:07] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me was a bit surprised, to be honest, when Meri was the one who chimed up, and paid for her friends. Well! Perhaps the elf had a mind for mischief then! Or ... perhaps Cedar had assumed all wrong and she hadn't been avoiding imbibing all along. But ... no ... Cedar noticed that Meri herself had not asked for any drink, and so she maintained the assumption she held. Which lead to her smile widening the smallest bit, even in the face of the dark elf's rude stare. For it, Cedar just stared back with a lift of her brows and further widening of her grin. But the pseudo bow was unexpected to be sure. "Oh ... ah ... well an' thank ye kindly, " she lilted to the man. "A pleasure ta meet ye both, am sure." The fae gave a nod, and with it came a twitch of her ears in energetic display as she happily counted the coins and dropped them into her purse. Strange conversation was taking place from the Trap-shopstress's booth, but it'd quickly devolved into something she could not understand. The more was the
[2015/09/02 20:07] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): pity then, Cedar thought as she turned her smile to the woman before her. "Aye 'tis mine now," she answered then looked over her shoulder as well -- and seeing Cailean getting skewered by knives on the wheel. "Weeel," she drawled out with uncertainty present within her voice. "I'm no' sure, lass. But do think it be a matter o' love ..."

[2015/09/02 20:08] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or had his hands reach up, almost gently cupping her very own features as his golden hues looked over her own features, so close, and yet so far for what he was truly after. <If I told you, you might run away, regardless of the number of gifts I could offer you in return, my pet...> He replied in his fluent, flowing and luscious Evlish tongue, making the statement more romantic due to the varying directions and tones of the words the language provided. <I can't risk scaring away a lovely dove like you.. No, no.. So how about you bless me with a Kiss for now, my flower, and you can tell me all about what you want instead..>
[2015/09/02 20:08] Alleo (Alecksin Avora): Elvish* ))

[2015/09/02 20:10] Vincent Keene (Vincent3342): /me he furrowed his brows as he watched her, yeah he wasnt a seer so these card meanings for the moment escaped him drastically, he seemed to furrow his brow a bit at the riddels she spoke, and he hmmed a little. His piorities would take shape around what was to come next, he'd need to talk to his sister, to learn... and to see. but not before warding the ever living crap out of the house on the hill. Either way he'd try his best to gaze past reality before him, which is what she hopefully meant....

[2015/09/02 20:12] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me watches as the man passes out... welp that went to short for her liking "humans... so weak" she muttered before putting her third knife down. "Never should challenge someone like me" a grin formed on her face as she went over to stop the wheel and take the man down, having no issue at all to carrying him. Her eyes look over to Crystial "Actually in the rules one is to hit the person, he really shouldn't have challenged me. Where should I take him?" she asked as she hoisted the man over her shoulder.

[2015/09/02 20:14] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me just smiled between the three, of course the realization that Cailean had chattered off as soon as he'd drank, of course had crossed Meri's mind... and the fact that Cedar was so.. quick to share her wealth in the face of the shortened supplies, but eh - it was a carnival, yes? And it was good, and people were happy, and not screaming.. and well - maybe there was a hint from behind her, but too faint to make it really out, and then it cut short, and Meri'd just sigh contentedly and grin. "So... how come you're not drinking, Cedar? You should enjoy your own work, eh?"

[2015/09/02 20:16] Chione (Bokystroki): /me this question threw the elf completely into a loop. What did she really want? "Heru en amin," she murmured, before clarifying, "<My lord - you seem rather riled up. I have never seen you take to others lightly other than yourself.>" Jokingly, she gestured to the sign beneath them, grazing his lower hip with her fingers as she did so with a little giggle, "<Is it the sign?>" though she kept the flow going rather skillfully, fluttering her lashes, "<Oh? Anything to kiss me?>" then, instantly, her voice lowered as she looked at him dead seriously, rubbing her fingers together as her smiled then became rather vicious, "Ten gold."

[2015/09/02 20:17] /me Bardaer of course was completely ignorant that his behavior might've come off as rude, and smoothly continued, "Gladly. I see you are quite adept at mixing a delicious beverage." And now he was a liar, but it was what it was. He could stand to be 'nice' for his first night back. Pale eyes shifted over in the direction of the knife hurling with a mild interest as he took yet another sip and observed...though it went without comment. If it was a matter of love, it was outside of the realm of his understanding. For the moment he just stayed quiet and kept to observing, all the while taking small sips of his drink. Chances were, he'd come to regret that last bit.

[2015/09/02 20:17] /me Bardaer rolls Dice (CC:beb2): 16, ogod

[2015/09/02 20:18] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me nods her head, it was sort of hard for her holding him with only one arm but she just couldn't do much else "Want me to take him to the infirmary? You said you wanted to talk also? and what do you mean enchantment?"

[2015/09/02 20:19] Valkyrie Asta Munthe: /me grew silent and looked over the cards, but she couldn't quite help but not understand what these meant. "What do they mean?" she'd ask the seer, lookingup at her curiously.

[2015/09/02 20:20] Chicane (Maeve Wickentower): /me smiled, putting the cards away. "Dopplegangers." at that, she grew silent, and that was all that she had to say.

[2015/09/02 20:20] /me Casiphia just stared over their heads to the man on the spinning wheel for a moment, taking a long swig of her drink before hesitantly asking. "..Shouuuld we help him?" Obviously she was uncertain of it all, rolling her shoulders and pressing lips to a line for a moment. "While I can admit there have come times in love where I wished to throw a knife, I also realize this is not the safest course of action." She couldn't even tell if the guy was really hurt there, but Sky was walking away at least. "Violent for a lover's quarrel, no?" And then there went that third sip of that drink.

[2015/09/02 20:21] /me Casiphia rolls Dice (CC:beb3): 91, GITTIN DAT DRANK

[2015/09/02 20:22] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or tilted his head and offered her an apologetic smile upon her smile comments, but his entire posture seemed to droop by her ending comment. "T-ten gold?" He muttered, seemingly distressed. He was in a conflict now. Ten Gold was worth approximately 20,000 copper. The things he could get for ten gold... He didn't mention if he had that much or not, as being Treasurer had its benefits, but goodness, could he really pay that much for a single kiss? His wolf seemed to answer for him, biting onto his robes and starting to yank him back. "S-sir Biku-Biku! Please!" He grumbled, gripping onto the wood in a desperate fashion. <M-My Lady.. I don't carry that much on me, nor do I think I have the aurhot--WAH!...> Another yank was given. <Authority... Or ability... To pay you that much... > His Treasure versus his Treasure. There was no winning this.

[2015/09/02 20:22] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded a bit as she watched Cailean go limp where he lay. "Yer righ' lassie," she said. And with the saying she lifted the third mug she had, the one she'd brought for Meri herself, and took a sip. Cedar had crafted the brew. She knew how much she could or could not drink before it would take hold. "Ahh ..." mun be off then, aye?" she murmured as Cailean was taken down and carried. She gestured with her head in Cailean's direction. "Shuid mebbe go an' make sure tha lad's no' gion' ta be tha worse fer wear." And with a sigh, and not sticking around to see her handy work en force, Cedar turned with a hand raised in farewell to the three as she began to walk back Cailean and Skyrah's way.

[2015/09/02 20:23] /me Casiphia rolls Dice (CC:beb4): 71, rerolls cause reasons

[2015/09/02 20:24] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles and nods, "I can heal him here, just simple knife wounds, just set him down here, but help me with the knives please" she says, as she prepares her healing magic.

[2015/09/02 20:25] Chione (Bokystroki): /me her lips presed into a firm line. Damn, can't say she didn't try. "<two silvers can do then....>" she suggested, though it was obvious that she was looking forward to ten gold. A woman can dream! "<Though - I can accept other things as payment...>" she suggested, tracing his face around the mask. With just a little bit of salt and pepper, it wouldn't be too bad!

[2015/09/02 20:26] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me bleeds politely and stuff.

[2015/09/02 20:28] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me nods her head as she carefully lays the man down on the ground "of course, just tell me what you want done." She then looked up to Cedar "Do you know this guy? He challenged me, he really shouldn't have..." muttering as she crouches down.

[2015/09/02 20:30] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me finally actually looked back as Cedar stepped away, her eyes widening as she got out a sputtered "W.. what happened?" It had totally missed her the knife-throwing and the Cailean-spinning and all that, all she saw was the aftermath and the comments of healing and the like. Her eyes darting back towards Bardaer & Casi, then over to see the tiny Crystiel, Meri'd relax a little and shake her head "Blasted men...." and then realized she'd totally lost track of what she'd been going to say and just stood there, slightly clueless for a moment (cause her writer brain-faded trying to multi-task too much!)

[2015/09/02 20:31] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or seemed to be relieved, and Biku-Biku gruffed behind him and peeked his head over the counter, staring sternly at the woman. <Ah.. My Lady... You saved my poor little heart..> He remarked, though he blinked as she touched at his mask. < ... Oh, Love, forgive me, this mask is my face..> He began, immediately correcting himself with a cough. <Well... Not my face. It is a replacement face, but tis' my face, nevertheless...> He reached into his robes once more, pulling out his coin purse and wincing slightly as he took out two silver. The things he did for jewelr-- ... Love? No, Jewelry. <Well then, pet... Is this going to be a romantic kiss, or a pecking kiss? Surely you won't forget me, amongst all the other kisses you will give this evening...>

[2015/09/02 20:33] /me Bardaer began to feel...not so good. It became obvious first in some genuine distress visible in his features, followed by a hand quickly reaching up to cover his mouth. A groan accompanied this movement as the mug fell to the ground, and the hand previously holding it moved to rest on his stomach...nope, that didn't feel good at all. In fact, it felt as if he was about to be very sick. For a short while he kept his mouth pressed firmly shut until he was reasonably confident the feeling had passed, before turning to Casi and opening his mouth as if to reply. Unfortunately, instead of words, a large torrent of flame came roiling out from between his lips, accompanied by a strange mixture of a belch and a yelp of surprise. Completely shocked, he stumbled backwards a step and connected with the flowerbed, then fell flat on his back which of course provoked another belch of flame escaping him, though this time angled straight upwards. Though he was still a bit panicked mentally, he at the very least added yet
[2015/09/02 20:33] /me Bardaer: another reason to already compiled list of such regarding why he /never/ drank.

[2015/09/02 20:34] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me had eyes on Cailean as she neared, though hearing Crystiel speak of healing did much to lift her worries. After all, she'd been struck nearly dead by lightning before and Crystiel had brought her back. What was a good bit of bloodloss and gouged skin in the face of that? "Aye I ken 'im," she lilted to Skyrah. "Tha'd be my man, Cailean." She grinned. "Dumb sot. Taken a drink from me when I was clearly workin' up ta no good." Unfortunately, focused up the three over here as she was, she was missing the light show behind her.

[2015/09/02 20:37] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles as she looks over the wounds and shakes her head, and smiles up at Little as she comes up, and directs Skyrah, "Just pulls the knife out as fast as you can while I hold the wound..." she says and reaches down and presses both of her hands on his thigh on eitherr side of the firrst knife, in the process some of her pixie dust gets on him [Save 50 vrs resolve or effected by Giggles (laughing gas?)] she looks to Cedar, "Im sorry if he was your man..this may have been my fault...I sent him on this fool quest"

[2015/09/02 20:38] /me Cailean rolls R4 (CC:beb5): 137, why couldn't the dust be an aphrodisiac or something more than giggles yo?

[2015/09/02 20:40] Chione (Bokystroki): /me rubs the two coins together and grins, putting them within her safety box. "<Oh, I'm sure...>" she cooed, grabbing his robes gently and beckoning him with a finger to come closer.

[2015/09/02 20:40] /me Casiphia kept the stare over the woman's heads before Cedar had suddenly decided to be off blinking and waving a "Oh farewell then, ma'am." She'd smile contently for a moment, taking another sip of that drink before looking to Bard. Her brows raised at that expression, him turning to speak to her, lowering the drink from her lips. And then within a split second THEREWASFIRE and she ducked suddenly, practicaly tossing her mug to the ground and letting out a surprised and so-not-elegant scream, ducking her head with hands covering the top of her head. If missed or not, she'd suddenly jerk her head up with a panicked, horrified expression, crying out, "WHAT in the bloody fuck was that!?" She just about toppled backwards onto her rump, pointing an outstretched hand to the drow and throwing a panicked expression to Meri, "Did you see this!? Was that FIRE!?"

[2015/09/02 20:40] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me looked to Cedar and just smirked at her "Well maybe when he is himself I can properly meet him?" She then nods to Crystiel, take hold of the knife and then quickly in a flash the knife was no longer in the mans leg and puts it off to the side.

[2015/09/02 20:43] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me squeaked as she saw Bardaer belch fire, her eyes flashing wide and a quick glance cast back at Cedar with a wince and back to Bardaer again... she'd had a thought, but... she hadn't figured on them being affected like -this-... Her eyes darting to Casi, almost tempted to grab the mug from her, but it was likely too late now anyway... but seeing her own reaction and the mug going flying brought a faint sigh of relief, though she'd instinctively step back herself, the louder rustling as she spun back and forth in her toes, torn between wanting to help him up and the realization that if she got too close at the wrong time....
[2015/09/02 20:43] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): on her *)

[2015/09/02 20:44] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or smiled softly as he willingly urged himself forward, his masked face now just infront of her own as his lidded, golden and glimmered up hues of adoration stared so intently at the Elvish girl, mesmerized by her attention on him. His hands gripped tightly at the edges of the wood that was the booth, a smooth hum being released from his lips as his jewelry and strange fancy adornments twinkled and jingled with his movements. His Wolf simply gruffed, looking around with an unimpressed expression at all those surrounding the pair.

[2015/09/02 20:47] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me nods and then moves her hand to his side, and does the same thing, "he came up to me and declared his love for me, I can smell a love enchantment a mile away....so I sent him to find 3 opponents for knife throwing...and beat them...in order for me to love him in return.....I only wanted to distract him..till the enchantment wears off....as for what I wanted to talk to you about Sky...id rather do it in private" she says with a smile and holds caileans side together for sky to pull that knife.

[2015/09/02 20:49] /me Bardaer idiotically opened his mouth to try and explain himself, and sent yet another jet of flame forth from between his lips before clamping his mouth shut and slapping a hand firmly over it. The poor Drow's expression was a strange mix between resigned acceptance and wild panic as he pushed himself back in an undignified fashion until his shoulders pressed against the house behind him. The odd spiritual presence accompanying him intensified briefly, then vanished entirely - yup, he was on his own. Feeling a tad defeated, he just leaned his head back...and /barely/ managed to move his hand out of the way of yet another torrent of flame escaping him. At this point, he was almost used to this sort of thing happening to him.

[2015/09/02 20:50] Chione (Bokystroki): /me took this as her queue, not being an amateur in the least this this kind of thing as she swung her legs over the side of the booth, her butt being firmly onto the booth's shelving. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she linked her fingers together, her legs crossing as she admired how they were almost the same height with her now sitting, causing her to smirk into the kiss, licking his bottom lip before fully indulging herself. It wasn't every day that a woman from a lowly birth got to kiss a successful and wealthy man after all! In fact, perhaps she was a tad too indulgent, as her nails racked against his skin on the back of his head.

[2015/09/02 20:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded, "Och, a love potion -- aye, seems likely," she lilted. Not stating at all it was her own drink. Cailean would know of course, not having drunk anything else in that moment but what Cedar gave him. But well, Cailean was currently knocked out, wasn't he? "Will need ta see if'n he feels up ta meetin' ye in better spirits, Sky," Cedar answered then. "He's only human after all an' they dint a'ways take kindly ta bein' tha weakest o' those around, aye?" Which was just Cedar's way of biding time to see if Cailean would even /want/ to get mixed up with a Garou pack, for her sake or not.

[2015/09/02 20:57] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or seemed to be into the kiss a whole lot, for his hands reached up to cup at her face as he let out a soft and pleased sound, his own porcelain, soft and yet strangely firm lips pressing against her own. His left hand would lower to gently touch the side of her waist, as if embracing her in an entirely gentlemanly fashion while his eyes closed and he indulged in the sensation of owning something he fancied for a moment, in any way. And how delicious the satisfaction was. Sir Biku-Biku simply sat and stared, squinting at the pair before giving a small whine, lifting his paw to graze at his nose as if trying to wipe away the embarrassment of his Master, who had clearly suddenly gone wild.

[2015/09/02 20:58] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me nods her head to Crystial thenpulled the side one out as fast she she did the other. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk privately tonight or another time?" she asked as she stood up once the last knife was taken out. Turning her head to Cedar "humans should not challenge one of our kind but he doesnt know, so really he just knows he was beat by a female wild elf and I think we should let him think that is true." Looking to Crystial she wondered why the pixie wanted to speak with her, she hoped they could meet now for this was racking her brain.

[2015/09/02 21:01] Chione (Bokystroki): /me unlatched herself momentarily, her lips separating with an audible 'pop!' as she fanned her reddening ears. "Well!" she exclaimed, laughing as all of this was just a harmless game. "Color me impressed, love." she congratulated, squishing his cheeks as if he was a child. "I should have rewards fer people like yaself."

[2015/09/02 21:01] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me had the most bashful look on her face, the realization that it was likely all her fault - she'd offered the mug - and now, well - now there wasn't much she could do other than hope the effects wore off... like - quickly... She hadn't answered the questions, cause well - big shooting flames, kinda obvious, yeah? But as Casi got understandably indignant, all Meri could do was offer an almost-whimpered "I'm sorry - I hadn't ..." hadn't realized it would be more than just a lark... This was why Meri didn't drink. At all. Just water thankyouverymuch... "I'm sure you're right Casi..." A glance cast back at Cedar and the others behind her once more then back to the pair before her as her shoulders slumped, and that soft rustling sounded again. She wanted to help, wanted to do something other than just ... stnad there. "Have you found a place to stay yet Bardaer? The Forest wasn't likely the best, but at least he'd be ... wait no - the vision of forest fires sparked by his flames suddenly came to mind.
[2015/09/02 21:01] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): Well, there was over by the shop...
[2015/09/02 21:02] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): Bardaer?" *

[2015/09/02 21:03] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles and then closes her eyes with a word of power..once the magic starts she was free to continue talking, "Oh after im done healing him, and all is well we can find a place to talk.....more like I have a couple questions...one that relates to both our kinds and I dont trust that the Human wont remember anything thats going on right now" she says with a smile as her hands start to glow green and she reaches out over Caileans body<Cure wounds 1/2>

[2015/09/02 21:07] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or stared at Chione with an expressionless face for a moment, his eyes looking her up and down as she made her reply, and then his face squishing with her cheek patting. "Guh.." He mumbled, before finally grinning, his hands slowly raising and his digits, giving a slight wiggle. <Reward ind--- WAH!> Sir Biku-Biku had enough. He was not going to allow his master to get himself into more trouble and thus promptly gave a large yank to his robes, causing the nobleman to fall down and onto the grass with a squeak. "OH... My outfit!" Was his first concern, immediately standing up and looking it over for dir. "Sir Biku-Biku! How rude!" He exclaimed, though Biku-Biku was now standing in front of the booth and between the two Elves. The wolf's eyes wandered until they landed on the much larger giant, his brows lifting and his tail beginning to wag.
[2015/09/02 21:07] Alleo (Alecksin Avora): dirt* ))

[2015/09/02 21:09] Chione (Bokystroki): /me couldn't help but cover her mouth with a grin, before leaning over and giving the wolf a kiss on the ear as well, before slinking back into her booth and leaning against the little shelf.

[2015/09/02 21:09] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me nodded for Skyrah's words, a bit of a smile appearing. Despite all the chaos that ensued about the carnival from her brew, it didn't once occur to Cedar to tweak it. Nope, she was perfectly content to leave it as it was and considered it even a grand success. So she stepped forward and stooped down beside Cailean, watching as Crystiel worked her healing and taking notes. Sure, she'd learned the spell already, but in many ways she was still novice with it.

[2015/09/02 21:13] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me nodded her head to Crystial "of course, I have nothing planned so I can wait for now" she took a step back and just waited quietly, watching the pixie work her magic. She tried the whole healing magic thing and just could not get a handle on it, only one way and she tried hard not to use that magic. Only would bring darkness upon her.

[2015/09/02 21:14] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me always kept papers with her, the mimicking of writing far too familiar to miss and she'd reach in a side pouch, her fingers reaching for one of the many pieces she kept for random notes that occurred to her, the glance towards Casi, then back to Bard, though as Casi ra inside and back out, Meri'd note both the location, and the familiarity in her head before letting go of the pouch and hoping that Bardaer had an idea.... Cause Meri? Nope, not this time.

[2015/09/02 21:19] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles as the green glow spreads till it covers Caileans whole body, and brightening more around the two knife wounds, "There that should help..." she says as the light flashes and then dissipates. the two knife wounds slowly start to stitch themselves back together and tightens up <Cure wounds 2 Mana, 2 HP healed, -2 skills to self[Collegiate]>

[2015/09/02 21:24] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): When Cailean woke, he did so slowly, the world only coming into focus in shades and fractions. He blinked, his eyes roving between the three women that surrounded him. He recognized Cedar and Skyrah, knowing who they were, but when he saw Crystiel, his gaze lingered and his mouth took on a slow curve. "You--.. you saved me," he told the faun, the adoration returning to him. He reached out and tried to scoop the faun into a hug, likely crushing her against his chest if he succeeded. "I'm sorry, I didn't win--.. but I don't need your love. I--.. I just need to love you," he murmured. Someone knock him out again please!

[2015/09/02 21:28] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me winced as the next blast of flames erupted, the mental image of what it must be doing to his insides bringing a faint shudder and wince to her expression. Her tongue pressed between her teeth as the silent litany of apology rolls around her head, dropping her eyes though to watch him start writing, staying silent for multiple reasons as the feeling of Magic suffused the air. A faintly-hopeful expression crossing her features as she dashed a look to Casi and back to Bardaer, and just waited.

[2015/09/02 21:29] Chione (Bokystroki): /me snickered, waving to Arad as he was bumped off, shaking her head with a sigh. There goes her snack, causing her stomach to gurgle once more.

[2015/09/02 21:29] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me watched Crystiel finish the healing spell and watched as Cailean came to. He came too, and clearly had not bled enough to drain the brew's effects from him. So she shook her head, with a little grin and a roll of her eyes, watching then as he reached for the pixie with all the adoration in his gaze. "Aye then," Cedar murmured, reaching for her belt. "Do ye hae a sip then, Cailean. Will make ye tha' much better." She offered the healing syrum to the man - she'd taken to carrying one or two on her at all times every since their run-in with the shade beast. "Then do think we mun get ye cleaned up, aye? Yer in no state fer ta be courtin' a lass, bloodied an' wi' holes in yer clothes now, aye?"

[2015/09/02 21:31] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me watches quietly as the pixie does her thing. But as the man wakes and goes on about his love for the pixie she just wanted to face palm. Poor fae. "Do I need to pry his arms off of you?" she asked as she took a step forward. Though it then seemed Cedar had it under control so she took another step back and motioned towards the forest area "We should go talk in the forest it should be quieter there for us." She then smirked to Cailean "should be careful who you challenge young one."

[2015/09/02 21:33] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me smiles to Cailean as he wakes up and sighs as she realizes, the enchantment wasnt broken, it was too much to hope and as such she was caught off guard and scooped up. pixie dust smearing into him a she gets squeezed<you'll have to make another resolve save>, "hey put me ...drffffffshhh" she manages to say before being smothered into his chest and tries to wriggle in his grasp and hearing Skys request she attempts to reach out and give her a thumbs up in acceptance...weather it was for help...or for a place to talk, it was hard to tell.

[2015/09/02 21:39] /me Cailean rolls R4 (CC:beb6): 93, laughingdustbegone!

[2015/09/02 21:42] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me reached for the vial and took a sip, assuming that it'd be another healing draught. Cedar was always giving him healing draughts because she loved him, which was sad because he only loved Crystiel, who he now held against his chest, bringing to him a world of joy. Yet he grinned at Skyrah. "I'd challenge the gods if my love asked me to," he told her. "Though I obviously concede defeat to you. Thank you for hurting me so that Crystiel would heal me, aye?" That's right. The crazy bastard is /thankful/ that Skyrah hurt him. What the hell. Eventually, though, he releases Crystiel and nods at Cedar. "Aye, I suppose you're right, I should get cleaned up and presentable for my love. T'would only be proper." He set the faun gently aside and began to clamber to his feet, a bit wobbly, but getting there.

[2015/09/02 21:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me and so Cedar nodded again, trying hard not to just start laughing for the way he'd gathered p the tiny fae and the things he said when he spoke. The healing drought drunk, Cedar reached to take the empty bottle - she'd save it for later use again. Then she too rose, eyeing Cailean like some new fawn before offering him her arm while she turned. "I'll walk wi' ye then," she said to him, inwardly hoping the journey home wasn't too long. "Make sure ye dint fall from yer feet as we go an' then can get ye all bonnie fer tha lass, we will."

[2015/09/02 21:46] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me just shook her head at the man then looked to Cedar "you have a good evening Sister, I need to take my leave for certain matters need my attention." Looking down to the pixie "Shall we?" she asked then started for the forest. [thanks for the rp everyone! off to the forest]

[2015/09/02 21:49] Crystiel Thistlebush: /me breathes heavily as she is set down, "Thank you for putting me down, you big oaf.." she says with a smile and then looks to Cedar, "Please keep an eye on him, and im sorry for sending him on this fool quest....Bye Cailean, hope you feel better, but I must be off" she says and then folloows behind Sky.

[2015/09/02 21:49] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me felt the rush of air as it teased around her, her eyes closing and the feel of Magic combined with the rush, making her shiver and her face relaxing into it's own gentle smile. 'Course Magic almost always did that, but the relief in her expression was more than that and she'd finally flick her eyes open again as Bard spoke, "Oh thank the Goddess, I'm so sorry - forgive me will you?" She'd step a few paces closer, dashing another apologetic look over at Casi, though it -seemed- she'd been lucky and escaped any effects of the brew herself. Meri's gaze continuing to glance about the area, caught sight of Tae, dipping her head to the woman politely and dashing a warm smile before turning back to Casi's question, the interest in her own gaze as well as she peered over at Bard and waited to hear the reply.

[2015/09/02 21:51] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): /me nodnodded to Cedar, and because it was so late and the player could hardly keep his eyes open, they wents! Thanks for the RP everyone!

Cedar sought out the Treasurer of Aberwyth, to discuss with him, a matter of gold. And if gold, the ownership of it and willingness to trade it do not raise a person's social standing, I don't know what does!

[21:02] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or was loitering absentmindedly near the center of the upper Aberwyth square, staring off into the forest as he smoked his pipe and puffed out large clouds of the gray foggy vapor high into the air. His Wolf-companion, Sir Biku-Biku, sat loyally at his side, apparently staring in the same direction and unaffected by the fog of various scents that was surrounding the tall for that was the believed elf. Biting occasionally at his pipe, he decided to release a couple of rings before quietly continuing to zone out, almost blank to the rest of the world, aside from his attention being stolen by the occasional peasant passing closely by.

[21:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) saw the nobleman when she crested the stairs and there was a gleam in her eye for the sight. Between him, and the lady Elizabeth, Cedar had plans, big plans, to determine the things they liked so she could sell them to them for a tidy profit. And yet, this time the gleam she held within her gaze was not of that particular bend. It was lighter, softer, and filled with inquisitiveness and an almost eager hope. "Guid eve t'ye, sirrah," she lilted out to the man, not even going to try to say his name in the slightest. She'd butcher it for sure, and had thus far made do without. "'Tis a bonnie eve, i'sit no?"

[21:11] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or seemed to actually come out of his daze, his goldish hues turning down to the approaching elf as a soft and cheerful smile spread over his enchanted mask. "Ah. Indeed it is. I find myself almost forgetting the dark is dangerous for how beautiful the night can be, but thankfully I have this lovely good sir to keep me company now.." He purred, setting a hand down on Biku-Biku's head, who simply panted and wagged his tail slightly. "How are you, my dear lady?"

[21:19] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) couldn't help but frown for talk of danger within the dark. Just like she couldn't help but stare at his masked facade. Truth be told, the fae hadn't truly noticed that his face was not a face at all until this eve, so caught up with the sight of skin the glimmered or looked as gold. And so she stared at it, wondering after it and how such a thing came to be formed. She'd a hand with enchanting objects herself at times, but never had they been anything so specific in their tasks. Ever the inquisitive nature, she wished that he would speak more, wanting the opportunity to see it more at work -- and then realised that he'd stopped talking and, the course of conversation working how it did, that likely meant she was expected some response. "Oh, ah ..." Cedar's mind sifted through all the words that'd drifted past. Then her brows lifted and her glance lowered swiftly as it occurred to her then how rudely it might have seemed that she'd stared as long as she had. "More so, tha dangers wi'in tha dark
[21:19] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): of late, wha' wi' yon darkness creepin' through tha wilds," she'd said in a rush to catch the conversation up. However, her words did not end there, as her gaze had settled on what was once golden skin, only to find it not golden at all. "Och! But ye mun close yer coat, me lord!" she said quite sudden and with a flush that rose to stain her cheeks a darker color. Cedar's eyes snapped away, clearly perturbed by his manner of dress only /now/ when the skin was merely skin and the body beneath a male form - not some creature to be hunted. And letting out a slow and quiet breath, said finally, "I be weel enough, an' I thank ye," trying to bring things back to norm.

[21:27] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or was observant enough to notice that she was staring at his mask, entertained significantly by this, as he always was when people found interest in his artifacts. Bringing his pipe back up to his lip, he continued to smile slightly as she talked, releasing another smooth puff of smoke. Then, she seemed to suddenly quip up about the manner of his dress, causing his own eyes to lower over his own form in some confusion. "Hmm Tis' still summer, my lady, nothing doing harm to keep oneself cool under layers of outfit.." He replied with a chuckle, jingling away some of his jewelry and tugging lightly at said robes. "Ah, then perhaps you remember the last conversation we had! About the taxes and finances, of course. I haven't forgotten! Hm hmm hmm!"

[21:32] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) had actually approached the nobleman when she'd seen him in the square for the very talk of money that had occurred. But conversation and revelations being what they were, it had quickly been forgotten when other interests had arose. Now, however, she was reminded, nodded for the man's words. Nodded, but did not precisely look his way again for she hadn't any idea where she would look if so! After all, he was very tall and she rather short which placed his skin within plain and comfortable view. And so, with the pretense of letting her gaze skim the square, though it was likely apparent for the avoidance of looking at /him/ that it was, Cedar replied, "Aye, me too. Was tha reason I'd walked ower t'ye when did see ye standin' 'ere in fact. Migh'nt be a bit fortuitous, can hope. Fer was told ye handle tha town's treasure .... aye?" On the last word with which she queried, the fae turned her glance to him in a surreptitious way, all the way up to his masked face, and brief, before she could catch
[21:32] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): sight of skin again, and then looked once more away.

[21:43] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or tilted his head slightly, watching her avert her gaze to seemingly everywhere but him, though he had not the ability to be offended, and infinite patience due to a complete and utter lack of some other critical components in his mind. "Ah, mm'yes. I am Aberwyth's Treasurer, and take care of the income and finances that this here settlement and all its citizens provide, as you no doubt was told correctly. I wouldn't have offered to do something that required such a responsibility if I couldn't do it~" He chimed in a jesting manner, his eyes lidding as his cheeks raised with a grin, a perfect set of pearly white teeth being shown with the magical mask.
[21:50] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) chanced another glance towards his face, it held the same too brief time. But this time when she looked, her features held a smile that was equal parts delight and contemplation. "Weeel then it may be as yer tha man fer me, aye?" she said in a happier tone, one faintly amused and that drawled in the way her voice lilted over the words. "Fer i've no small bit o' business in mind tha' I wonder ye migh' help wi." Moving forward, she swished a bit more than was usual as she moved. It was on account of the dress she wore, and the underlining of lace within the skirt, which made Cedar feel fancy, made her feel quite civilized, and let her imagine she was a beaut. And once she'd come rather near Arad, she leaned towards him in a manner quite conspiratorial, with a hand that moved to the pouch tied to her belt that seemed well ladened, and a voice that spoke in a hush as she said, "It be a matter o' gold, sirrah."

[21:59] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or seemed to perk a bit more attentively, at least at the last sentence that she gave. At first he was just watching her with a bit of a wide-eyed expression, as if he was wondering what she was going to come up with, but on the topic of gold, well... There were ways to certainly make him become alert, and that metal was one of them. "Gold, you say?" He muttered back quietly, leaning a bit so that he could hear her better. "What kind of gold-business do you speak of? Tis' a very substantial level of trade if we are involving /that/ specific metal, my dear..."

[22:03] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) was glad to note she'd caught his attention with her words. She had no doubt that she would, but to what level, she could not be sure. Yet she imagined it was not expected, one who looked and spoke such as she, to speak in matters of gold, and so she did not beat much around the bush, figuring her moment of attention and focus slim. Instead, and with a cautious look towards the sleeve of the man's coat where it remained firmly pinned, Cedar removed the pouch from her belt and held it aloft for the man to take and look within. "I've need fer ta make use o' tha', aye?" she said quietly about the contents that would be seen. And those contents would have been one simple bar of gold, a bar she'd brought with intention of finding some way to trade. "I've others as weel ... I'd no' expected ta hae tha fortune o' runnin' straight inta ye this eve or I'd hae brought them as weel."

[22:20] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or raised his brows with interest as he peeked inside the pouch, a knowing and highly interested grin spreading over his features. "My, my! Such a pretty thing.." He purred, his sights then shifting up to gaze at her. "And I'm guessing you are looking to get a good pay in coin for what you have here?" He asked gently, straightening up almost immediately. "You are lucky in that case. The Treasurey does function in kind, so long as I have the equivalent worth of the coin in an item, I would see no qualms with trading with any who seek to sell their things. Once the Island manages to fix itself in its course, with due prayer and hope.." He looked up to the sky for a moment before looking down again. "... Then we ensure such is traded for what the City needs... Yes? Hmm hmm... But first, I will need numbers, love. Can't count out coin if I don't know how much I owe.."

[22:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) smiled, happily and bright, with dimples appearing deep in her cheeks. "Oh an' so I'd hoped ye mun answer, sirrah," she said with a delighted clap of her hands. It proved a solution to the problem of turning the wealth into wealth that could be used. And when he asked after the number of bars she wished to trade in exchange for coins, Cedar promptly said, "Three." She /had/ four, total. But three was a nice even number. "But did ye e'er find yerself in need o' any, sirrah," she then said just as sweetly, "I ken how ta gain more."

[22:35] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or clapped his hands together very softly, his Wolf tilting his head at his reply. He had an idea about how interested his master could get about the silly material. "Oh, splendid. Just splendid, then. We can meet up again soon, and I will give you the right amount of coin worth the three bars of the size you presented! Indeed, it will be just wonderful." He declared, his jewelry clinking as he bent his knee just slightly in a feminine manner. "I will be surely seeking you out in the future, my dear lady! Oh yes, indeed."

[22:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) continued to smile with a bob of her head, ever the more pleased to see that the Treasurer seemed delighted with the exchange as well. "Aye then," she murmured, taking a step away and letting her gaze slip off to the side once more. Why, she'd been so happy in the moment that she nearly forgot there was a bared chest to be seen! Nearly. "Then will be sure as I hae it present so's we can make tha exchange when ye do, sirrah." She reached out a hand for the pouch he held and her other hand grasped her skirt as she gave the faintest bob of her body as well.

[22:44] Lori headed towards the tavern in the speed of an arrow, she was seeking rum and fruit! She stooped abruptly and almost did a somersault in in the air as she saw a familiar face "Hello Tree lady! I hope you are doing well and that the tavern still is full of good, good things? And maybe a bar fight yes? Have there been any bar fights? She glanced at the male Little Tree was talking too, maybe he would start a fight some day?

[22:46] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or gently placed the pouch back into her palm, bowing his head politely like a gentleman might, showing nothing but the utmost grace expected of a high Elf... Perhaps a highly more free-spirited and greedy one by Elven standards. Ah, but did he hide the yearning that he did have, that horrendous habit of hoarding away the gold almost immediately, of unhinging his jaw and sending it down the hatch where someone would have to butcher him for recovery. "Indeed! I will visit your tavern and keep an eye out for you, my dear, and we will both be very happy in no time!" Another puff of smoke, a slight satisfied gruff from his Wolf, and he was all ready to head off for the night! But his attention was stolen by a tiny Fae, to whom he offered a polite nod of his head. "Good evening! What nice wings you have. I will have to compliment them better when it tis' not so late."

[22:52] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland) heard the tiny voice that called out her other other name, right as the pouch was placed back within her grasp. "Guid eve t'ye --" she'd began but blinked for the pixie had just as quickly darted away and, well, maybe that was for the best. Ensuring the pouch was tied tight to her belt once more, Cedar nodded and though her beaming smile had faded she smiled still. "'Twill be a pelasure ta hae ye at me tavern, sirrah. An' fer such business as we might have." Cedar said. She seemed to be of like mind however for another step back was taken and she dared a glance to his mask. "D'ye hae a guid eve," she said by way of a farewell.

[22:55] Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: me offered her another low bow, purring back a "To you as well.." Before he turned on his heel and carried off, patting his reddish wolf two times on the head for him to follow, which the large canine pretty much joyfully did. Off into the night! And to plot about what he should do with the gold! Acquire some silver, and he might have an excuse to push for the forge to make extra currency! Oh, how sneaky. Or he could eat it.

Arriving at her tavern, Cedar finds the Harbor Master is there. To bully her into an agreement of debt from prior ownership apparently. Under the curious and disapproving (towards the harbor master) eyes of several acquaintences and friends, Cedar declines the agreement, even if it might make getting future supplies difficult in the end. But she does so to the approving affirmation of those about her, gaining more of their respect, and prompts another business owner to do the same.

[2015/09/08 17:45] /me Venus overheard the woman speak about the harbor and Venus unconsciously become a bit nervous. She shook her head lightly and sighed. "A drink, that's what i need. A good drink will calm my nervous." she said to herself as if saying it aloud would make it more true. She walked to the bar and looked around for a worker. At the moment she didn't really care what she had, she just wanted something strong to drink. "Is there an bartender working today?" she asked aloud to no one in particular.

[2015/09/08 17:52] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me let out a soft snort ignoring Ashes for a few minutes as she smiled to Arad "that sounds perfect I will let her know, shes been meaning to catch you sooner but she has been quite busy. I hope you understand." Looking to the woman that walked into the tavern she gave a slight nod of her head before turning her attention to Ashes once more, a soft huff escaped her lips "well luckily not all of us have to rely on the harbor" running a hand through her hair as she continued to just lean against the archway. "See I am not one to get along with others that trashes another persons business or is just plain rude" shrugging her shoulders "and being one that has her own resources we really do not need to get along. Anyways only the ones I get along with will ever be able to really get to know me better." Looking around the tavern her eyes looked at the dark cloaked lad, her eyes moving over him before turning back her attention to Ashes "you make people 'scared' or 'nervous' around you just seems a bit childish
[2015/09/08 17:52] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): yea? Best way to do business is to kill with kindness, but it looks like some people just do not have that kind of emotion in their bones. It doesn't surprise me, especially with your kind." One hand flexed by her leg as she was feeling a bit on edge, her wolf was at ther surface and her multi-colored eyes were glowing even more.

[2015/09/08 17:53] Chione (Bokystroki): /me blinks out of her stupor, taking the scenery that was folding in front of her, her brow furrowing at what was going on. Taking account to all that was around she grinned, all of them were considered comrads! Except for one in particular that she didn't know - but she kept her mouth shut for a moment to see the interactions in front of her.

[2015/09/08 17:56] Ashes (Bttenn): /me rang the bell again as some woman joined the bar "that's what I like to know too!" at the same moment Cedar walked in. But furtherly ignoring her as Ashes just had to have the last word against Sky "that's what thy all say sweetheart" a cold and somewhat iconic ironic expression chisled on her face. Ashes was not going to give her more time out of her day when she had just lowered her head to the person that came in , Ashes looked her up and down and just saw what must be some barbarian woman "are you Cedar?!" she demanded to know while stepping from behind the bar and approach, stomping her boots on the floor and stopping right in front of her, somehow managed to slip an unsigned trade agreement from somewhere and dangle it in front her face "see this? time to sign or to dry up" she had no idea if it was Cedar or not, she just figured that if she was an employee, she'd hand over the message to Cedar

[2015/09/08 18:06] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or watched between the strange exchange, his hands collected a bit girlishly at his torso. The discussion was highly entertaining. He slunked off to lean besides Chiones table, commenting lightly on the discussion. "You know, I love pleasant discussions, parties under soft blue lights, and sweet smelling smoke! Why don't we all go around and enjoy such?" He offered with a chuckle, before checking his metallic nail decorations for a moment and continuing to listen.

[2015/09/08 18:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me had no idea what she'd just walked into save a tavern bustling with activity. Which she loved to see! Now if /only/ she'd her damn whiskey she'd ordered, not to mention the rum? Then she could serve all the patrons without worry. As it was, she was having to direct more and more of them to the alchemical brews of the grog or mead and -- "What?" That the Harbor Master had come barging up to her was met with far less surprise than the fact she was a) calling Cedar by a more common name than she'd given the lass and b) asking her to sign an agreement she already had! She vaguely heard Skyrah's familiar voice going on about something to do with 'trashing' and 'business' and Cedar slowly shook her head ... "Weel an if'n ye gi' me somat by which ta sign then, lassie," she lilted out with a settling of her spear and a hand that reached out. What the hell did she care if she signed it again, so long as she got her damned order, it was no sweat to her. "An' where tha feck be tha whiskey then, aye? Did ye
[2015/09/08 18:08] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): no' bring it wi' ye an' ye'd come all this way??" Cedar's eyes narrowed and she took a step closer the tiefling with a lift of a brow. "Ye still mun tell how much fer tha whiskey an' tha rum forbye so's I can see it paid." Even though she was dealing with the Harbor Master before her, when she heard the Treasurer speak Cedar glanced his way. Why? Because gold, that's why. Of which they both adored. And if he happened to notice her brief attention she'd nod and smile before settling a scowl on her face again for Ashes and the matter of booze.

Meanwhile, Helga was somewhere about as she generally was, the NPC barmaid with big tits and little else. And for Venus's question she headed over to the bar -- now that it was sans ornery tiefling at least -- and asked what she would like to drink? And for whatever the woman answered, Helga would see it served in haste!

[2015/09/08 18:14] Ashes (Bttenn): /me had the hardest time in the world to make sense of Cedar's vocals, otherwise depicted as speech patterns. Ashes tilted her head at her and dangled the trade agreement again "it's written in what is commonly accepted as the linga municipal in valesk" Ashes was in no mood to bullshit around and if anyone was going to suffer ... not her...not now ...and not like this.... if she could do it to another, it would be fine tho. "pay the depths" she blantantly told her , getting in instant business mode "you are Cedar, the Cedar that has NOT signed any trade agreement yet? Well here it is" she waved it in front of her face again " sign it .. and I will leave..." it was not a threat, it was promise "don't sign it, and see your clients run as dry as your harvest" Ashes knew the constant downpoor could not have a good effect on the harvest. "it's really simple" she promised her as well "sign it, and I will leave, don't sign it , and it's up to you from that point on, because no one likes to aid a drownign
[2015/09/08 18:14] Ashes (Bttenn): ship"

[2015/09/08 18:15] Chione (Bokystroki): /me holdsa finger up in agreement to Arad's suggestion. "Aye!"

[2015/09/08 18:15] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me didn't even realize Chione was here but when she did her whole face went red. Trying to pull her attention away from the other woman the she-wolf walked closer to Cedar and Ashes. "mm sure, seems your all talk" looking towards Cedar "this person called your place a shit hole, you plan to be doing business with this one...seems a bit not to smart in my eyes" murmuring softly. Her glowing eyes went back to Ashes "I offered to pay what she wanted but seems she didn't care. All yelling about needing you, seems she got way too much time on her hands." Her hand still clenched to her side but she just gave a warm smile to Cedar "Also its a pleasure to see you Cedar, love to speak to you when your done dealing with this piece of trash" motioning to the harbor master. "Don't know if its smart to sign that Cedar."

[2015/09/08 18:17] /me Venus watched the other people in the tavern gather and talk. She was not really sure what they were talking about so she turned back tot her bar and saw there was now a woman behind the bar. "Ah hello, can I please have the strongest ale you have." she said. The woman raised an eyebrow to the small woman but shrugged and went off to get the ale. While the bartender worked Venus turned back to the group, a bit too curious for her own good.

[2015/09/08 18:20] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me padded her way up to the tavern, the soft hum on her breath as usual, stopping short when she saw the crowd within, her brows lifting, a tip of her head to note Ashes within, the slight wrinkle of her nose and dash of her gaze over towards Cedar with her other brow lifting in silent inquiry before moving for the far side of the bar, just watching them both, and those around them. Offering a dash of a smile towards Chione and a polite dip of her head at Arad before pausing near the counter and waiting for Helga to be finished with her business.

[2015/09/08 18:21] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me 's face went bland as she took the paper, but she wasn't really in the mood to be spoke down to with words that were untrue. "I be Cedar, aye. I also be the Applebottom - same as tha one tha' /ALREADY/ signed yer feckin' paper at tha docks. Yer no' makin' yerself look reliable like in how ye kint seem ta remember tha' aye?" Helga, seeing that Cedar wasn't being given anything to write with from Ashes, lifted a hand to Venus with a smile and a nod, gesturing to her it'd be just one moment. Then she went jogging over to the fae's side with a quill already dipped in ink to give to Cedar, brought from by the ledger, and after Cedar took it, returned to the bar to give Venus her drink. Cedar herself glanced over to Sky and smiled a moment, though she seemed to be a bit surprised. Skyrah was going to pay the debts on the tavern? Well, that was just as well since Cedar wasn't - they weren't her debts nor had she been aware of them! And so, when the fae looked back to Ashes, she did with lofted brows as
[2015/09/08 18:21] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): she moved to the table nearby. "I'll no' gi' this t'ye until ye state tha number that is this /debt/ -- as weel the cost fer tha whiskey an' rum! Once ye do, ye'll hae yer paper, an' yer coin. It be sae easy as tha'." And, assuming that Ashes /would/ tell her because of course the Harbor Master /wanted/ to get paid, right? Cedar began to sign the paper for she'd have been very surprised if Ashes didn't answer.

[2015/09/08 18:23] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or lifted a hand and wiggled his digits a few times in Cedar's direction, before pointing to an area in his pouch, and giving it a poke.. A heavy jingle being heard. That was the sound of either more jewelry, or a good amount of coin of questionable value. It was just a foreboding message of love for Cedar, whom he was sure was more than happy to complete the gold-for-gold trade. To the entering Meri, he offered a dip of his own head in a happy manner, seemingly pleased to see her around. She was a nice lady. He turned back to the exciting talk, deciding to sit himself down there and watch with a highlevel of continued interest. Goodness, it was all very intriguing, and he seemed to shoot Chione a look that asked if she too was enjoying the exciting scene.

[2015/09/08 18:25] /me Viveka lazily made her way up to the tavern after having been gone for a time. Trying to find some answers and all. Once she turned to look into the tavern, she stopped, blinked a few times, and near turned back around. It was more people than she was prepared to be around at the current time but...Skyrah was there and there was some sort of talking about harbormaster and all that kind of fun stuff. She leaned against the frame of the entrance, arms crossed over her chest and a near smirk on her face because it seemed as though people were a show of sorts going on.

[2015/09/08 18:26] Ashes (Bttenn): /me had a faint memory ring in her head but she didn't actualy connect it to the same Applebottom of who she already got an agreement with, that woman had small idiot business after all, not even worth mentioning, not even once it struck in her own head that that woman was the same woman taht was standing in front of her. "just sign it." she ushered her, obviously not even in her element and wanting to get back home too at some point. "You Cedar!" she declared before wanting to make an exit "you Cedar have now full control, managment and ownership of this tavern do you not?" Ashes didn't want to wait for her answer but did "you just inherited its depths as well, as legal owner of this tavern, expect to pay for our services or suffer the neglect of all of them" the unspoken threat was verbalized in very an almost friendly manner, the same friendly manner the ground reminds your face of the fact that your face is weaker

[2015/09/08 18:28] Sevrin Blaine (Bastelderberry): /me continues to sip his ale.. watching from his corner seat, out of sight and out of mind..

[2015/09/08 18:33] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me just seemed to stare quietly at Ashes as Cedar took care of business, her look was not kind at all. Though as Cedar spoke up she chuckled softly, then looked back at Ashes as she seemed to threaten Cedar's business. "Its not good business to threaten you know that right? You should learn better ways to go aboutthings, I could teach you if you want?" a smirk on her face before looking back as she caught a familiar scent and felt Viveka near. "Viv! it seems to have been a long time, I have missed you sister."

[2015/09/08 18:36] /me Venus was so into the scene before her she didn't notice the bartender come back with her ale. she smiled and handed helga a few coins to her before taking her ale and taking her previous seat. She had never really drank ale before, she much preferred wine. She took a good drink of the ale and almost immediately coughed it back up. The ale burned her throat, it was much stronger than she expected. Her coughing fit would probably draw unwanted attention to herself.

[2015/09/08 18:36] Chione (Bokystroki): /me eyes hooded as her lips curled into a sneaky smile, shifting her golden irises to Arad, wriggling her eyebrows, know full well just what she would do with all the information being thrown around.

[2015/09/08 18:36] Ashes (Bttenn): /me snapped her fingers at Sky and nodded at her "excellent advice and some of a kind I hope your kind will learn to take at some point too, namely your own" and with that she just left the parchment the counter with a look at Cedar "you know what to do" with an unspoken promise of -if not .. hell to pay- at least such could be seen written on her face, she knew when she was outnumbered, but a quick escape never defied the odds of winning.

[2015/09/08 18:39] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me just blinked hearing the two on the far side, blinked then furrowed her brows, the glance back over and shake of her head at Helga, the water brought and the fee paid as she took the mug with a murmur of thanks and sidled around the dark-haired woman before her with a quiet "Excuse me..." She'd move a few steps in Cedar's direction, pausing near Arad's chair and dashing him another quick smile, having apparently no issue at all with waiting to see what the pair would work out, though she'd glance towards Cedar and offer a quick shake of her head as well in accordance with SKy's comment, not to sign it.

[2015/09/08 18:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me 's quill slowed, the name only half written - only a Ced - and nothing more, with an eye that turned back to the Harbor Master and a look of growing impatience rising on her face. "Aye ... I own this tavern. Tha' be me, Cedar, aye ..." she said even as she began to frown. She /really/ wanted that whiskey and that rum but she couldn't finish signing the paper - not when there was talk of a debt that needed to be paid, incurred by prior owner, and with Cedar left unaware of the debt's supposed amount. She wasn't about to sign an agreement and not know the cost. She simply wasn't that dumb. So while it looked like Whiskey, and soon Rum, would be off the menu a while, Cedar put down the quill and sighed. It was a sigh that had her glance about the tavern again, half in curiosity as to who was watching and paying any mind, and half to gauge her options and the oncoming consequence of what she did -- or didn't do as it was. This was where she noticed Arad and the wiggling of fingers followed by a
[2015/09/08 18:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): telling jingle of his purse. It lightened her spirits a bit, which was needed just then, and after she let her gaze skim over Meri and Chione before returning to the Harbor Master instead. There, Cedar merely watched her, the advice from Sky and Meri both only echoing her own thoughts. "I
[2015/09/08 18:40] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): 'll no' be signing. No' tongiht," she said after she hit enter early. And then waited for the Harbor Master to see herself out.

[2015/09/08 18:42] Ashes (Bttenn): /me didn't quite wait for Cedar's official reply, she was confident it would reach her mailbox without ever having to outright say who she was. Perhaps it was wrong of her to think of herself immortal at that very moment, as she departed that tavern with a huge smirk on her face, confident that matters will solve themselves if you let them. Harbor master ...the best job she could have ever imagined for herself....

[2015/09/08 18:43] /me Viveka quirked a brow when she heard how Ashes spoke to Cedar. She pushed herself away from the entrance and up next to Skyrah. "Since you are here with your contracts, I shall let it be known that I will not be dealing with you for my shipments at my establishment. I already have previous arrangements with the Lady Elizabeth, but I certainly do not wish to be dealing with someone who cannot act like an adult and speak without trying to be the bully." She turned to look to Sky with a beaming grin, her mood seeming to go from cranky and not rum filled enough, gods please don't tell her the rum is gone, to happy, normal her. "I missed you as well. I am sorry for my absence. I have been trying to find more answers to the many questions I have....with absolutely no luck, I am afraid.

Once calm had settled in the tavern after the harbor master's departure, the Treasurer of Aberwyth pulled Cedar aside in order to make good on the trade they'd agreed to some days before: gold bars for gold coin. Well, amassing a wealth (albeit through the deceptive sale of alchemical gold) is certainly one way to improve one's social standing ...

[2015/09/08 18:47] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or gave Chione a knowing smile, setting his head in his hand as he otherwise continued to watch the transfer, humming softly to himself for a moment. How entertaining indeed! This would not do with business, but his Mother would deal with it. He was for taxes and gold, otherwise, not so much. "Well, now that the lass is off, how is everyone otherwise?" He purred off to them all. "Ah, Cedar, I have something to lighten the mood for you if you have a moment... Should these pesky debts truly be an issue, I;m sure they won't be after we have a good talk, hmmm?" He began with a smile, otherwise relaxing as his Wolf watched the crowd lazily.

[2015/09/08 18:48] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me just gave a glare Ashes as she left before looking to Cedar "I have an offer for ya but i'll talk to ya about it when we are not around a crowd alright?" Her eyes then looked towards Viveka, realizing a lot of her pack members own businesses in the village. It was actually probably a good thing, they could keep their eyes and ears open around here. Leaning into Viveka the she-wolf whispered in the other woman's ear "ill be down to the opium den tonight." Was all she said to that before looking over the group of people and going back to leaning against the wall.

[2015/09/08 18:51] Chione (Bokystroki): /me laughs at it all, using her foot as leverage as she pushed against the table, causing her chair to pull itself out as she began to stand, "Lovely seein' all the people I hold dear to me all in one place, mmm?" she cooed, pushing her chair in, "Though I gotta take care of some...business at home - I'll love to speak with you all quite later, especially about this interestin' Ashes character." Though the look in her eyes showed she might know a little more than she led on, nodding to Cedar, Arad, Sky, and essentially everyone she held dear, before sautering of in her usual, sailor gait, the swagger in each step unmistakable as her boot heels clattered on cobblestone.

[2015/09/08 18:54] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me shook her head, the same sort of crap Ashes had been giving to Emma and herself, seemed to have made it about to Cedar which didn't sit well with Meri at all... Though like Sky had noted, too many people, and gears turning, but Meri'd dash a smile over at Cedar and murmur "It'll work out, it always does, even if it's not as you expect, right?" The soft musical tones a bit hardened than her usual but she'd force a bit of a smile, and finally take a sip of her water... "I'd debated tossing this at her at one point, but she ran off first." Yea, Meri... it'd likely have pissed her off more of course, but Meri would have been amused "Oh dear, the agreement's all soggy and ruined..." then chuckles softly.

[2015/09/08 19:00] Sevrin Blaine (Bastelderberry): /me would stand up after he'd finished off his ale, turning to watch those gathered for a few moments, and then he was calmly walking towards the exit, he'd learned a great deal of how the culture works throughout the realm already, now he just had to find somewhere to base himself out of and then he could go looking for work. he'd roll his shoulders back before continuing on his way out the tavern

[2015/09/08 19:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me really didn't know what to think about what had just occurred. But ... whatever it was, it was done now and nothing else she could do. At least she knew her brother had it in mind, her issue with the booze. If anyone could take care of things, it was Batman. So, determined to let it roll off her back, she drew in a breath and crumpled the unsigned agreement in her fist. Hearing the approaching woman state similar thought to the Harbor Master as the tiefling passed only helped affirm Cedar in what she already felt was a good decision so she smiled to the elf then smiled to Skyrah as well. "Aye then," she lilted. Cedar refused to say the woman's name, for who was she today? Sophia? Skyrah? Someone else? So she left it at that and when Meri spoke, while the words were quiet they didn't go unheard. Cedar was too familiar with Meri's musical voice for it to skim past her unaware. The fae turned a glance to that elf then and her smile lightened a little more for the sentiment spoken. Just in that
[2015/09/08 19:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): moment Cedar realised she was surrounded by what looked to be elves -- Skyrah, the woman beside her, Meri, and Chione who'd risen to depart. But Cedar knew now that Skyrah and Meri weren't exactly what they seemed and suddenly, though she wasn't upset at Chione at all, she was eyeing the departing woman with a wondering thought as to whether she held similar secrets as well! "Bloody magical feckin' elves," she murmured, quiet enough though not so quiet as to be unheard entirely. "Weel an' if nothin' else at least they've no' tha sun shining out their arses, eh?" The fae had begun to pull out a chair, with the thought in mind of sinking into it to relax -- but no sooner was it pulled back then Arad spoke and .... well ... where the words of the others had reinforced and lightened Cedar's mood - the Treasurer's made her downright beam. "Bu' a'course, sirrah!" she said to him with her dimpling smile. "D'ye jus' gi' me a moment ta gather me pack an' we mun head upstairs ta handle such business as ye
[2015/09/08 19:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): mean." Without bothering to push the chair back in she rushed around the table and back behind the counter. Once there, she tossed the crumpled agreement and quill both upon the counter, cast a brief glance to the darkly garbed man who rose and left, and set down her spear to grab up her pack.

[2015/09/08 19:06] /me Viveka looked to the one that had been in the corner, mostly unnoticed until now. Damnit, a new male about and she hadn't flirted with them yet! She was slacking! All in good time, however. She would nod to Skyrah with a smile. "We can head down now, if you like. I was hoping to get me a drink or two since I seem to be running a little low. Can't seem to leave for even a moment without things not getting handled!" She of course, was joking since she knew everyone was having issues with getting supplies in, and her tone would indicate that she wasn't being serious. "I am sure I have missed quite a bit that i need to be filled in on."
[2015/09/08 19:06] /me Viveka also heard Cedar's mutterings and just giggled at that.

[2015/09/08 19:07] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or nodded with a growing grin to Cedar, pushing himself out of his seat and elegantly walking about the table. "After you, my Lady." He announced in a near-sultry tone, indeed looking forward to get this coin off of his person, the Gold bars in his possession, and said bars locked up where he couldn't be mugged as easy. He too watched the dark figure leave, puffing away silently at his pipe and producing more sweet smoke before his hues flicked back on Cedar. They were completely surrounded by elves. It was an Elven village! how quaint! He almost wanted to take off his mask and his scarf, show off his white flowing hair and declare himself the Elven Taren, it was all so sweet! He shot a happy grin at Viveka, whom he hoped to get a chance to party with later once they reached the Crystal Skies.

[2015/09/08 19:14] ѕкץяαн ℓuиαзdgз (LilMia91): /me chuckled softly at Cedar "I may look elven but inside im..." though she caught herself before continuing her sentence. "Uh so Cedar ill speak to you soon about some things alright?" Watching Chione she looked to Arad, giving him a farewell nod before looking to Viveka "yes lets go shall we? haven't had you around to help me keep calm. Been way to stressed lately but I do have some good news to share with you." On her shoulder this whole time sat a small kitten that seemed to just snooze quietly with its head on its paws. "Y'all have a good evening" murmuring to the crowd before turning for the archway to leave.

[2015/09/08 19:14] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me backed up when she realized the two were talking, her eyes casting about and brows still furrowed slightly, though she'd been glad to see Cedar perk up so readily... Her somewhat bashful smile offered as she realized it might be a good idea to be sure that Ashes hadn't decided to go pay a visit to Damien while she was away. Dumb blond would give away half the shop... "I'll see you all later, let me know if I can help, hmm Cedar?" A smile offered to each in turn within, then placed the mug to the table before her and slipped back out the archway towards the back, that soft haunting hum on her breath once more and the vestiges of Magic in the air.

[2015/09/08 19:20] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): And just like that, her tavern cleared out. Seemed to be the way, rushes in and rushes out all in the same. Helg slumped against the bar with a sigh of relief, far too ready to start cleaning things up and call it a day after that Harbor Master chaos that had ensued. Cedar, rising and hefting her pack upon her shoulder, just grinned at Helga in a knowing way. "Aye, will do," she called over to Skyrah, another glance given the woman in the purple robed gown. But she'd little more of attention or focus to give to others as Arad was beckoning her to lead the way. "D'ye hae a guid eve, Merialeth," Cedar lilted, her voice moving with sweetness over the name. Then she skipped past the bar and past the Treasurer as well, heading for the entryway of the tavern and the stairs round the corner. We aren't really surprised that she skipped now are we? She's a fae, and it's a matter of gold!

[2015/09/08 19:21] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or followed after the woman with just as feminine of a near prance, though keeping his feet firmly on the ground, deciding to sway his hips a little as he followed after.. Probably not helping, considering where they were heading.

[2015/09/08 19:23] /me Viveka clutched her hands over her heart and stumbled back dramatically. "And here I thought that you all loved me for my sparkling wit and charming personality! And come to find out, I am just your zen!" She laughed and stopped her antics, standing back upright and returning the smile to Arad as he was going to speak with Cedar. "Let us be gone then since the party seems to have left!"

[2015/09/08 19:23] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): /me flicked a quick glance back, knowing full well what name she'd given Cedar, and to hear her full one teasing off the Fae's lips startled her, the faint blush on her cheeks as she replayed it in her head with Cedar's tones and couldn't help the small smile. Her chin dipping slightly to her chest, the hum paused for the briefest of moments then restarting as she stepped out of sight...

[2015/09/08 19:30] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): Once up the stairs and the door opened, Cedar passed through the doorway with a hand lifted to tease through red crystals that were draped above the door. "Welcome ta me humble hidden corner o' tha world," she said in an amused and playful way. "Dint hae it werkin' jus' yet but this be where sin an' devilry will happen, aye?" Which was fitting to Cedar, to handle the trade of riches in this room. A room that was rather richly done up as well. Well, rich for a tavern and the whores it would soon hold. Moving through the room, she settled herself down on one of the sofas and pulled off her pack to let it rest on the table before her. "Aye then. I'd brough' tha three o' which I told ye."

[2015/09/08 19:36] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or entered the room after Cedar, looking about at the crystals for a moment before politely shutting the door behind him. He released a puff of smoke in the air, his eyes scanning the cozy albeit slightly purposeful room before they dropped to the much shorter Cedar, putting some weight on his left foot so his lip pushed out a little. "Lovely my dear. Absolutely wonderful. Yes, indeed, and I have the coin promised. I did some calculations for the Island's current worth and transfer." He explained, pulling out the substantial pouch. "85 Gold coins, quite the amount. Enough to buy yourself a full Dragon Scale armor set, if you ever come across scales... Or Wyvern bone! Indeed, a good fortune!" Even if it was slightly below the global trade, he had to make considerations in place with how the island was off course. He opened the pouch, revealing the glimmer of the pale yellow inside, and pulling out one of the coins to hold up for her to see. He was used to dealing with the materia
[2015/09/08 19:36] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: the way he smoked casually without much effort while holding such. Most men would faint to hold so much gold in their possession at any given time... Or give their lives to do so.

[2015/09/08 19:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me leaned forward, no small amount of greed and adoration apparent within the fae as the amount of gold was mentioned. Not that she had any real need or use for the stuff? Call it a holdover from her days as human. Cedar just called it smart to be wealthy and - what with most of her riches off the isle and little care to gather them here, she'd rather start a new fortune where she was. In all likelihood Cedar had several fortunes scattered about the world for just that same reason. "Verra guid. Tha amount is less than I'd hae thought but no' sae much so tha' I'd think ye did me false, sirrah. I expect ye've yer reasons fer tha price ye've put tagether an' I'll thank ye, I will." The fae smiled sweetly at Arad, not even saying anything this time about his state of partial undress -- though she once again did NOT look anywhere save his face!! No, this was a time for happy exchange for which they both seemed eager and so Cedar pulled back the flap of her pack to pull out the bars. "One ... twa ...
[2015/09/08 19:44] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): three," she counted. "As promised, aye?" These were set in a pile on the table before Cedar settled back against the couch.

[2015/09/08 19:52] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or smiled at the woman, nodding his head in agreement. "You are right to expect more, my dear, and truth is I wish I was able to be confident with such, but until the Island returns to its original course and imports come back in, allowing us to bring in more coin for the land, I'm afraid all trade will have to be made a bit prudely." He said with a bit of a solemn tone. It was pretty depressing, to be honest. It meant that he couldn't get the things he wanted, and he would be sitting on the gold until he could send it off. A lot of things depended on the ships coming in and out, and with less doing so.. Well, it hurts his pockets, though compared to the average civilian, this was a lie. He handed her the large pouch, dropping the coin he presented in with the others, before moving over to the bars and beginning to pick them up. "It was good of you to not sign that contract, by the by." He commented, stuffing the bars one by one into his robes. "She was horribly rude and forcing
[2015/09/08 19:52] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or: cause.. Without education on specifics."
[2015/09/08 19:52] Alleo (Alecksin Avora): you into debt without you being the cause* ))

[2015/09/08 20:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me handled the bag of coin handed to her with a sense of reverant delight that could almost be felt, radiating from the fae in near tangible waves. "Aye ... tha' makes sense an' yer wise ta cosinder such in yer dealin's, me lord. A'ways nice ta do business wi' one as kens their means an' has sense o' how thin's mun work." There was a moment where Cedar set the bag on her lap and dove both hands into it just to feel the play of gold coins along her skin. While not an erotic demonstration by any means it was pure tactile sensation that both affirmed and reveled in her newly acquired wealth. Doing so, she lifted another smile up to the Treasurer, looking for all the world like a child given their very favorite new toy. And her smile only grew with what he said to her next, head nodding and even her small pointed ears perking a bit. "Tha's kind o' ye ta say so, sirrah. There's a large bit o' rudeness an' extortion besides tha' I can handle. All part o' business after all. But I'm no' sae daft as ta be
[2015/09/08 20:01] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): signin' away in agreement to somat as I dint ken tha particulars, aye?" Cedar sighed though, for all that she wore smiles and had her small hands full of gold. And with her sigh came a faint shake of her head. "Jus' had wanted me whiskey an' rum fer tha tavern. Supposen mun make do fer now an' hope tha ships come ta port an' tha' Harbor Master gets her heid clear afore I run out o' other thin's as weel."

[2015/09/08 20:11] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or turned over to Cedar after he was done, his expression one of compassion as his smile remained firmly. "Thank you for the compliments. I do my best to ensure the Island is well taken care of." He admitted. It was his greatest project, its inhabitants, his latest treasures to be added to his hoard... So long as no one got bluntly in the way of such. "But on the second point, I humbly disagree, my dear. Rudeness is unnecessary. Even when with an enemy, one should try to be on their best behavior. No need to lower yourself to dirt in order to get something, even if that something is extorted, hmm?" He sang in a jolly tone. "I am sure that all will be well. I will speak to my Mother and see what I can do to get your shipments in and around the Harbor Master and her contracts, at least for a little while until you two can come to an even understanding. Until then, I believe I have a meeting with a certain someone!" He purred, beginning to face the door. "Will I be seeing you soon?"

[2015/09/08 20:16] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): /me didn't brush Arad's words off right at once. No ... while it was clear they were of an opinion differing from hers, she listened with an attentiveness she gave anything she learned or studied. His thoughts on the subject were thus tucked away within the recesses of Cedar's too sharp mind, where she'd dwell upon them later - some time when not busy with handfuls of gold. But she smiled, all the more so for his talk of seeking to assist her for a time, and set the purse of gold aside and rose. "Tha's verra kind o' ye, me lord," she lilted to him in a quiet and meaningful way. "Even if yer no' able ... it still be a kind act, aye? But aye, ye'll be seein' me about. I've tha tavern after all, an' I dint mean ta leave it." Then she gestured towards him with a movement of her chin. "Do let me know if'n ye hae a need a'tall fer anymore gold." By which she obviously didn't mean coins! "Hae a guid eve, sirrah."

[2015/09/08 20:21] /me Aradhelon Malethlhl Mont D'or tilted his head and then gave a traditional bow of his head. "Of course. Farewell, Lady Cedar." He replied, before turning with a happy gait, opening the door, and exiting down the stairs. Now to deliver the gold to the Village's Coffers, and then make his way to the Crystal Skies!

While discussing the upcoming trip with Meri, Cedar sat down to craft a mixture of tattoo ink, enspelled with Future's Defense, as requested by Ella.


[13:49] When Cedar came back upstairs from the tavern it was with a rather large bone in her hand. It'd come from some beast, that much was clear, for the size was too large to belong to any of the races that lived on the isle, larger even than what would work for a crinos or minotaur or troll. Comically, though she didn't seem to think it so, she had it propped upon her shoulder to make carrying the unwieldy thing easier for her. And she went directly to the portion of the room she and Cailean had claimed, resting it beside the trunk in there - there's and filled with things they'd brought for their stay. After, she opened the trunk itself and rummaged around a few moments. Eventually, having found what she needed, she returned to the common area of the rooms, and sat a mortar, pestle, a few jars, and odds and ends on the table before walking around it to take a seat.

[13:52] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) peeked her head up, having just settled to the sofa herself, the latest book in her menagerie of accoutrements she'd brought with her. Her quiet "Good day Cedar.. I hope all's well?" As much as it could be of course, but old habits died hard, and even now, she'd still glance over Cedar's features briefly as if to assure herself that the Fae was at least intact, before dropping her gaze to the items she'd brought to the table. Her own book closed and though she'd peek with polite interest, she'd not pry. Cedar'd explain if she wanted to, of course.

[13:59] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) sat more towards the edge of the couch, so that it'd be an easier thing to do her work. She smiled towards Meri, with a lilted, "Guid morn," then nodded - today had been a good day after all. At least, so far. Opening a few of the jars, Cedar began to mix the contents together. One fo the contents, it would soon become clear, was simple ash and coal to turn the mixture dark. The other parts seemed to be plant matter of various types, held within jars for the fact they were almost like unto a paste. "I'd boilt these afore, aye?" she said conversationally to Meri. "Ye mun boil them guid, several times ower, then strain away any o' tha bits as be left."

[14:06] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded with interest, her eyes picking out the contents as they were revealed, the faint sniff to the air to note any scents to help identify as Cedar went along. "I'm glad to hear it..." She'd murmur, her soft smile lighting her features. Every little bit of 'good' she could get? She'd take, happily... The moment's pause as she perused the work being spoken of and done, brows furrowing slightly as she watched quietly, the tilt of her head as it slowly became clear at least a hint of what Cedar planned. book settled beside her as she curled into the sofa, the warm furs and hides covering it teasing against her feathers with a faintly veiled chuckle on her breath. It kinda tickled. She'd quickly sober though, the hint of color in her cheeks as she nodded towards them and inquired "I brought some of my own things, and I have others at the shop of course, if you run low." Though that reminded her of the upcoming trip, her lips parting to speak on it then falling silent again - after Cedar was done,
[14:06] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): then she'd bring it up.

[14:14] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) was making a paste. If the matter from the jars had been bordering on pastelike before, what was being created with her moartar and pestle was clearly a paste by the end. One that was dark of color and not particularly pleasing of fragrance, but Cedar smiled despite that, as though pleased with what she saw. "Am thinkin' we mun make our trip in tha next day or so, aye?" she said as she pulled the bowl towards her and leaned back. "Migh' no' be verra wise ta wait much longer. I'm afeared ta e'en see how much o' tha Blackness has spread since we were there yester'n as i'tis." This time, as Cedar mixed she seemed to begin to pool magic, and Meri might realise it was not of her own but the contents she mixed. Magical components held within the bowl's paste then, it would seem, and Cedar was pulling their strands together for a desired effect.

[14:21] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) could feel the hint of Magic in the air, her eyes fluttering closed a moment, lips curving in a gentle smile as she bite down on her tongue -not- to hum along, not willing to risk damaging by accident what Cedar was doing. Her smile warming though as she poke, a slight dip of her head and letting the traces just tease against her, she'd dash a look over to Cedar and nod in accordance "The soon the better, agreed. I'd prefer to go tonight or tomorrow if we can, either of the two... I worry as well, if we wait too long, what we might find on our return, I wanted to go fly over the Forest again this morning, but - the wind is getting colder and it ... it's almost like it seeps into my wings. I've never felt the like before."

[14:32] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) could only frown, despite how pleased she was now with the mixture, and despite the new addition of wyvern bone she'd recieved earlier today. The small moments of happiness the fae could gather seemed in short supply and too thin for the troubles the isle and bore, and in truth the Cailean was the only reason Cedar stayed. Cailean couldn't disappear from this wretched isle like Cedar or Merialeth could. And though he'd actually pleaded with her to go until things had grown better, she'd refused to leave him here alone. Shaking her head, Cedar loosed a breath meant to help her relax and returned her attention to the mixture instead. The feel of magic grew more potent as time passed, the strands of the magic from the mixture she worked on, weaving together in a more cohesive way. There was a glow, soft and subtle, that began to skim along the paste as well, and seeing it, Cedar nodded, mostly to herself. "Then we mun leave tanigh' aye? It'd be a tirin' trip jus' ta get there. Can find us a room an' rest
[14:32] afore headin' ta market."

[14:37] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded in full agreement "We're decided then... I don't have any idea of the weather, but I'd guess it's still somewhat warmer than here, yes?" The cold seeping into the Isle and cloying the air couldn't be the usual? Her eyes drifted back as Cedar's work continued, the fading smile as she furrowed her brows and pondered just exactly how this was going to go... and realizing she had no bloody clue at all. The glow of Magic though, that seemed to soothe her, at least one thing going a'right, and Meri's lips curved into a faint smile as the hint of it in the air, grew.

[14:45] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) shrugged. The player actually didn't know what the weather would be like there, but considering it's farmlands and such, she'd assume it's at least not colder? "Jus' think," the fae murmured though with a bit of wistfulness entering her tone. "Can hae a Kig's Krust again. Mmmm ..." Cedar and her love for sweet pastries was never happier than when she'd a honeymead and a Kig's Krust from Kigery in her hands. She could envision already that warm roll with cinnamon and applebutter slathered atop -- and then the fae started, and looked down at her mixture to make sure she hadn't accidentally begun to craft something strange and sweet but no good for a tatoo. Apparently reassured by whatever she saw, Cedar slumped back against the sofa again, and now that the mixture seemed almost completely, she pushed a small bit of her own mana into it to seal the desired effect.

[14:49] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) tilted her head, of course having no clue what Cedar'd been talking about, though the soft purr of laughter teased at her breath "Whatever it is, it seems quite... delicious? I look forward to trying one..." Meri wasn't above sweets by any stretch, she just... didn't often think of them, but - Cedar's obvious delight, and the jolting out of her memories made Meri grin just a hair before she'd quickly school her expression and nod most seriously. The rush of Magic as she 'pushed' into the mix was not lost on her either and Meri'd inhale subconsciously as if waiting to feel that it had taken, and all was well. Peering over at the mix, then back to Cedar, she'd finally give in and inquire "So what's that for, anyway?" Her voice quiet, and polite as always, but her curiosity perking into her tones.

[14:54] It settled, the weave secure in place, and Cedar leaned forward again in how she sat. "It be fer tha Warden Ella, aye?" she answered, reaching for an empty jar. Slow and meticulous to ensure nothing was spilled, the fae poured the contents of her mixture within. "She asked me a bit ago fer a means ta be inked wi' tha Future's Defense, an' jus' last eve she'd gi'en me payment." Setting the top on the jar and closing it shut, Cedar turned to Meri with a grin. "Aye they be verra guid, lass. Ye'll see." Or so Cedar hoped. She wasn't entirely certain the madness of destruction going on here wouldn't be found in other parts of the world!

Finishing up with enspelling the inks Ella requested, Cedar pulled out her tome on Lesser Summons and skimmed through it while discussing binding of another with Meri

[15:17] Standing, Cedar didn't comment on the murmured words Meri spoke. They could have been meant for any number of things, and all of the ideas Cedar had were equally pressing. Instead, she spent some time putting away the things she'd pulled out, though the jar of enspelled inks remained on the table. A moment was taken where she stepped out of the room, to rinse the mortar and pestle and wipe them clean. But when all was said and done, and her goods and items replaced in the chest, Cedar returned to the sofa with the book she'd gotten from Merialeth. "Ye said ye'd kent a bit abou' tha bindin' spells, Meri?" she asked, lowering herself back onto the couch. She set the book on her lap and flipped it open, half her mind turned to the pages within and the other half Meri.

[15:25] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) watched her move about til she'd stepped out of sight, then plucked up her own book to nestle into her lap again. The question met with a tip of her head then nod, the faint flutter in her belly as she dashed a smile over, "I do, a little yes..." Her momentary hesitation between her history and the 'academics' of it all, though she'd nod towards the book that Cedar now held. "That's a good resource, though - a lot, well - I'd think is rather common sense. Ensuring your circle is pristine, that you have everything in place before hand. The slightest mistake, and it can all go wrong." And by wrong, she meant deadly, or... well worse. Nothing like trying to summon something under -your- control, only to end up being the one controlled, if you're lucky. "I heard some horror stories when I was in my schooling.." The rustle of her wings as she shuddered, then tugged them tight against her in memory. "I think you'll be fine though, you have a good head on your shoulders, and... likely a better look
[15:25] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): into it than most?"

[15:31] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded faintly, for it was true. She /did/ have a better insight into spectres and ghosts than most. But would it be helpful to Cedar? Or only a hinderance in what she wished to achieve? It was all connected in some way, the fae knew, but the question was if the connection was in opposition or similarity and she was uncertain on that. Glancing to the book on her lap and flipping a page, she thought over what Meri said, and then shuddered, very slightly, but there. It hadn't at all occurred to her that she'd have to drawn a circle to summon the spirit and bind it to her. "I dint like circles," she muttered with a frown that appeared. "Tha' be tha only way though?" She sounded hopeful, as if Meri would tell her some secret recipe for what she sought to do. But Cedar already knew the answer was no.

[15:37] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) honestly hadn't even clicked on the circe thing where it came to Cedar herself, but the realization and notice of the shudder, made Meri dip her head the tiniest amount. Ah, so it -was- like that... Her lips curving faintly as she smiled softly and murmured, knowing there was no way to perfect her accent, and not offering it in a mocking way, more the seriousness of such "Aye, ye mun... I'm sorry, Cedar." Her fingers tightening on her own pages, the faint smile fleeting and fading as she considered then nodded once more. There just... wasn't any way around it. "It's for your own safety as much as anything else, though I realize that likely doesn't help. perhaps someone else could draw the circle itself, but you'd have to trust them implicitly... it'd be your Magic and your skill to imbue it, but - I can't think of a single person I'd trust." It wasn't a slam on Cedar, just the plain truth that it was too important to risk a soul on.

[16:09] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) would draw the circle, if that's what was required. She'd even line it with salt to keep the spectre within as much as it would keep her out. It was just the remembrance of times, though few and far between, that she herself had found herself thus summoned, a thing she hadn't enjoyed at all. Lucky for her, Cedar had control of her own soul and without the knowledge of her True Name, she hadn't been able to be bound. Still, it was enough to cause Cedar to sigh, nodding at Meri's explanation of things. Another flip of the page so she could begin to skim another, Cedar read a few moments before speaking again. "I'd no' trust another either, aye? It be twa large a thin' to entrust aside from meself. There be no one better'n me if tha task is ta be exactin'."

[16:12] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nods and was glad she hadn't taken offense. Her own book opened and perused as she murmurs "I understand entirely..." Her thoughts trailing off along with her words, she dashes a look over with a fading smile then murmurs "It's a heavy thing, trusting another with your soul..." then let it stand at that, and dipped her head to study again.

All their preparations for their journey as done as they can be, Cedar and Merialeth prepare a shared Spatial Step spell and set forth for Kigery.


[19:03] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had changed, had her moment with Cailean, given him reminders and made sure he was prepared as best she could. She'd packed a bag with things she thought important, and then headed across the isle to the magic shop to find Merialeth. When she arrived, she did so with a look at once somber and apprehensive. She didn't know what they'd find outside the isle nor more what they'd find when they got back. A glance given to Damien, who blinked at Cedar for the way she was dressed was not her usual sort of attire. Then Cedar lilted out, "Am lookin' fer Merialeth," with an arch of a brow.

[19:10] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) flicked a glance up at the sound of the door, of course nothing else betrayed Cedar's entrance other than perhaps the bag that might have it's own smells. Her eyes darting down as Damien nudged his head upwards "She's up there..." then turned his head about to call up when Meri'd catch sight of her. "I'll be right down..." Her brows furrowed, the book she'd been writing in, instead of reading for once, carefully closed after a few more words scribbled within. The soft hum of Magic on the air as she sealed it then nestled it within her desk before unlacing her legs from beneath her and lifted to her feet. Her gaze flicking about the loft before plucking up one folded page and heading downstairs. She'd pass it to Damien with a small smile "Be careful, take care of yourself, don't let anyone push you around eh? I'll be back tomorrow..." Hopefully "Hang on to this." It was her directions for him while she was gone. Her own pack tugged free of the corner nearby, her bow and quiver put in their usual
[19:10] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): places, then gave a faint smile to Cedar "Shall we?"

[19:17] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) definitely had her bow and arrow too! It just you know, didn't sit in the usual place since she had a backpack on! Anyway, Cedar watched the clerk as Meri came down and handed him the folded note. Then she smiled towards Meri and gave a nod. "Aye then." Turning, she pulled the door back open -- she hadn't any idea where they'd cast their spell, but such a thing like that was likely better not done indoors. Stepping outside, she waited for the elf and once the door fell shut behind Meri as well, Cedar asked, "Where to then?"

[19:21] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) watched as Damien just kind of gripped the note, his head dipping and a look of unusual concern crossed his face. "Be careful, Merialeth." She'd offer a slight smile and nod and pushed at his shoulder "It'll all be fine.. It'll be an adventure, eh?" Holding that smile on her lips then heading out the door behind Cedar, and only then letting her too-bright expression drop as she'd glance about them, then motion towards the back of the shop and the sight of the cliffs beyond... It was a nice clear open area, and the sound of the surf below, had always calmed her. "I think this will work, easy enough in both our minds for the trip back, yes?"

[19:27] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) turned in the direction Meri gestured and headed towards the back of the shoppe. She'd never found cause to head back there before but she could understand the appeal of the place once she had. It was soothing and filled with an idea of peace - on the edge of the isle with the surf below. Cedar smiled and gave the elf a nod. "Aye, do think as it will be fine," she lilted.

[19:32] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) felt a hint of peace tease through her as she glanced about them, the smile slowly returning to her features as she nodded to Cedar. "Whenever you're ready..." Her voice soft, and slightly strained, the soft hum rising in the back of her throat as she pooled her thoughts, and the hint of Magic about them. Her eyes flicking to Cedar in the looming darkness and waited for her to start her portion of the spell for Meri to follow along.

[19:39] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) took another breath and let it go before she nodded again and turned to face the water. Kigery was the place she wished to take them. Kigery, a place she thought lovely enough for a city of sorts. And that they stood on the water's edge now and could hear the lapping of the waves did indeed help bring the idea of the port city to mind. Closing her eyes, Cedar tried to envision the wharf and the ships that were docked along it, the buildings of stone and the crowd along the streets. For now, for this moment, she only focused on building the idea of the place in her mind and solidifying it there. As she did so, she lifted her arms with hands held aloft before her. Those hands served as the focus for her mana's draw and from them she would build her portal. Swiftly, the magic gathered along her palms and burned with a brightness and ethereal color that belied the nature of the magic Cedar wielded. She let the wash of gathering magic sweep along her form, like another brush of a wind so similar to the wind
[19:39] that came from the water below, and let herself see the streets of Kigery in the center of her mind.

[19:43] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) had done this once before... but this time was totally different, she couldn't 'see' where she was going, and it... scared her a little. But she trusted Cedar, had to, they both had too much hanging on this, and so all she could do, was start her own casting, the energy growing between her hands, and as it was Cedar that was leading, offered her Magic to strengthen the portal, letting her Song lift and tease along the air, the sounds of the surf and winds, clean here on the far side of the Isle. Meri'd cling to that, her hopes and wishes funnelling into Cedar's portal, hopefully to allow her to piggyback as it were. The unknown looming before her, but - it'd be quite the ride...

[19:51] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had a moment of struggle to retain her focus with Meri's song adrift on the air. She'd known it would be coming, of course, for she was no stranger to the way the avariel cast her magic. Yet it wasn't a component that Cedar used herself and she faltered a moment, feeling as if the idea of the port city was slipping away. Steeling herself with a grit of her teeth, Cedar worked to bring the image of Kigery back to the center of her mind. As well, was the whelming of additive magic from Meri, and this she broadened the stance of her hands to allow. Slowly, a portal began to form before the small fae's hands, the blooming of magic before her a mixture of Meri's mana as well as her own. And as she wove the ribbons of the mana about each other, she drew her mind through the port city to the idea of a Tavern she had once enjoyed. It was there that Cedar had held her moment of love for the pastries she'd explained to Merialeth earlier in the day. And it was a place as good as any to set their destination for.
[19:51] She thought of the aroma's of the sweet treat she had come to adore, and she thought of the flavors of their reknown honeymead. She thought of the sounds of joviality and bustle the tavern had held and she fixed her mind's eye to the side of the road that ran before it. Each of these details and more were used to interlock the portal's magic into place. Each of these memories and yet more still were used to line the ribbons of their mana together to pave the way. And when she felt as though she'd the location central within the spell and not merely her own mind, Cedar let her eyes open, the portal hanging before them in place.

[19:59] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) felt Cedar's Magic waver, the softening of her Song and strengthening of the Magic instead, the slight blush of color in her cheeks as she glanced aside at Cedar and realized she'd been the cause. Her eyes fluttering closed, the image of the growing portal before them felt as much as seen, and Meri'd almost break off her own Song in the sudden scents and sounds that assailed her from the far side of the Portal as it came into being. Her eyes snapping open as she realized it wasn't her imagination, but the Portal itself, and her gaze darted to Cedar once more as it solidified and stabilized. The unwitting crow of delight on her lips and delight in her features to see the wealth of newness just beyond them before realizing, it'd likely be a good thing to get her arse through it... fast. "Should... I?" Nodding towards the glowing circle and back to Cedar. The other had closed as soon as he'd gone through it, and she didn't want to be left behind.

[20:02] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) 's hands remained outstretched, uncertain if she lowered them if the portal would vanish. She felt the weight of the cost of the magic deep within her, similar to that which it'd cost to heal another and with a moment of reflection considered the depth of the miraculous both of those spells were. Shaking her head at Meri's words, Cedar instead said, "Take me hand lass, an' we'll go tagether." In truth, she'd no idea how such was done. She hadn't ever taken another through the portal with her before. But she imagined it wouldn't be much different than taking another into the spirit's world, and if so, the connection between them would be required. Her hands remained aloft, holding the portal open, and only after Merialeth fit a hand to one of hers would the fae begin to move, stepping through it.

[20:08] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded and offered a faint smile, the understanding clear in her gaze as the rush of Magic pulled at her. She let her hand lift and fingers entwine in Cedar's with a soft murmur of "It's rocky once you get through... but only for a moment..." Likely the only hint she'd give that Meri'd done this before. "It's kinda easier if you don't look." She'd held his hand then too, but - it had been different then, than now, and her smile faded ever so slightly in remembrance, then closed her eyes and as Cedar stepped forward, so did she, her fingers gripping Cedar's and the hilt of her sword in her other hand. The fleeting thought of 'here we go!'

Wherein Cedar spends the afternoon contemplating Lesser Summons and practicing the preparations for the spell - which just might be the most demanding spell she seeks to learn.

[13:58] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had the spell tome she'd purchased from Meri open, marked, and resting on the floor. She'd gathered too some chalk she'd put together, as well as salt and coal, and they rested in a bowl besides the tome. But the fae herself was standing, staring at the floor before her booted feet, with a look quite pensive that stole her face. She'd read the tome, and held discussion, and she knew the reasons she wished to try -- but the question Cedar struggled with at present was if it was something she should truly attempt to endeavor in the end. She was not so unlike the spectres she sought to bind to her own will. And she knew how she would feel is such were done to her, that she meant to do another. Did it make it different at all? The fact that she yet lived? Did it make it mean more to her to not be so bound, and any less to them?

[14:08] But that was the thing about magic, was it not? So much opportunity and chance for one to do things miraculous to behold, and powerful in unnatural ways. And yet always, she felt a moral dilemma arose somehow around each idea along the way. What was better and when, for whom? Was it good enough to do such simply because it was better for her alone? And what of the ways in which the things cast of magic affected others in displeasing ways? Was it right or wrong? And from whose perspective? And would it have been better cast or not in the end? Sighing, and with a hand lifted to rub the bridge of her nose, the fae shook her head as if to clear it, shuffling up the thoughts within. Then she stooped, her body low to the ground near that which she'd gathered together - she knew she meant to learn this spell, so the moral questions did not truly matter and she would waste no more time on them.

[15:08] "Aye then," the fae muttered, like a vague prayer held under her breath. She pulled the tome a little closer and traced her finger along the patterns on the page as she worked them into memory yet again. Soon, her other hand reached for chalk and Cedar turned, preparing to draw those same patterns on the floor. She began to hum. It was not the magic laden sounds that Merialeth was known to sing, but a sound of comfort, soothing to the fae who hated the very circles she meant to outline on the floor. The circle itself, was drawn, wiped clean, and drawn again, the first attempt not felt to be exact enough for such a thing. She grimaced, wondering how much might go wrong if the simplest part of the patterns was so easy to mess up. Shaking her head, Cedar looked to the tome again, this time with an eye for the parts of the pattern that came to rest within the circle's border. Her body shifted, taking her to a different side of the circle, aligning her with where she knew was the direction from which t
[15:08] sun rose. And there, she began to draw again.

[15:29] These patterns were far more intricate and her attention to the detail, while exhausting, was meticulous. She was not new to the need to draw something as seen with exacting detail. It was a skill harbored and honed in her study and practice for alchemy, apothecary and healing works. That attention to detail, that steadiness of hand, they served her well in her endeavor. There were many parts of the pattern she had to draw, and many portions that were wiped clean and done over again. But over time, the circle's contents were drawn out in full and Cedar rested back on her heels with hands resting on her thighs as she looked the entirety of the patterns over with an all too critical eye.

[15:47] Satisfied, or at least satisfied enough for her first attempt, Cedar set the chalk aside and grabbed the bowl of salt. This she drew handfuls of, pouring it in equal measure about the circle's edge, limning the border with a thick line of salt that would serve to bind the spectre within. Unfortunately, Cedar also knew, it would serve to keep her out -- or perhaps that would be fortunate as well, for ensuring they could not get to each other until after the binding of the spell was set seemed a rather ideal thing. Slowly, Cedar stood and looked down upon the ritual circle she'd cast. It was void of magic for the moment. She knew that when she felt ready to attempt the spell in full she would be pouring mana into the circle as she drew it upon the floor. But for now, small steps to practice and prepare, making herself more ready for the day she would give it a try. For the sight she looked upon, and the comparison of it to the sketches within the tome, Cedar felt satisfied enough with the result that
[15:47] she did not feel the need to do it all over. And so began to the equally tedious process of cleaning everything up, which Cedar handled as meticulously as she had the rest.

Taking seeds to the Wardens' Keep, Cedar talks over many things with Cailean, but the portion of the RP used here, is that of Cedar enspelling Nature's Bounty.

[19:24] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded as well. "Canna hurt, d'ye wish ta pack us." It simply wasn't the sort of thing she generally thought of -- for if her stays were lengthened, she took to her wolven form in the end. This time, Cedar supposed, would be different in that regard. For she generally did not have another traveler with her. "Cailean," she said, her voice grown thoughtful though she stooped beside a planter to rest the pack she brought upon the ground. "Dependin' ... dependin' on wha' goes on in there - cuid be that I hae ta shift. I dint /think/ as that my wolf wuid scare ye but ... ye've no' seen it yet. Do know tha' I'd no' hurt ye. 'Tis only that ... well, I'm far stronger as it. Especially among tha spirits. It be tha form as made fer wresting wi' them, ye ken?" She offered him a timid smile, for the topic was one she didn't quite know how to tread. 'How to explain the wolven aspects of your death dealing self to your intended' was not a course common among young girls! And after she smiled, the fae looked to the
[19:24] pack, pulled out a handful of seeds of one type and began to plant them in the planter's soil.

[19:45] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Well, see, most young girls with death dealing true-selves would've likedly not attempted to try until after the vows were said; wasn't that the usual way of things? 'course most young lasses would've also tried to tell a man she was virginal too, though Cedar was far, far, far from a young girl. At any rate, he headed over to the fireplace for the kitchen, grabbed a poker, and then walked back to the box that Cedar wasn't working on, poking the soil and turning it over and such to help get air into it. "Well, so long as you don't think of me as a good meal, then," he shrugged. "Maybe it'd be best if you just.. did it.. when we got there. So I'd have time to get used to it -- and it'd be safer, aye? We'll just.." Cailean muttered something under his breath about having sex in the spirit realm some other time.

[19:52] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) heard the muttered words and for the idea, grinned. It was a rather wolfish grin that she turned to Cailean, not impish like she generally held, but the glint of amusement in her eye held also interest for him to see. "P'rhaps we mun do jus' that, aye? Afore I shift ta keep us safe. Do think as that be somat I've no' done yet an' seems a mighty fine idea." She nodded in approval -- well, it wasn't for the idea she spoke of but the fact he was turning the other planter's soil. Once done with the seeds she placed in this, she reached to grab a different sort and then shifted to the planter where he worked, settling seeds in it.

[20:04] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): At first, Cailean couldn't believe she'd heard him. Then he couldn't believe that she'd be game for the idea. Finally, he couldn't believe that, aye, well, it'd be something that'd actually /happen/. Of course that was yet to be proven, but--.. he looked to her with equal parts affection and desire, moving over to wrap an arm around her, pulling her so that she stood between him and the planter. "I'm not sure I can wait that long though," he told her, lowering his voice to something conspiratory and scandalous. He grinned and kissed her behind the ear.

[20:09] Of course she'd heard him. Fae, wolf, it's the ears, ye ken? And she could see the different shades of incredulity and disbelief spring along his face. It made her grin more though, and she set to her task with the seeds and soil, a quiet tune hummed along her breath. When his arm came round her however, and he placed himself behind her, shifting her she was penned between him and the planter, the humming faltered a little, if only for the shiver the pressed kiss and his nearness caused. "Mmm?" she murmured, the smile she wore beginning to let dimples show. "Whate'er will ye do then, lad? Fer it be an awful lot o' hours till mornin'." Finished, Cedar rose and lifted her pack to take along. She slipped from Cailean's grasp then and moved to the other planters throughout the keep - at each one planting seeds within the soil, different types for different planters but the process was much the same.

[20:14] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): Ah, but Cailean wasn't about to let his prey go so easily. He chased her on after to the next planter, this time laying his arm across her chest and holding her tightly so she couldn't just slip away without any struggle. "The Keep's awfully big, a couple people unfamiliar with it could end up getting lost in it and finding somewhere nice and quiet," he grinned, reaching up to cup one of her breasts while turning so that any wardens that happened to just walk in or by would just see his back. "Wouldn't be a hard thing to do, little tree," he teased.

[20:28] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) couldn't help the bit of laughter that escaped her when Cailean chased after her as he did. It was too lighthearted, too fae, for Cedar not to laugh and though she tried to quell it it slipped to giggles when he wrapped his arm around her again. Then she sighed, a shiver passing over her for the caress of his hand along her breast, and without really thinking that she did, she pressed back to rub herself against him where they stood. "But ye mun be hard if'n we're ta do it, Cailean. Yer no' guid otherwise." She laughed again, then forced herself to focus on the planters. The seeds all set within the soil it was only a matter now of magic. At least she already knew the seeds were good, despite the threat they'd be spoiled. She'd tried this already for them three above the tavern and the seeds had give double bounty. "Aye then," she murmured, centering herself as best she could. She raised her hands to hold before her and let her eyes drift shut, gathering the mana to her.

[20:31] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): All she'd had to say was that he'd needed to be hard and he'd felt a swelling in his loins. Yet jests aside, despite the troubling times they'd found themselves in, Cailean'd felt lighthearted for them. He worried, aye, and he'd always, but it wasn't so bad. Cedar'd done that and he couldn't help but feel as if slowly, her end of the bargain was being fulfilled. Yet when she began to gather herself, he stood back, not wanting to interrupt her any and cause--.. gods, he didn't know what would happen if she botched this.

[20:35] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) hadn't missed the way he'd begun to swell, pressed behind her as he was. There was a smile for it, still lingering along her lips even after he'd stepped away. But for now, her mind was turned towards her magic, as hands began their ethereal glow. The magic spread from her fingers and swept along the stone floor of the keep, reaching, searching for the seeds she'd planted. She would have to cast the spell again, she knew, in order to grow those on the upper level. But for now she felt for the ones down here, the mana coming to settle in slow order upon each of the planter's soil.

[20:45] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) quietly moved backward until he was leaning near the sink, just watching as Cedar worked her magic. In truth, he didn't know what her motives were in assisting the wardens and feeding them, if it were for their cause or for a favor, or for a favor to be had -- or if he didn't remember at all. In either case, this would likely help the Warden's stay fighting fit for when shadelings did come. He shrugged inwardly and let himself watch the magic as it was performed in front of him, still uneasy with it, but finding it not so bad when it was Cedar. She was always a careful one.

[20:50] It was for none of those things, but rations. Which Cedar had told Cailean before. The food grown here was not simply for the Wardens but for them to keep under lock and key, against the hungry masses that would inevitably surge. It was for them to hand out rations to the isle, as the food to be found waned to nothing. And to ensure they did these things with rightness, Cedar came each day to grow more - never leaving the seeds here or bringing more than the day's worth along, and never growing too much at once, ensuring they could not simply take for themselves and be damned to the isle. It was only that Cedar and Cailean could not have fortified the rations like the wardens could. But still, distrustful in general as she was, the fae grew elsewise for them three. Now however, her spell was near to its end and this was where the magic in truth took hold. For this spell, Cedar murmured incantations, the lilting of them quietly spun and only after she felt each seed she'd planted in her magick's ho
[20:50] Then she began the words, words Cailean had likely heard the last few days as well, and as she spoke her magic focused and the seeds grew fast and swift, rising and pushing forth the soil, till they were matured, ready for harvest.

[20:54] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst): If nothing else, Cedar would have plenty of practice doing it. Cailean yawned, looking around the keep -- it was much nicer than the old guardhouse, though the new one that'd been built was much more--.. well. It was just much more in every respect, and he'd thought that if he'd maintained the role, well. He might've been able to make something of the guard when it'd had something impressive, rather than living in the shadow of the Keep built just about overhead. He sighed. Maybe he should join as Ella and Bradock asked.

[21:05] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) would have been supportive of Cailean joining - whether it was the Wardens or the Guard. But that was a different conversation and one they'd likely already had. For now, she focused on the magic and the growing of the plants. Stop too soon and they weren't ready for harvest. Stop too late and they were overripe. But she'd done this more than a few times before and at least once everyday since she'd returned. Still she kept her focus and felt through the magic, and when she thought it felt right she let her magic ebb. "Right ... All done then," she murmured, eyes drifting open and rubbing her hands along her skirt.

The daily grind of expending so much of her mana in her endeavor to keep the necessities supplied is starting to wear upon Cedar. And today is a practice in determination and powering through the demands of magic for on the heels of her daily casting, comes a woman grieviously wounded, requiring large measures and the casting of the healing spell to bring her from the brink of death.


[08:15] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) was making her rounds. Her daily rounds to check up on the little supplies that were left. Already, she'd done her bit of growing for her and Cailean and Meri. And already she'd gone through the Wardens' Keep and regrown a fresh stock of plants for them. The rations were being replenished and that was something she was happy to do -- but the fae was disheartened in no small measure that her earlier work was already destroyed. Who? she wondered in her angry mind. Who would burn the only food rations the isle had in supply? She shook her head, trying not to think of it and moved to the makeshift planters on the Infirmary's upper floor. Once there, Cedar closed her eyes and tried to draw her mind a blank. She lifted hands and outstretched them the planters way. Feeling, that was all this first bit was for -- feeling through her mana's touch, to find each seed that had been placed. It was like a routine now. The students knew that Cedar would come and when an herbal supply was used up they'd set the day's
[08:15] seeds that Cedar had left in place. (1/3)

[08:19] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) was tired, the daily grind of this routine slowly wearing her down. But she grit her teeth and pushed through and soon she felt each seed that had been newly planted and the promise of life it held. Now, the magic began to glow as it seeped from Cedar's hands. It spread like an ethereal light, lighting the path her mana took. It flowed and moved from the fae, filling each makeshift planter pot. The fae drew in a breath and focused her mind, grasping the hold upon her magic tighter as she guided each thread to its part. (2/3)

[08:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) had been found in the prior night by a wanderer, a man who walked the lands in disguise, perhaps to leave the island as the prey gets scarce, food and other supplies? One does not know, but seeing a woman in her blood in the forest had touched him in a way. He had brought her to the village infirmary, but only laid her aside and outside the door. The wounds are cluttered by sloughing, but still bleed somewhat - at the head under the hair, from the back where four deep claw marks show her rips even, and at the throat, though those bite marks are just scratches, aimed to perhaps choke her but stopped before that had happened. The man had vanished quickly, maybe to not be caught and considered the murderer of her. At last, perhaps, he throws a stone from a distance against or through a window, to signal those inside that someone's outside, and vanishes quickly in the ground fogs of the morning. Only weak moans, weak breathes come from the barbarian woman anymore, the body undercooled from the night
[08:23] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): outside.

[08:28] Though Cedar toiled over her repetitive spell above, there were a few students making their rounds below. One or two stood near Cedar, watching her cast the useful spell and taking notes in consideration of learning it themselves. But down below, the stone's throw was noticed and a student went to look out the window. And seeing the body laid upon the ground, a call went out to draw alarm and the student rushed to the Infirmary door. Cedar meanwhile finished her spell - and none too soon. For the sounds that came from below were distracting and she had only the werewithal to weave the spell's end. It was done however, and the Infirmary healers would find themselves with a fresh suppply of the most common herbs to heal and tend their patients with. And then Cedar turned and moved for the stairs herself, curious as to what went on below, making her way slowly down them just as a few students lifted the woman and brought her in. (3/3 Nature's Bounty)

[08:32] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) noticed not much from being carried, just the straining on her back which a student might have touched briefly to lift her before noticing the wound there. She had moaned in her unconsciousness. The back is fully bloody, as is the left half of the face from the wound above the ear. They had a hard time, the woman maybe not too heavy, but the armor as well as the blood covered sword the unconscious woman holds yet in her fist like a vise. Also, the woman is obviously undercooled, and pregnant in barely second trimester...

[08:41] When Cedar looked at the woman being carried within it was at first with curious and concerned eyes. But then the fae blinked - for while it would have been difficult to notice her pregnant state until the armor had been removed, Cedar's vision was slipping in her fatigue. It was slipping between this world and the next, her being one with them both, and where there should have been only one, Cedar saw more than one soul - and that drew the fae with a start. "She's wi' child," she said quite sudden to the students who, already being as tender as they could, grew suddenly more cautious and tender with their ward as they placed her on the bed. Being the only true healer present so early in the day on the isle, Cedar rushed to the bedside and looked the woman over, frowning more and more as she was told what parts of her wounded state had been noticed by the students. Before much longer, Cedar had the students rushing around - water heated, poultices being prepared, the woman rolled onto her side so all
[08:41] her wounds could be tended.

[08:48] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) groans weakly as she is being rolled, it breaks up a bit of the scab, not due to incompetence of the students, but because it was yet so new on the wounds. She had lost quite some blood in the forest with those wounds, yet she seems else strong and healthy - a folk that is used to suffer and live through various kinds of hardships. The eyelids begin to stir a bit, yet do not open so far. "No food...." she croaks silently, and the blade that hangs down from her fist and aside the bed twitches as if she wants to raise it to defend further against the garou.

[08:52] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had a gift for healing. She'd a healer's touch in the natural way. If ever there was a soul that needed bringing from the brink of death and none with magic to do it, Cedar was the one you sought out for she was about as miraculous in her endeavors. She'd begun to roll up her sleeves, preparing as well to set in -- only the fae then remembered. She'd learned the healing magic. She could heal the woman far more quickly if she wished to expend her mana yet again. But shoudl she? As gently as Cedar could, she began to was away grime and dirt. All the while the fae debated the chances and the need for the woman's state. But ... she was with child. And for Cedar, that decided the matter in the end. So once the wounds had been cleansed, the fae dropped the linen in a nearby bowl. She passed a glance to a nearby student, her expression grim, and the student nodded, hurrying off to put such scraps of food together as the infirmary could spare. "Poor lass," Cedar murmured, realising only then that she knew the
[08:52] woman. Then the fae snorted, an amused and wry sound. "Ye dint jus' go an' find yerself glory whilst ye be wi' child. Feckin' saft in tha heid." But Cedar wouldn't sound particularly mad. As it was she already began to let her thoughts drift away. She brought up a knee to the bed and lowered her body to sit closer, with eyes closing and hands that hovered just above the woman's skin, the feel of magic beginning to grow. (1/2)

[09:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) feels a distant warmth grow, one that feels somehow comfortable, even if not yet changing anything on her body. The sounds had changed, from the forest sounds to the words of sapient beings, comforting. The unconsciousness lessens on her as alone the inside of the infirmary house is already warmer than the cold, cursed forest where she had laid about most of the night in her blood. She cannot yet react to the words spoken, for that she is not yet close enough back in her own brain. The eyes not yet open though, she moves her lips again. "Slay.... wolf.... must..." She croaks, the pressure on her throat needs to be recovered from yet a bit to make her voice more normal again. Again she tries to lift the blade subconsciously, yet her arm does not obey to the will and so the tip just scratches over the floor a bit. A motion of the body, twitching the upper body in the try to get the blade up to defend herself against the - in her mind - yet surely present garou, sends a lance of pain through her body.
[09:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): Accompanied by a pained scream her eyes rip open, and soon later she looks about just bedazzled, not knowing where she is or what happened really. "White... Light!" she groans more silent again, seeing the light erupt from Cedar's hands, "Shaman!" And that, finally, makes her relax.

[09:08] When Shayra's body jerked and the woman screamed a student quickly flew to her side in an effort to help the barbarian woman settle. Concerned eyes lifted to Cedar's but Cedar merely looked at Shayra at instead - she'd already begun her healing magics and she hadn't the mana to spare to let herself grow distracted. Eventually, the fae's hands began to move where they hovered. Simple, strong patterns were drawn, the traces of her magic lingering along Shayra's skin as though it were a paint to mark its intent. "Aye lassie," Cedar lilted faintly. "Shaman." For she understood the term and its importance - there'd been one in her and her brother's pack. Though Cedar wasn't one exactly -- or at least, not yet. That that was the path of her being was clear and that it meant something to Shayra even more important. So as the woman relaxed, the fae chose her moment, and with the healing patterns to amplify her magic's purpose complete, she let her mana push forward, the spread of healing and restoration
[09:08] moving through the woman's form. (2/2 Cure Wounds; heals 2HP)

[09:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) relaxes indeed, fully, being in the hands of a shaman. Shamans are the only magicians she respects, honors, and would not slay - if she could - when using magic clear enough for her to understand. Magic is dishonorable for her, but the powers of shamans come from the ancestors, the most important spirits of the world, on level with the goddess for her or higher even. She had seen a shaman do something like this on wounded, so it must be from shamans, the other must be a shaman. Shaman and tavern owner, one of the best combinations in the world! Then the light goes into her, and the wounds on her back close, on her head close, leaving not even a scar there - sad but no chance to reject that little drawback really. A bit of inner bleeding, bruises from the prior day's battle, remain, to heal over time. "Shayra fight big wolf twoleg... slash heavy... fought long... with all had..." She croaks weakly, her entire body, though not in pain anymore as the wounds are closed, feels exhausted and weak, her mind
[09:18] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): unable to focus on much. "Shayra want... hunt it down... will kill it! Yes!" She does not mention that she was beaten, that detail is not really needed. Thank you or sorry are not words that are really a part of her vocabulary. One does what one has to do, a shaman heals, a woman works, a warrior defends their brethren to the end if needed. Why thank them for doing their duties?

[09:25] In the end, a shaman is very much what Cedar will one day be. And Shayra very much got the nail on the head, for Cedar's magic was that born of the spirits and empowered by them in every way. But she is young still, for her kind, and full of life and so has not yet let herself be tied down in that way -- and thus she owns the tavern and delights in the drunken mischiefs of the day. As her magic finishes its purpose the light fades from her hands. As well the patterns laid in her magic upon Shayra's body fade away. A small smile, a quiet one more for her own fatigue than any other reason, rises for Shayra's sharing. In truth, there is much about Shayra that often reminds Cedar of her brother and those of their pack before they left. "Weel, an' then ye mun hae done a heavy blow ta it," Cedar lilted, stepping back a bit to gather the soothing tea the students had prepared. "Fer 'ere ye lie and so - seems as though it run off, scared." She held the tea out to Shayra, clearly meaning the woman to drin
[09:25] and if she did it was a simple brew meant to help soothe pains and increase healing.

[09:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) looks around a bit, then scratches also her bosom. It seems pretty normal for her to be topless - in fact she copies with that the men of her old tribe, considers herself just a more small but curvy man who is female in a way. The first sentence of the tavern shamaness - a person that just gained tenfold respect by just that combination in her simple mind - gone past her understanding, she nods. She lays here alive, and the other fled, so she must have won or something. She had not run away. "Shayra no run, Shayra fight. No flee fight, no flee from fight! That is big shame!" She explains still exhausted, "but Shayra honor, much honor, much strength. Shayra fight against evil, fight for friends, family, clan! Give life if needed!" To her that is absolutely natural, the basics and cores of her parents taught construct of values, but it is never bad to repeat it so that also other folks understand its importance. Losing a fight is not bad, not fighting though is bad or fleeing to survive. The eyes grow
[09:33] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): bigger as she gets the cup, takes it of course - after sitting up a bit. As she drinks though she looks startled. "What is this? Is not grog, is not mead! Hot water? What is sense of hot water?" Water or alcohol is basically all she drinks, the concept of tea was never a part of her barbaric tribe, perhaps just to be found in those villages they had raided.

[09:40] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) grinned a little -- she'd already told the woman she was daft when she'd been too wounded and under the pull of unconscious to be able to retort in return. Those were the best times for such comments, in Cedar's opinion, and so none of them came now. Only grins, amused smiles, nods, and murmured words here and there as needed. "Aye," she murmured in agreement with the idea to fight for family, friends, and honor. And for the question of the tea, Cedar snorted the faintest bit. "It's a wee bit o' nature mixed wi'in that water, lass. Will help tha healin', nothin' more. D'ye wish fer grog or mead ye mun get that at me tavern when yer feelin' up fer walkin' ower." At this point, Cedar turned from Shayra, words spoken to the few students still hovering about. She set them to cleaning up the messes made in their endeavors and placing the armor removed from Shayra onto the table beside her bed. For herself, Cedar crossed the room and began to clean her hands. "Shuid be hale again soon, do think. Ye may stay
[09:40] 'ere if ye'd like. Or leave whene'er as ye may."

[09:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) drinks the hot water as it was given to be drunken. The words of the shamaness go lost on her, all sentences, partial sentences too long for her, but she may not slay her now for being so 'rude as to talk too long to understand'. Matter of honor currently. She had slain such people who talked too long, had taken it as an offense and those people often did not even know why they stood at heaven's gate moments later. As the students bring her armor, she begins to finger the places where there were wounds, where now is only soft fresh skin. No scars, no nothing. Even the blood had been washed away. She sits up on the side of the bed, given that makes her a bit dizzy, quite a bit, for a while. "Shayra no dead, Shayra can work, so must go work." She blurts out, following a simple logic there. She is currently not even sure if the fight of the last day had really happened, as she does not feel a wound, a scar, sees no blood except.... ah yes it had happened: Her sword is still bloody, she needs to clean that.
[09:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): "Shayra go work, go to Wayward. Shamaness much honor." Such compliment is the nearest thing to a thanks she can bring up. She stands up, slow of course, and gathers her armor on her arms. No need to put it on, the men don't do that either. "Shamaness come Shayra's cave. Be guest, Shayra have much meat. Good meat. Wyvern meat. Fill belly well." She invites yet.

[09:58] As Cedar washed her hands, she turned a glance to the woman. She watched her rise, with a critical eye, on the ready to rush to the lass if she did not make it to her feet. In the end, Shayra seemed steady and stable enough for Cedar, so the fae only dried her freshly washed hands and leaned against the table. "Tha' so?" she asked with lifted brows. The idea of gathering new stores of meat for her and Cailean was something that drew interest from her. But in the end the fae only shook her head. "No' now. I mun rest, aye? I ken where tha caves are. Can find ye another time." And truthfully, if Shayra were the type at all to look, Cedar would seem wan and thin around the edges. Too much mana lost already and the day was still so young.

[10:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw) leans - to be honest - yet with the calves against the bed to stabilize herself. There is a pesky humming in her head, a ill furry feeling in her mind from the physical stress standing at all and carrying the belt and chest plate means on her. But who is not weak enough to lift a leg can work. Her folk always demanded the most from their bodies, and so did she. Their lives a constant battle, this battle did not even stop in mundane life between the real fights. She does see the state of the shamaness - a new title for a new person - but does not mind for the very same reason: Also the shamaness would or would have to live like she does. It is only normal. "You need come, come when wake again then. Tavern man no give grog, no much to eat. You must eat good meat, or body cannot be strong." She replies in her commanding tone to the shamaness. Only makes sense to her as well, and sharing what she has with guests is important in addition. "Village no good place living, villagers no valorous, no go hunt.
[10:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (Shayariel Tigerpaw): Shayra better, hunted wyvern. Meat for long times. You come eat when rested." A broad toothy grin accompanies that. She really has not the highest of opinions about the villagers after what she had been presented by them. But to then not keep the woman long from her rest, she begins to make her way out, legs wobbly, but in pride she tries to hide that even. There is no use in bragging about weaknesses - weaknesses are a shame.

[10:12] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) sort of agreed with Shayra about the village. But for her, it was to stay within her home in wayward or the Singarti cave, or the rooms she had over the tavern. And while the wayward was as yet unaffected there was a lot of the isle Cedar had to travel -- and for Cailean, not herself, they stayed over the tavern. Shayra moved to leave the infirmary and Cedar smiled a bit as she watched. "Aye then," she murmured. She'd seek out the caves when she was rested and had more energy to make the trip. "Wuid be guid ta hae some meat again." ((thanks for the rp!))

Finding Meri in the rooms above the Tavern, Cedar begins an Inquisition -- and asks for demonstration in regards to summoning for the spell she is learning.

[16:53] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) sighed. "So yer no' goin' ta tell me? La." She frowned a moment, clearly dissatisfied with this. Then shrugged and said, "Hae ye no' asked tha bugger if he cares?" Rising, Cedar moved through the shared rooms then, making her way to the bedside table where she kept a few things laid out. She grabbed the spell tome she'd gotten from Meri and flipping it open, wandered back. "Has been my experience, tha' 'tis a'ways simpler if ye but ask the lad. No use in worritin' yerself ower somat as can easily be cleared up." Flashng Meri a smile, Cedar sat down beside her on the couch. A moment was taken to shift and settle, making sure she wasn't harming a single feather yet bringing her close enough to share the book. "Will ye help me then? I've tried meself tha patterns an' circles but I'm no' sure did I get them right. Though' it migh'nt be better did I see tha way ye drew them."

[17:00] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) shifted her gaze upwards as the foot dropped to the floor, her eyes lifting then to watch Cedar step away and back, her lower lip tugged between her teeth. That was part of it, and yet "It's not all of it, not all of why I wonder, why I question it. I've not yet, but... he thinks it's difficult, but - it really isn't. He's easy to take care of, to want to. Even when I should be furious... " Her voice trailing off remembering the night before she'd made her way back to the shop. Her expression caught between wistful, worried and strangely, a hint of derision. "I just don't know if we can make it work. I do like him though." Had to have, for what she'd done, but... "No, I've not asked him outright." Her eyes shifting to the book as she settled it between them, her closer wing adjusted somewhat with a grateful smile to Cedar as she tried to tuck it back as best possible. "Of course, you know I said I would... " Fading off again then nodding softly, "I can do a circle for you. You'll be alright,
[17:00] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): yes? I promise not to trick you like you both did last night..." It still made her heart race, but at least she'd known it was good-natured when she heard Cailean's voice. Meri'd lift to her feet, then move over towards the open spot of the floor and consider a moment.

[17:03] Rei Anundr Aldin (Rei Lowtide) had entered the tavern under a bit of stress. He appeared worried about... something, so naturally he tried to drink his worry away. After two over-priced meads from Ulga he cut himself off, he realized his plan wasn't really working. He left, disappointed he couldn't numb himself from another matter.

[17:11] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) felt a little cross eyed when Meri's dam broke, all the words rushing out over each other. It was like where one thought ended another had begun and the fae couldn't make heads or tails of what it was the elf was trying to relay. So Cedar said nothing. You simply couldn't reply to a thing you did not understand. And Meri's words while heard were left without any sort of reply. Instead, there was a bemused expression that rested on Cedar's face. But when Meri agreed to show her the circle, a smile lifted and she rose as well, cradling the book, still open, along a forearm so she could look between the designs upon the pages to compare to what Meri was about to do. "Was guid ta see Cailean makin' merry. He's been sae filled wi' sorrow, e'er since tha day I'd met him. Kint help bu' think what it means I'm doin' somat well wi' him do he do so when there's sae much stressin' on tha isle."

[17:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) glanced up and realized Cedar had... just not responded to a single thing. Her cheeks flushing bright red again as she cleared her throat and dropped her gaze to the floor. She'd nod softly and dash a bare smile "It was nice to see you both laugh." Though she'd been embarrassed and such at the time, it had been good to see the merriment. Another sigh on her breath and trying to pull things together, she'd bite down on her lower lip, then step into her area, pulling out some chalk and a few other items from the small chest in the corner, then carried them back as she spoke, a bit more haltingly, but trying one last time to convey how she felt before diving into the circle. "I like him. He tries to be good, brings me things that he thinks will make me happy, seems disappointed if I tell him that he doesn't need to. He's easy to take care of, and difficult at the same time, but - there are things, I just don't understand. About him, and other stuff. Anyway. No I've not asked him how he feels."
[17:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): Another deep breath and pushing it aside "So. the circle. " She slid down to her knees, perusing the area around her then nodded. "For you I can understand not wanting to work from the middle, but for me, it just seems easier." Easier to turn, to keep her wings up and out of the way, so she'd start describing the lines and symbols as she went along. Her voice somewhat subdued now as she spoke "It was much different, when I did this before... Goddess - so much has changed." The words breaking off and as her eyes flicked up to Cedar, reading her expression then back down as she hummed through each symbol, drawing them slow, painstakingly as if every little bit of color on the floor, could mean her life. And well, it had. Her eyes starting to flutter closed as she often did with her casting only to flash back open and remember it was the circle that she couldn't do that with. Had to watch every bit. "See here, this one's always been hard, because it turned -this- way, not that..." a glance towards
[17:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): the book and nodding, "That next page, see the top right corner... There's two ways to draw it, I use the second..." then shifted her eyes back to her work, continuing again with that soft hum. TO her eyes, the Magic glowed where it had been placed, "When you attune yourself to the circle, for me - I can -see- it, see where it's missing a piece, where I need to go back and draw again..."

[17:38] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) mulled over that. Lips pursed and body shifted, Cedar thought over Meri's attempt to clarify while she watched the way she drew her patterns and designs. "Men like ta feel as though they be needed. Ye mun let 'im ken that he is, aye? When they be courtin', it sae often is tha trinkets an' baubles as they gi' ye that does it. Fer ye dint yet live in their home wi' them able ta provide." She trailed off, leaned forward and looked at the place where Meri spoke of always needing a reminder. Then she turned the page in the tome she held at the elf's behest and considered both the patterns given, comparing the first to the second. "Why tha second?" she asked, then looked back down to Meri's circle. She herself could not see the magic - but then she didn't try. Magic was a thing more often felt by Cedar, not seen. She could always look for it of course, but too often that sort of searching lead to her seeing spectres and she hadn't any desire to see them when she was about to do a summon. "Migh'nt be that tha
[17:38] lad wishes ta impress upon ye wi' a gift as ye'll find o' such value that ye'll no' hae it be a thing ye e'en think to say - that he doesna need ta. If'n ye ken that it makes him sad ta say it, then why do ye?"

[17:50] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) furrowed her brows, her hum fading but still at the back of her throat, considering what Cedar had said. "I did thank him for what he'd done, but... I know how difficult it is to get things right now. He brought me food, rations from the Wardens, but he didn't need to. Of all people, I felt guilty that I ..." trailing off hoping Cedar would understand that part, then continued softer than before as her fingers trailed over the symbols she'd drawn adding another layer, the soft lilting voice almost Singing her words to feel the Magic bounce back at her as she answered Cedar. "I took what he brought me, and I fed us both, a few nights.. gave him shelter when he asked, and I know he was grateful... I... I suppose it's that I've been on my own too long, it's... difficult, to change that?" The question about the two symbols pulling her out of her thoughts as scattered as they were and she'd flick a glance up "Oh, It's a regional thing. The long-standing feud between Jomo'kri Mages and Faludron...
[17:50] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): The first was Jomor'kri's... the second, the way I was raised in Faludron... I suppose they work the same?" It honestly had never occurred to her to try the other. Imprints. Cedar's question put her back on her heels, brows furrowed once more as she finished the circle, her eyes sweeping about it and testing with that soft hum on the air again. A faded hint here, accentuated and reinforced til the lines were perfect, then Meri'd get to her feet and carefully step -over- the lines as they faded to her. Her deep intake of breath, then blown out between her teeth as she glanced over to Cedar, for once, without a single word to say herself. How did you reply to something you didn't understand?

[17:58] "Ahh," she replied, head bobbing as she looked over the two choices for the pattern in that place of the circle. It would be a matter of her own preference then, or what seemed easier to undertake. She noted that, just as she did for the other spot Meri had pointed out as counter-intuitive to the patterns, and when Meri rose and left the circle Cedar turned and set her gaze to it on the floor. "Will be linin' mine wi' salt, aye?" she said abstractedly as she looked Meri's circle over. "Tha' way I kint be enterin' in nor it wi'out. Seems safest tha' way. Leastwise until I be certain tha' the spell's set right." And if she noticed that Meri was without words to reply this time, she did nothing to bring attention to it.

[18:04] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nods "If it was a 'true' circle, there'd be salt and double-lined... but since it was just the patterns, well - I didn't want to waste it..." Chalk was easy enough to find, and wipe away, but salt was too precious to waste in practice, at least for Meri. "And yes, I can totally understand why you would do such..." She'd nod in agreement, the tip of her head one way, then the other as she looked at it once last tine before dashing another slight smile over at Cedar and carefully rubbing her foot through it to break the lines, the Magic fading and going quiet in her gaze, then continued about, marking out the rest of the circle til it was just a faint shimmer on the dark floor. "Was there anything else you wondered about? Or that I could offer by chance?" Her head tilting to Cedar and perusing her features, she'd gotten used to the total silence, but there were other thigns that still intrigued Meri about her, though she was too polite to ask. Perhaps another day.

[18:11] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded, making another note about the 'double-lined'. She hadn't made hers so when she'd practiced but she just might do so now. When Meri kicked through her chalk, distorting and then wiping away the designs, Cedar grinned a bit - always fun to make a mess, eh? - then looked to the pages of the tome. "Dinna think so. Wuid be nice, a'course, ta watch another cast tha spell, bu' ... mun make do as i'tis." Closing the tome, Cedar headed back to where she and Cailean slept. To the bedside table in fact, laying the tome to rest upon it as she had done whenever she wasn't studying. "D'ye think," the fae began, turning and heading back, "tha' ye can say specific which ye wish ta summon an' ta bind? If there were a spectre as was friendly like ta me, I mean? One I kent wuidna mind a'tall ta be aidin'?"

[18:22] Eph calls, "Helga! Mead if you please!" as she assists a somewhat out-of-it Cheyenne into a seat

[18:22] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) dashed a look up and chckled, indeed, the destroying of the circle was almost carthartic at times... the knowledge that you could take away so easily what you'd wrought, though it also reminded her how simple it would for another as well. Meri sort of pausse for a moment, the remembrance flashing over her features as she shook her head briefly as murmured "I'm sure you'll do fine..." And as she asked about certain types, Meri's brows furrowed deeper, the moment's contemplation making her dig her teeth into her lower lip. A flash of memory then "I know you can call to a type... but - whether that is who answers, or what tries to stay, well... Perhaps you might have a better luck than some, with who you are." That bright green gaze flicking over again, her faint smile lighting her features. "I couldn't quite say, Cedar."

[18:24] Cheyenne Frostwych slumped down in the chair and holds her head "Drink too Eph." she says simply. She didn't want to drink alone.

[18:26] Eph massages cheyenne's shoulders for a little bit, before meekly sitting down and nodding to Helga, "Two meads - and keep 'em comin'!" then in a few seconds they are served, and Eph soothes, "There you go, ma'am. I hope this perks you up, I do!"

[18:29] Cheyenne Frostwych rolled her shoulders with Eph's hands with no protest. She mumbles thanks to Eph and begins to drown her sorrows and confusing thoughts into the mead. Being hungry and having an empty tummy she was quickly already feeling it."

[18:32] Eph watches Cheyenne drink, and sips some mead, too. She thinks for a while, then says, "Let me tell you the tale of First Mate Jack and how he lost his coat. It happens from time to time, that two ships will meet at sea. When they do, unless one or the other is in a great hurry, they will stop to share news and possibly trade and also quite possibly have a party."

[18:33] Cheyenne Frostwych downs half her mead already and listens in on Eph's story "Really? They don't just board and slaughter each other?! How civilized."

[18:33] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) took Meri's reassuring and encouraging words with another nod. It helped a bit, to know the elf thought she'd manage well, for well was all that could suffice. Yet she herself was not quite so certain and likely would not try the spell just yet. She nodded again though, then lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "Weel, can do nothin' save try. Will see how i'tall turns ou' in tha end." Smiling a bit, she added, "Thanks fer aidin' me wi' it though, Meri. Did me guid, do think, ta see how another'd lay their circle, aye?" A flicker of her glance to the door and the fae shifted from one foot to the other. "Migh' head out though. I've a few thin's as need doin' afore it gets too dark."

[18:37] "Yep! And this particular time, First Mate Jack lucked out, sort of. The Captain was feeling under the weather, so instead of watching the helm as the rest of the crew went to party. Jack got to go over himself. He was so happy, he brought a bottle of rum. But, Jack being Jack, half the rum was gone before he got around to shareing any. Let's just say that Jack's judgement was impaired. .... How's that mead tasting, Cheyenne? Mine's quite tasty, indeed!"

[18:37] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) nodded, her own bashful smile as she too had sidled towards the exi. Not on Cedar's part by any stretch, but - the village, the inn, they both felt so closed in, and though truth be tod the room was larger than likely two of her house. It wasn't home. She was very grateful to Cedar, for everything, but sometimes she just needed her own psace. "Be safe please Cedar, I'll see you later on..." It wasn't quite a 'I'll be here tonight' and - it wasn't quite -not-. The hint of color in her cheeks, and the words from earlier taken to heart, and a conversation needed to be had. If there was even someone there to have it with. "Until then..." offered softly, then turning towards the door and slipping out with the soft hum on her breath, realizing belatedly that her wings were already showing and she hadn't needed to do so before leaping into the air and flying away.

There's a quiet moment in the Tavern, which, while more frequent of late than before because of dwindling supplies, was a thing still more rare than not to be had. Taking the quiet as an opportune moment, Cedar retrieved the spelltome acquired from Meri and further studied the summoning spell.

[14:40] Today, Little Tree had taken up a perch upon the bartop of her tavern. Times and business both were slow and it was not needed so very much by patrons. She'd taken solace however in the fact many still came here to rest or meet with others. Their attempts, she figured, to bring a bit of cheer to a very worrisome status the isle had found itself within. At the moment, there was only Helga within however, that tireless wench she'd inherited with the place. And she seemed content to leave Cedar to her studies - for study it very much looked to be. There was a tome that laid upon her lap, open and with a finger that traced along the page. Too, her gaze was fixed to whatever her fingers laid upon and her mouth moved in soundless memorization.

[14:48] Turning the page, Cedar shifted, hoisting the tome a bit higher where it sat. This was the place Meri had pointed out to her, where there were given different options for the patterns and she'd need to choose which would be best to use within her spell. At first inclination, Cedar would choose the second - for if Meri used it then it stood to reason it was the better. But when she'd asked the elf about it, she'd named only teaching and habit, and so Cedar would not let herself so simply dismiss the first. So now, she eyed each in turn, appraising them for their merits. She could see, she thought, where the strength lay for each but was uncertain if she understood how it played into the larger picture. Frowning a bit, Cedar shut her eyes and tried to envision the designs Meri had drawn within her circle in her demonstration the night before. She lifted a hand away from the tome and began to trace over the patterns in memory, testing out which would fit better in the mix - the former or the latter.

[14:55] When Cedar lifted her hand to trace the patterns seen within memory, Helga had stopped what she was doing to eye the fae in a curious way. It wouldn't have been the first time she had took a quiet moment to study magic within the Tavern, but Cedar had been at this particular one for some time now and Helga was smart enough at least to realise it must then be a harder spell. The fact there'd been no actual displays of the spellcasting within the tavern had also given Helga speculation, but she at least kept her quiet and Cedar maintained her focus, unaware. After having worked her way through the circle with the first selection, Cedar waved her hand as if to wipe away the drawing in her mind. Then she sighed a bit and rolled her shoulders, bringing the image back to mind to begin again. This time, she would use the second selection, testing it within the flow of the patterns. It was her thought that one might feel as though it moved more naturally for Cedar and thus help her to determine which she
[14:55] should make use of in the end.

[15:04] Eventually, Cedar's hand ceased its moving yet again, and this time the fae opened her eyes. It was a thoughtful that she held, with lips pursed in the faintest frown and eyes narrowed as if still in deep concentration. After a moment, she turned her attention back to the spelltome open on her lap. Here, she went back to the spot that Meri had brought her attention to. She'd made her decision though, and used some charcoal to lightly mark a note upon the edges of the text. "Helga," she said absently to the barmaid. "D'ye think, were ye ta call a spirit ta aid ye -- how wuid ye go abou' ensurin' as best ye migh' that the one yer hopin' will appear is tha one ye'd like?" Helga, looked a bit flabergastered, and yet also a bit entertained. Leaning back against the counter she hummed a moment and then said, "I've heard it helps at times if you have something that belonged to them?"

[15:08] Crystiel Thistlebush whistles as she comes up the stairs, holding a bared blade in her hand...nothing more then a pen knife to most people....but a mighty sword in hers. she smiles at Elka as she walks by, "hello Angry One" she then watches as she storms off like she normally, the Name Angry One still fitting her personality to a tee....even if she ever does learn the betas name, she will always be the Angry One to her. She ws on her way to the blacksmith so she can stop waving the mysterious sword around and then sees that cedar was in the tavern and turns in that direction.

[15:10] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) laughed a bit but also nodded. Then she leaned back from hunching over the open pages of her tome to cast a smile the wench's way. "Cuid be as yer righ'." It wasn't a new idea to Cedar but one she'd written off long ago as some old wives' tale. Yet those stories handed down from wiser women she'd found too often held a grain of truth within them. And perhaps this one might as well? Figuring it was at least worth a try and not likely to make things any harder, though maybe easier in the end, she nodded again with her mind turning to the spirit she had in mind, sorting through if she'd kept anything from them. Suddenly, she closed the book in an abrupt gesture and hopped down from the bartop where she'd perched. "Will be back later," she lilted to Helga, striding in haste to leave the Tavern. "Oh - guid day t'ye Crystiel," she said as she stepped carefully around the pixie. She gave the fae a smile, one filled with absentminded distraction, and the jogged round the corner and up the stairs to her room. She
[15:10] had it in mind to look through her keepsakes for just such an item as Helga's words had brought to mind. And sorry Crystiel! Cedar's player has to run off to go SW across sim!

Finding herself as prepared as she is likely to be, Cedar chooses to finally undertake endeavoring the summoning and binding spell; a spell quite new to Cedar and likely the most demanding she's attempted yet.

[11:47] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had decided that today would be the day. She'd studied, discussed, read over, memorized, attempted, watched demonstration, and more for the spell - and to draw a thing out unnecessarily, she knew could be the undoing of ever getting it right. So then, no more waiting. And in preparation she even ensured she ate more than her usual portion of their personally grown rations. After, and with the conversation had with Meri on her mind, she'd gathered up the items that she thought were needed and brought them to the open space of floor in the rooms they shared. The spelltome, of course; laid off to the side and already open. And a small pouch of salt, a few sticks of chalk, and crystals - all of similar size and shape and color. Stooping, Cedar looked each item over, envisioning their purpose in her mind, double checking and recounting, re-weighing, assuring herself she'd everything she would be in need of before beginning the summoning and binding.

[12:03] Satisfied with her perusal of the items she'd gathered, Cedar hunkered down and prepared to get to work. The spelltome first then, this she looked over, giving herself one last chance to retrace patterns and designs for the circle she prepared to draw. Then, feeling as if she could retain nothing further, she grabbed the chalk and set her sights to the cleared and cleaned space of flooring. Unlike Meri had done in her demonstration, Cedar did not work from the middle. It would be a laughable and annoying thing if she'd been stuck within and by her own doing and she simply would not chance it to happen. From the outside then, the first order was to begin the basic lines. These would serve as brace and measure for more intricate patterns to go from there. She did not have the elven gift of singing and using song to feel or see magic, but Cedar was herself made of what she used to cast and this she let manifest and linger upon the lines she drew. Ethereal as her substance, the color bearing the mark
[12:03] spirits, she found the idea of what Meri did quite genius for as she drew she saw the weaker portions of those that needed to be adjusted -- the look of magic thinning and fading there. (1/3)

[12:09] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) continued much in this fashion, referencing the spelltome, drawing the growingly intricate designs. Pushing some of her mana into it and watching to see where she'd gone wrong. Wiping that portion away and re chalking it along the floor, until finally all that was left and needed was the circle that would bind. This she'd saved for last of course, uncertain as she was if she would be able to cross it after to handle any adjusting that was needed. And yet still she did not make it but set the chalk aside and reached for the crystals. With these, she choose specific location, resting them within the patterns she'd just created. And she knew the placing to be right for they began to glow when set, or if they did not, then she would adjust them. Now, her mana set upon the chalk markings seemed to pulsate and glow brighter, more empowered clearly, by the crystals she'd thought to place. She then removed an item from her pocket and looked to it a moment. It was a pendant, one that seemed old and worn and masculine. Leaning forward, she set this in the center of patterns, looked it all over and then nodded. And so she grabbed the chalk up within her hand again and worked on the most intrinsically important aspect - the circle
[12:09] that would keep her safe. (2/3)

[12:22] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) worked with greater effort on the circle and even took Meri's advice to mind. Double-lined was double the protection and Cedar would play it safe, if she could. Once she was sure the circles were as precise as she could make them, she reached for the salt, setting down the chalk and rising, ready to add the final measure of protection. She moved around the circle then, handfuls of salt poured out in the even sprays from the side of her fisted palm. It was a thing she'd done so often, for her craft or for her magic - heck, even for superstition, that she knew she couldn't go wrong. Slow, with an eye and effort of attention to her task, she was surprised to realise she'd begun to sweat, nerves and anticipation rising. Eventually, however, the task with the salt was done and Cedar went to stand before the circle, watching the flow of her mana run through all the lines she'd drawn. So then, the final aspect, Cedar closed her eyes and lifted hands. She let more of her mana fill her, attuned her mind to not
[12:22] merely the summon of a spectre but one in specific. And when she felt a surge flow through her she reached out with her sense to let it connect to the mana already laden in her circle. (3/3)

[12:29] The cost of mana spent was steep, but not, Cedar was surprised to find, as steep as that of healing. Well, perhaps since spirits often ghosted, haunting others in her world, it was less of a miracle to call one forth then. She could believe it. The spell was finished though, and she still held both eyes closed, wary and fearful of what she'd see when they opened. Her hands lowered and she waited as well; would it speak or try to attack her? But nothing came, nothing was heard, and before too long curiosity and frustration mingled heavy within the fae, driving her eyes open. And for what she saw within the circle, a slow smile and a rather long sigh, as if relieved, were given. "Oh guid."

Recovering from her recent excursion, and passing time before the New Moon meet of the Singarti, Cedar pays Merialeth a visit at the magic shop's tower, to discuss the need for creating wards to keep spirits out, now that she's learned to summon.

[16:03] She'd been home a few days but it'd taken her some time to heal and it'd been up until just yesterday before she'd ventured out again. But yesterday's sojourn had been brief, still easily winded and such from healing, and so tonight she moved with more purpose and attention to her steps - though today seemed easier and stronger than before. So it was that Cedar entered the shop's new home within the tower, without her usual pep. However, she held her usual quiet smile. "Guid eve t'ye Meri," she lilted, moving to the counter and leaning beside it. "Hae only got a few moments afore I mun head off. A thin' or twa to do wi' tha Singarti, aye?"

[16:06] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) flicked a glance up as Cedar arrived, her instant once-over noting a lack of her usual bounce but she'd offer a smile and nod "Glad to see you as always... and up and around. What can I help you with?" The tip of her head as she perused her politely, the hint of concern in her gaze, but keeping it to herself for now. The mention of the shifters bringing a bit more interest to her gaze, Meri was a lil more aware of all the groups now with the troubles about the Isle, and making sure they were all stable, seemed important.

[16:11] "Weeeel," the fae began, drawing out the word in a drawl that made it clear she took a moment to best choose where to begin or what to ask. And when she'd decided, a brief nod was given of her head. "Had ye been visitted at all by a lass what name is Viveka, by chance?"

[16:16] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) tipped her head then nodded, "While you were gone yes, she's got quite a remarkable talent... and had quite the story to relate." Her words soft as always, and though there may have been a hint of disbelief in her words, it was with all seriousness that she delivered it. "We were able to discover a few things, and she found the chest that you had told her to. I know Crystiel had said she got it safe, though I don't know where it is now, I would think she does..>"

[16:21] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded and the small fae's body seemed to relax in its leaning, giving the idea there'd been some tension still within it before. "Guid, guid ... tha's verra guid," she murmured, voice quiet and filled with thought, with consideration, a furrow pulling her brow as well. "Jus' as weel then ..." she murmured as well, though what the rest of the thought was, she didn't finish. At least, not aloud. "Aye then," came after, with Cedar straightening a bit and giving another faint smile. "Ye ken as how I'd learned tha ways ta summon," she began in a tone that was suddenly more conversational. A brief flash of a proud and delighted grin, and with it, "It worked." And then after the subduing of it back to the quiet smile. "Though think as now I mun learn how ta ward a place so's ta keep them out."

[16:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) watched the seeming kaleidoscope of emotion and expression pass over Cedar's face, the faintly-bemused smile on her lips and though Meri wanted very much to ask her where she'd been and what had seemed to take the Fae so much to recover -from-, well - now wasn't the time, if ever. The news of her successful summoning was received with a bright smile and a purr of laughter on her breath at the grin, and a louder one at the mention of 'keeping them out' "Indeed..." She'd dash a glance over at Damien, who'd been working away, but as ever, quietly listening. His rueful expression met Meri's and he'd slip past behind her to dash upstairs for the scroll case as Meri hummed softly. The call of "Got it!" then the pattering of steps down the stone stairs, and he'd deliver it into Meri's grip just as she stopped humming and the glow of the scroll faded away. A moment's glance, then nod, and handing it over to Cedar, murmured warmly "There you go... Best of luck to you. If you're wanting lessons on that
[16:27] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan): later, I'll be glad to oblige you."

[16:33] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) couldn't help but grin a little more for Meri's laughter. But it was true enough a sentiment and she was happy Meri seemed to understand. It'd been the first of things she'd learned, how to turn the spectres away. Now she'd leanred to summon and bind -- but home was a place meant to stay safe and protected from visits she didn't desire. And so - the urge to then ward her home. Gaze flickering towards Damien as the clerk hurried himself up the stairs to find the scroll for Meri, Cedar quirked a brow - "Well trained, tha' one," she murmured but then lifted them both with a too-innocent smile when he returned. Reaching out, the fae took the scroll in hand and unrolled it, glancing it over. "Aye ... aye, a'course tha'd be lovely. Better'n tryin' ta figger i'tout meself."

[16:38] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) understood all too well, though even if she didn't see them like Cedar could, it worked to keep out other things as well that went bump in the night. She'd offer a wry grin at the comment about Damien, her eyes filled with merriment - it was helpful while things were still in a bit of disarray. "Of course..." dipping her head softly "Just let me know when you might be ready and we'll play it by ear." With everything else going on about the Isle, that could be... all sorts of random. Meri'd sober a moment, her brows furrowed, then murmured "When things settle down a little bit, I'd like to talk some with you, if I might, alright?"

[16:45] Talk of ghosts, binding and summoning and then keeping out, had caused a momentary stir with the one that now dwelt about Cedar. Which meant simply that the air chilled a little and Cedar tossed a sudden scowl over her shoulder with a flip of her hair before settling back the avariel's way. Clearly, her new friend wasn't the biggest fan of being kept locked out of Cedar's home. Not that he'd even had a chance to see it yet. Rolling the scroll back up, Cedar reached down to slip it through a loop on her belt. Then she nodded, face suddenly somber and though her ears couldn't be seen clearly, they dropped a little in how they perked. "Aye, a'course ye can speak wi' me, Meri. Only say tha word as ta when." Giving the woman a nod, she stepped away from the counter and looked over towards the door. "I mun be off now, aye? But will be around, tha's certain."

[16:49] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) felt the air chill about, her wings rustling, sensitive to the temperature and tugging in close to her, but as Cedar's expression dropped, she'd be quick to reassure her "Nothing bad, truly... just... needed to talk." The faint smile on her lips as she nodded softly, instantly regretting the question then offering a somewhat warmer smile "Please be safe Cedar... I'll see you when you can."

It was a busy morning at the infirmary, but after things had quieted and settled, Cedar took some time to relax before the fire - then opened the spell scroll recently acquired from Meri to begin her study of the spell.

[15:09] It wasn't exactly the best place to study, nor one that was meant for such things -- at least not in this particular way - but Cedar settled herself snug within the sofa before the infirmary's hearthfire with the spell scroll she'd newly acquired upon her lap. It'd been a busy morning, with the usual routine illnesses to try to stave off and settle, from lack of nutrition and impending starvation that had begun to settle its grip about the isle. There'd been a few cases of the shaderot as well, and none few that seemed it but likely weren't, and now that there was quiet, she turned her mind to the idea of the spell she had an interest in learning though for the moment, her eyes were held shut with the silence of the room milling about her in a comforting moment of reprieve.

[15:19] Silences within infirmaries were always fickle, but she'd noticed of late that the ones here tended to linger. Likely due to the drawn out famine - people hadn't the mettle or the energy to spare to get themselves in situations that saw them wounded. So after she'd taken her fill of the silence broken only by the hearthfire's noises, she opened her eyes and pulled the spell scroll closer, fingers unrolling it so that she could read over its contents. It was a bit backwards perhaps, that she sought to understand and learn how to cast this sort of spell /after/ she'd already summoned forth a spirit and bound it to her. But Cedar moved her learnings and efforts in the paths of interests that moved her - and until she'd done the latter she hadn't truly realised she'd any interest in the former. So here she was, with Grigory seated beside her, spectral figure bent to read the scroll over her shoulder. Cedar shook her head a little, casting the ghost a wry smile, then turned her attention back to the
[15:19] scroll's writings yet again.

[15:25] "I dint need ta learn how ta cast tha spell, aye?" cedar murmured to her ghostly friend while they studied, "jus' so's I mun set a ward about tha home like. Cuid jus' get tha info on tha enchantment an' settle it bonnie then. But ... weel, there seems a strange number o' thin's abou' tha isle what dint belong in this world a'tall. And wuid be particular saft to no' figger a way ta keep them from me an' mine were I elsewhere an' no' by a thin' I'd enchanted instead." Naturally, whatever thing Grigory said to Cedar in reply was unheard - not to mention unseen - by any save the fae herself. And did any of the students or nurses who lingered within the infirmary think something of Cedar's talking, presumably to herself, it was a thing that seemed common enough in occurrence for the fae's studying that not a single lash was bat in her direction, with each continuing about their work - or lounging elsewhere to conserve the energy that so easily leeched away with effort for lack of food to readily fill the
[15:25] belly.

[15:28] "Aye," Cedar murmured yet again, her tone grown both thoughtful and amused. "Tha wee stones, like I tell't ye. An' d'ye behave will let ye wi'in - though dint see why ye dinna jus' roam abou' tha isle in those hours I dint need ye. Yer free ta do as ye like." Silence then. From Cedar as well, not merely the unseen apparition at her side. As the fae fell into intent focus, body shifting and scroll lifted a bit closer to her while looked over. Her lips moved with this scrutiny of the secrets the scroll held as well. Moved as though to memorize what was read or emblazen it more boldly of imprint within her mind. Every once in a while too her head would tilt, as if to listen to something said beside her - and perhaps she did, for she'd nod a little, or frown and shake her head just as faintly, before her lips would move again.

[15:36] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) passed many long moments in that fashion that, scroll held aloft within her hands -- at least until this no longer suited and then a knee came up to rest it upon, the foot resting upon the sofa carelessly. With one hand, she traced her way along the words, keeping her place as she read, sometimes marking a phrase or section as eyes drifted shut with furrowed brow and intense consideration of what had been suggestion. Overall, the fae seemed downright frustrated, as though the things she read or learned were not enough to have the pieces fall into place. "P'rhaps 'twas foolish ta attempt this on tha heels o' tha spell I'd only jus' learned, eh?" This was said with a sudden opening of her eyes a look cast aside to the spirit. She shrugged, a smile grim and determined taking hold of her features, then rolled the scroll back up again. "Meri'd said how she'd gi' me lessons on tha matter did I wish 'em. Migh'nt be that will jus' hae ta wait fer 'em, aye?" Which seemed to settle the matter for Cedar, who tucked
[15:36] the scroll into a loop upon the belt she wore and leaned back into the sofa, continuing this seemingly one sided discussion on the merits of the spell.

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With the idea of mending Cailean's eye heavy upon her mind, Cedar makes a stop to the mages' tower, and gains a spell scroll for the regeneration spell.

[2015/10/15 14:34] CaireannLiadan Resident sidled a little closer to peek over his shoulder as he pulled free the pages, her brows furrowed as she looked at the markings described... just about then Damien's bell range again, her eyes flicking to it, then to Garrett briefly and back "Someone else is below... I need to go see to them, but please don't disappear, I'm not sure how much I can help but you have me intrigued... " she'd motion to him to follow her down, one last glance around the Isle and sighing before heading for the staircase. She'd pad down as swiftly as she could, and tugged open the door to find Cedar and Elka below "Good day to you both, what can I help with?" Her cheeks a bit reddened from the quick descent, and stepping out of the way so that Garrett could pass through as well behind her.

[2015/10/15 14:37] Cedar Ashland had had quite the eventful and distressing day. Well, it'd started the night before really but through the night she'd had the job of tending to Cailean to ease her mind from her troubles. Today, he'd been resting, as peaceful as she could make him and she'd had time to fret. When she entered the tower, she was surprised to see others present, all of whom she seemed to know. But it was to Meri Cedar held her attention and the fae looked to her without a smile. "Cailean has lost his eye," she said, an angry sadness to her voice. "I wuid see did ye hae tha magic ta heal it. Else, I be in need o' the spell."

[2015/10/15 14:40] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident): /me was standing next to a shelf of various bottled potions inspecting them curiously, picking up one to turn it around and around in her hands only to put it back and pick up another. The sound of a door opening had her scrambling to put the current one down before whoever came through the door spotted her. She turned and walked towards the counter and perked an ear to listen to what brought Cedar here of all people, her eyes catching for a moment on Garrett and then going to Meri with a slight narrowing of her eyes in a glare. Interesting that they'd both came from some back room....

[2015/10/15 14:44] Garrett (Arex Koltai): /me bent backwards slightly to move his shoulders closer to her so Meri could get a better angle, as he wasn't about to move while focused on a task. He was about to apologize for having taken up her time when the bell rang, but her beckoning him to follow kept him from vocalizing it and he simply opted to follow her downstairs. He repacked the letter into the journal for the moment and closed the door behind them. His eyes brightened as he saw Elka among the two new individuals, though the explanation that someone had gone and gotten their eye poked out was a bit of a dampener. He couldn't help himself and spoke up towards Cedar, unaware of Elka's glare, it seemed, "Well, did he retrace his steps? It's always in the spot you least expect..."

[2015/10/15 14:52] CaireannLiadan Resident just blinked at Cedar's words, her jaw dropping a moment, whatever smile on her face wiped clean and the color from her cheeks as well "What?! What happ... oh it doesn't matter what happened right now, I..." and then it clicked, the only thing that would help, wasn't something she knew. "Oh, Goddess, Cedar... I don't have it... I mean I have the book, but I don't know the spell..." Her throat working, knowing there was little she could do and completely focused on Cedar's story, she'd totally missed Elka's glare or any of the play by play between Garrett and Elka. "Damien!" She'd spin on her toes, then blink seeing Garrett there instead of "Damien!" as he peered around from the other man "Oh, mercy - Upstairs, the regeneration scroll - quickly..." The soft hum she usually gave to help him locate the spell was more a trill of frustration, even knowing it'd take time for Cedar to learn it - Cailean was a friend and it burned to her core to think that this bare semblance of help was all she could
[2015/10/15 14:52] CaireannLiadan Resident: provide. The quick pattering of his steps up and across the floor above them, then a "Found it!" called from Damien before Meri'd hush and finally look about at the others "I'm sorry Cedar, I wish I knew.... Wait..." Spinning on her toes and heading for the far side of the counter, then realizing she'd have to run Garrett over to get to it, wing-hopped over the counter, and spun about, digging in some papers. "A new employees, I know you'll want to learn it anyway, but - I just hired someone on - she has the spell! Maybe she can help you, and then you can learn it after..."

[2015/10/15 14:59] Cedar Ashland missed the glaring contemplation that Elka cast towards Garrett and Meri. Garrett's helpful advice was met by a glance turned to him from the fae. "Was a bird wha' ate it," she said, grim faced and pale for the thought. And then she smiled, a thing equally as grim and quite disturbing. "Though did I find the crow as did it, wuid be twa happy ta open its gullet an' take it back aye?" For Meri's sudden upset and realization of what Cedar had said, the fae just let her gaze settle on the elf, with silence, and waited. Only once the scroll was found and Meri turned back to her did she add on to what was shared with Garrett. "No' a regular crow, dint think. He were ravin' 'bout purple, maddened eyes it had." So then, witch, fae, or shifter? Letting that unspoken question hover a moment, Cedar reached out a hand for the scroll. "Hae ye seen her work tha spell? Fer I'd no' take chances on tha lad. Mun be better ta wait an' learn tha spell meself. I dint mind lessons though ..."

[2015/10/15 15:05] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident): /me only stopped glaring when she heard what it was Cedar had come for. Coincidences it would seem. She took a few steps closer doing her best to not even -look- at Garrett, "Do you have a second one of those scrolls?" The look on her face was hopeful, because as much as Cedar was now family the idea of sharing this scroll with her didn't sit well. What if she touched her or something? Just the very idea of Cedar causing her pain again, made her lick her lips nervously and take a step back away from her.

[2015/10/15 15:12] Garrett (Arex Koltai): /me seemed rather confused by Elka's glare, and broke away from her glance only when Meri found herself looking at him instead of Damien! He seemed to jolt slightly as he realized he was actively standing int he poor woman's way, and tried to shuffle closer to the door in an effort to try and stop being a pain in Meri's rear. As Cedar seemed to take his gallows humor well, and even responded with a little snark of her own, he nodded, twisting his mouth into a wry smile as he mentioned taking it back out of the gullet. But, as she mentioned how the crow, according to this injured fellow, was not like a normal crow, it made far more sense to him why this had happened. A mundane corvid had so little to gain by attacking a humanoid and considerably much more to lose, but something more akin to a monster? That made much more sense. His attention seemed fully taken by Cedar's explanation and he looked to her and plached his hand on his chin, rubbing at the hair as he did, "A tengu, perhaps? Seems like a
[2015/10/15 15:12] : /me strange place for them to be..." He frowned in thought, coming to similar conclusions that either a shifter was involved or something more sinister, "Did he run afoul of a corvid shifter? Seems a bit...excessive...if he did..."

[2015/10/15 15:19] CaireannLiadan Resident shifted her gaze back to Cedar, handing her the scroll as Damien brought it over. The soft shake of her head and fire in her gaze at the Fae's words, and a sinking feeling in her belly. "When you find them, please let me know - I would be more than glad to assist you in tearing limb from bloody limb and keeping it's feathers to make a stole like that one." Motioning behind at Garrett with an apologetic glance before looking back to Cedar, dead serious. "I haven't, I just met her the day before, but yes, at least for lessons or the like, she seems quick from what I've seen of her, but I truly understand." As Elka sidled forward and back, Meri'd finally shift her attention that direction, her eyes widened as she murmurs "Oh please Goddess don't tell me you've someone in need of it as well?" Her eyes cast back and Damien snorting quietly "Be right back" as he headed back upstairs, still with the marker in his mind. The same sounds above, and back, and Meri'd take this scroll from Damien and dash a
[2015/10/15 15:19] CaireannLiadan Resident: faint smile over at Elka as she held it out to her. "Here you go... I hope for your sake, or whoever it involves, that you're learning it because you want to, not because..." trailing off and glancing over at Cedar again, her expression dropping once more. To Garrett, she'd dash another apologetic glance, then furrowed her brows as she saw how he looked at Elka? Huh? Obviously -something- going on there... A shake of her head, her wings stretching out slightly then snapping to her back with that soft rustle of movement as she flicked a look between all three, confused as to why a shifter of any sort would go after Cailean, especially since.... Her thoughts fading again and her eyes shifting to the counter in thought.

[2015/10/15 15:25] Cedar Ashland found herself looking over towards Garrett again. A bit of surprise even lifted to get face. Perhaps she should take to speaking to the man more often, for he seemed to have a keen and well informed mind in that head, which Cedar had found to be a rare thing to find. Yet of the few times they'd run into each other he surprised her with more and more smart knowhow and clever assumptions he held. "Aye cuid be," she said with a thoughtful tilt of her head. She was only vaguely familiar with the idea of a tengu, which to her felt more like fae. Then, a look to Meri and she took the scroll, passing a glance Elka's way for her request for the same. She was too focused though, too involved in the issue with Cailean to truly consider why the alpha was after the same spell. Instead, she looked back to Garrett and hummed, thoughtful, before adding, "No' twa sinister a thin' fer a witch or a fae though ta do wi' little reason, aye?" Still.... her gaze snapped to Elka, sudden and intent. "Ken any shifters as be birds, lass?"

[2015/10/15 15:28] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident): /me moved forward to take the scroll from Meri, still doing her best to not look at Garrett though occasionally she snuck a side long glance. She moved back to the spot she had previously occupied looking to the scroll in her hand and then back to Cedar, "You could always find this crow and...lop off a wing. Use it for practice. An eye for an eye, well, a wing, but the sentiment remains the same." She finally looked at Garrett a bit blankly, "I know I for one would absolutely take revenge on someone who hurt my loved ones or me. No mercy." At Cedar's question her attention snapped back to her and she nodded, "Of course. In fact there used to be one..." she was about to say in the pack, but fell silent realizing the company they were in. Moving closer to Cedar she lowered her voice to a whisper, "She tasted delicious."

[2015/10/15 15:40] Garrett (Arex Koltai): /me glanced back and forthe between all three women as they seemed extremely keen on taking was was becoming rather excessive amounts of revenge. He did his best to ignore Elka's veiled threat, crossing his arms and speaking up as if to try and clear the air of all the vengeance talk. His voice was almost a bark, a rarely used skill of his to speak from the diaphragm, "Or we could focus on helping your friend and determining why such an attack occurred." He raised his eyebrows as is if to ask the group if that was somehow too much to request, before looking back to Cedar and tapping his fingers against his upper arms in rapid, sequential motions, nodding to her assessment that it was a pretty cruel thing to do, no matter one's racial affiliation, "Aye...but if was deliberate...why maim someone like that. It's only going to earn you long-standing enemies with no real gain." He perked a brow slightly, "...unless you were going to use the eye for something."

[2015/10/15 15:43] CaireannLiadan Resident flicked her eyes between both women,then over to Garrett for a brief moment, her expression still filled with concern, though as the talk turned to revenge and picking off pieces, the usual calm and reserved Meri's expression shifted to something a bit darker, watching to hear what Elka had to say, the tone of her voice growing harder as she nodded to Elka and murmured "I rather like her idea... bit by bit... and let Cailean do the cutting." A slow resolute nod of her head and the glitter in her gaze considering the possibilities... "Maybe make some crow stew... or just have drumsticks.. a few of them..." Her thoughts fading off as Garrett spoke, her eyes snapping back to him and staring for a moment before it'd click what he said. "Well, other than learning the spell, not much to be done there, however the idea of ...." She'd look over at Cedar and cringe, her imagination getting the better of her as she swallowed hard, the focus shifting "I'm not even going to ask how bad it was, I... can't think
[2015/10/15 15:43] CaireannLiadan Resident: about it, I'm sorry." Her head shaking and a deep sigh as she glanced towards the door remembering that there was a meeting to be had soon. "Please let me know Cedar what happens and how he fares alright?"

[2015/10/15 15:46] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me burst in through the doors with a rather high stepped sort of walk, in other words, silly walking of some sort. She came to a stop, leg lifted as she had been about to take a step, when she saw the group standing about. There seemed to be some tension in the air, and for one, it wasn't her fault. She didn't think at least. Her lifted foot hit the floor when she heard something about a crow. Shew...it wasn't something she'd done. Squirrel, there was a distinct possibility, but no crow. Her ear flicked and she blinked a few times, tail flicking nervously. "Ah be thinkin' is a baaaaaaaaad time ta be strahll'in in here...."

[2015/10/15 15:52] : /me To be honest, Cedar rather liked the way Elka's mind worked. Lob off the bird's wing, an eye for a wing, AND take the thing back from its gullet. Yes, that would suit the fae fine. She seemed passably appeased even for the idea and when the alpha came near with whispered words, Cedar gave a dark and delighted grin. Still, she thought it unlikely this shifter of whom Elka mentioned would be the crow she sought. Before she could turn to any further grimness, Garrett barked out and Cedar looked to him. For this, she said nothing. She had the spell scroll and would learn the magic to heal her man, she'd cared for him in the infirmary and would continue to in the meantime, and she'd ask him more information when he was of sounder mind. For now, it was all she could do. "Still makes me think o' witch or fae, aye?" she replied to Garrett. Then shrugged. "Shifter cuid be a witch too, supposen. Or more like tha tengu, jus' Fer tha malice o' it." Nodding towards Meri, Cedar gave Elka a glance - she'd seek her
[2015/10/15 15:52] Cedar Ashland: her out later. For the spell they both wished to learn or for revenge, or both. Then she gave Garrett a brief smile and said, "Ye hunt monsters, aye lad? Kint think but it'd be guid ta have a mind like yers huntin' this one." A new arrival and Cedar glanced the woman's way, sized her up, then turned for the door. "Mun be off, afore Cailean wakes." A lift of a hand and she was slipping herself out the tower.

[2015/10/15 15:53] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident): /me huffed at Garrett's suggestion, her voice becoming more snippy by the moment, "Sure you could do that. Show mercy, that -never- goes wrong." Her eyes cut to Meri and then Garrett, "I think I've got everything I need, perhaps even a bit more than I thought I needed." There was no -way- Elka was going to thank the woman for the scroll so she just stalked out to go find some place to fume and look over the scroll her gaze sweeping over the creature that made it's way inside as she did.

[2015/10/15 15:59] Garrett (Arex Koltai): /me was mostly happy to see the general atmosphere of the group finally break out of the rather dark cycle they'd stumbled onto. It clouded judgment, if nothing else, something that annoyed him greatly, probably more than anything else. But before anymore could exit his mouth on the subject, a new arrival made a rather spectacular entrance, and Garrett responded by nearly leaping out of his skin, and then staring at the person as though they were covered in bees and any motion would startle them. Eventually, though, he relaxed, and as Cedar mentioned that he knew his way around monsters and the like, he nodded once and smirked, "It's what I do." As Elka made her way out of the tower, Garrett turned to watch her leave, perhaps overly conspicuously so, before turning to face Cedar and Meri again, his face stoic and his arms still crossed. With Cedar making her way out to help her friend, he'd speak to her on the way out, "Hope he feels better." His voice held a certain distance, not knowing the man and
[2015/10/15 15:59] : /me having trouble really feeling too much about someone he didn't know, but he could certainly empathize.

[2015/10/15 16:00] CaireannLiadan Resident just kinda... blinked, head tilting to the figure that burst in, her brows furrowed and lips parting to speak before snapping shut. Well. This was new. "Er, well, sort of yes... we were all actually heading out..." She'd watch Elka storm out, the fact that Meri hadn't even charged her for the scroll coming to mind but, well - she could have, apparently hadn't crossed Elka's mind either, but she'd offer a fading smile to Cedar, her wings sagging with a look of confusion "Did I say something wrong?" glancing to Elka's retreating back and back to Cedar with a lifted brow "Don't worry about the cost, you fixing Cailean is more important. And no you don't owe me for it. Maybe I'll need your help someday." She'd let her eyes slowly trace toward the door again and sigh softly "I need to go. Emma's waiting." This damned meeting. Meri hated meetings. "Pray to the Goddess we find what we need..." then headed for the door herself, knowing Damien would take care of anyone who stayed behind.

[2015/10/15 16:01] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me watched Elka as she went since she sorta recognized her....she'd make a mental note to ask where the mean one had run off to. It's only fun to imitate someone when they were around to suffer the consequences. Them talking about a shifter though....that made her fur stand on end. "Ah swars! It weren'a meee! Ahm notta crow!" she squeaked out, wrapping her tail protectively around herself...like it would do much good. Not like anyone thought it was her anyway but....ya know...just being clear. Plus if she ever did get accused of something, she damn well wanted to enjoy doing it first. She caught the look that Garret gave Elka, or the watching rather. She waggled her eyebrows at the man and then turned her attention to Meri who...seemed to remind her that she had something else to do. Without even being asked, the pooka became part of the group going to the meeting. She'd forgotten she'd said she'd be there for fluffy support!

Dying of boredom while kidnapped, Cedar figures she can at least pass some time studying the Regeneration spell she wishes to learn for Cailean.

[10:01] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had very little to do to fill her hours, prisoner that she was. She worried, of course. Worried after Cailean, hoped he was keeping his eye tended and cleaned, that he hadn't found himself in too much pain and her gone, not there to aid him. It was almost enough, that worry alone, to make her leave the place they'd set her, to make her way home to him and see that he was alright. But .. he was competent and capable, she knew, and she had faith he'd survive a few days without her, even as he was. She still worried though. And she did wonder, if staying here for the sake of finding answers to curiosities was a selfish thing. But no - it'd be good to know more than nothing if someone were out to get her, aye? So ... the only thing to do was wait and find a way to pass the time. To that end, she was fortuned that she'd her spell scroll on her - she always had whatever she worked on with her throughout the day, looking for that moment when she could spend some time and thought upon it - and the tiefling'd
[10:01] only had a mind in searching her for weapons, nothing else. Slipping the scrolls from where it was tucked in her belt, Cedar eyed the vellum critically. It was far the worse for wear through all of this. Crumpled, creased, and dirtied - but at least it was there.

[10:19] It took some time to smooth the vellum back into proper order and even so she couldn't be quite sure the information wasn't now distorted. Always, spell scrolls held patterns and always Cedar felt herself drawn to them. She did not always draw these things out upon her cast, but they helped - even if it was only in the forging of the mana within her mind's eye or the pull and draw of it to weave her spell. "Bugger," she muttered, irritated more for the ruined spellscroll than she was for her own predicament. She sighed, and leaned back against the pillows - because no way did she keep herself within the silly cage they'd put her! - and took to perusing over the written words and notations instead.

[10:24] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) read over the scroll's notations, squinting and turning it a bit whenever she came to a part that had been damaged or smudged. It was like trying to solve a puzzle with a quarter of the pieces missing - yet the fae was determined and she pushed on. For what she /could/ still make out and decipher, she began to sort through the idea within her mind. It was important, firstly, in her opinion, to understand the premise the spell moved under - and then from there she'd choose her method by which to cast. Was it so different then? Cedar wondered, than the way she had to go about to heal a person? If anything, she thought it'd be very much the same, only very much ... well, /more/. Tilting her head thoughtfully, she considered that with what she looked over. "Aye," she lilted in quiet affirmation of her thoughts. "Migh'nt be easiest then ta think o' it so."

[10:52] "You could just leave, you know," broke what had otherwise been silence about the fae. Though ... it was unlikely anyone but Cedar heard it. She sighed, long suffering and frustrated and amused, and pulled her attention away from the scroll she looked over, glancing towards Grigory a moment and he spoke more. "Get yourself another, fresh scroll of instructions. Help your man in his healing. NOT be in danger. You know, normal, sane things people would do?" Cedar snorted and shook her head, shrugged and looked back to the scroll. "Will do sae soon enough," she lilted to him sweetly, and vaguely so none of the guards about could have any inkling what she spoke on.

[11:01] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) passed time in this fashion after. Looking the scroll over, having side commentary here and there with Grigory - he'd ask questions, or she would, the other'd answer and she'd look back to her scroll. She struggled through it of course. The information it held was damaged like the vellum it sat upon, and she tried to leave holes within what she studied, to be filled in later - instead of suppositions of what the information that should have been there was. Still, eventually even this was not enough to keep Cedar's interest or frustrations for very long. And after some time had passed, she rolled the damaged scroll back up, shoved it back through her belt, and faceplanted in the pillows with a groan.

Elka and Cedar discuss the Regeneration Spell they both are learning, and the trying out of it for practice. One thing leads to another and talk turns to gathering up a victim by which to practice - payment of vengence for deeds done wrong to the alpha. A specimen on which they could practice.

[14:21] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) likely picked the dumbest place in this whole room to lay herself flat upon the floor. Yet there she was, sprawled, gaze set to the fire, body shifting idly here and there. She'd a bit of vellum on the floor before her, one that had quite of bit of writing done upon it - not by her. And she looked to it from time to time.

[14:22] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) had finally made her way back to the den, her cheeks a bit pink from the exertion of her dodging the leaves that fell from the trees. It was a...not long story at all, but she wasn't about to explain and seem less bad ass than she was. Her hands went to the scarf that was draped over her head and torso about to uncover her head when she saw Cedar laying in the middle of the room. What a silly place to sit where there were so many other places though she was sure that likely wasn't the only silly thing the fae did. She stepped towards her and looked down at the vellum and the woman, "You're lucky it's me and not one of those bull headed bears. They notice nothing and would likely have trampled right over you. Brutes."

[14:29] The vellum, Elka would find, was merely the regeneration spell that Cedar was studying. When she spoke, Cedar glanced upwards to the alpha, said nothing about the pinkness of her cheeks (it could have merely been due to a chill wind after all), and grinned. "Wuidna be tha first time I was a burr under somebody's foot," was her reply. Then she moved, sitting up with a curious expression. "I take it tha Singarti did their part?" she lilted after. "Wha' wi' yon blight be ended an' all ..." Being so busy on her warpath of vengence against black birds and the matter of Cailean's eye, Cedar was quite out of the loop on the current happenings of the isle.

[14:35] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) looked from the vellum to her face and chuckled the image of Cedar as a burr in someone's foot was quite the accurate image. She nodded her head to the question, "We did. I see you got yourself free of your kidnappers." Lowering herself to the ground she sat near to the fae, but not quite near enough to be touched, "Viveka had thought I'd need to use my very specific set of skills though I'm not above a bit of payback if needed." Her eyes fell to the vellum again and she changed the subject, "I was able to regrow a mouse foot, but that's the most I've been able to do."

[14:41] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) perked a brow at the mention of being kidnapped and having escaped but said nothing of the matter. She couldn't have known what Viveka would do with the information Grigory gave nor with whom she'd take it - but seeing as Cailean hadn't been told before she returned, she'd assumed Viveka had kept it to herself unless the fae didn't make it. A nod was all she gave for the question but when payback was spoke of Cedar snorted and rolled her eyes. "No need. Wasna a thin' what was done ta me. Dint see anyone save tha guards whilst I were there. Was why I left, aye?" It had been the most dull three days she could remember ever having suffered through. Turning her attention back down to the vellum as well, her gaze flickered up to Elka's keen and inquisitive a moment. "I've no' e'en tried that much yet," she admitted. "Mun make certain I ken it right."

[14:46] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) gave a thoughtful nod to her saying there was no need for payback, but then lifted her eyes to look at the fae again, "I suppose that's where we differ. The took one of us, that in itself seems like it needs payback, but considering the last few days and all that's gone on perhaps we'll put that off. Can't let those thing they can mess with the pack and get away with it." Clearing her throat she let the topic shift back to the spell, "I had thought to maybe cut off a finger or toe of Kindo's and try it out on him originally, but thought I should be sure I can make it come back first. I don't think he would take kindly to missing a body part no matter how small." The tip of her tongue ran over her gums where her fangs used to be, "You've not tried it out on anyone at all?"

[14:50] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) dipped her head - how surprised was Elka? - to acknowledge the alpha's thoughts on the matter of her abduction and the greater view of its importance, relevant to the pack. But then, Cedar knew she wasn't meant for leading any group of people. And this was one of the many reasons why. The fae winced a little at the thought of cutting someone's finger or toe off just to try the spell out. She understood the hesitancy Elka had for it, nodded, and then shook her head again for the question posed to her. "I havena. But then ... there's only Cailean as be missin' any part o' his anatomy fer tha tryin'. And I'd no' get his hopes up till am certain I'm capable o' returnin' ta him his eye."

[14:54] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) couldn't help the amused chuckle that bubbled from her. She didn't -mean- to laugh, but the fact that the man had a bird peck out his eye and the image even of such a thing happening.....there were a serious of coughs as she tried to hide the fact that she laughed and then composed herself and gave a serious nod, "How will you know you can do it if you never try it out?" There were a couple more awkward coughs as if she were fighting more laughter before she quite aggressively cleared her throat and got it to stop.

[14:59] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) could tell Elka was laughing, but the /why/ of her laughter was beyond the fae. For all she knew, Elka laughed at the fact Cedar hadn't tried out the spell on another yet, or that she didn't wish to do so on Cailean till she had it perfect. Cedar didn't know. So she stared at the alpha, expressionless, waiting for her laughter to subside. And though she heard the question asked, she waited until the laughter had stopped completely before bothering to answer it. "Figgered as I'd try i'tout on a bitty, a'course. Jus' havena gone ta fetch one jus' yet. Dint think 'twuid hurt ta spend a bit more time in tha studyin' o' tha spell first."

[15:06] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) furrowed her brow a bit trying to figure out just what she was talking about, "A what? A bitty? " She had literally never heard of such a thing in all of her years, though even at her age she supposed there could be things she hadn't yet heard of let alone encountered though it was likely Cedar was just using some word for something else she did know. Her hand came up to tug at the scarf around her neck a bit before suggesting, "You know, since you've been gone the mer have gotten a bit....bold." Her lips curled up to show Cedar that her fangs were missing, "Perhaps we could...procure one and do a bit of cutting and experimenting of our own. Unless you've got a better idea?"

[15:15] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) snorted with a roll of her eyes - a thing she often did when people didn't understand her. Like it was /their/ fault she spoke such broken common. "A bitty ... like ... a bitty critter, aye?" Translation: small animal of nondescript specificity. Elka talking about the mer and their boldness at first drew zero attention from Cedar. Uncaring, generally, about the back and forth tug of war between the factions and the races -- yet when the alpha's lip curled back and showed a lacking of teeth where tooth should be, the fae shuddered, lips pursing together and eyes narrowing, a faint surge of light flickering behind the vivid green of her gaze briefly. "Am fresh out o' guid ideas," she said. Then her lips spread wide into a rather ferocious looking grin. It was feral and predatory, bringing to mind the wolf she truly was (that ... nobody in the pack had ever seen yet. Do they even believe her when she says she shifts form??) and she added, "Bad ones seem ta be in plenty. Better a bad one than none a'tall."

[15:22] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) had recognition flash across her face once Cedar explained what she meant by a bitty and then at the grin the fae showed, one began to form upon Elka's lips as well, "Exactly. The way -I- see it, they took my fangs. The very thing I need to stay alive and the idani was even dumb enough to tell Red and Kindo who done it. It seems her mate thought that was the best recourse for needing to feed. As if a bird would seek out revenge on a human for choosing to eat it. It's ridiculous." She had begun to ramble a bit without even realizing, "So I say, we snatch the Idani's mate. Use him for spell practice, perhaps we'll fix him up before we return him and perhaps we won't...."

[15:33] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded along a bit while Elka rambled. Though at some point a look of irritation filtered over her features, head tilting a little with an ear that twitched, as though she was listening to something else. She shook her head minutely, then flicked a hand in irritated, dismissive gesture to the air at her side. But finally, the fae looked to her side with a scowl and started chattering in gaelic. (if Elka knows gaelic, can provide what she says) Well, chattering wasn't quite accurate. It seemed more like she argued. But, there wasn't anyone there. Not corporeal at any rate.

[15:35] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) perked a brow when Cedar began to have some kind of...fit of sorts. Of course Elka didn't speak gaelic despite speaking other languages and so she had no idea that what was coming out of her mouth was actual words. Though she didn't say anything and just kind of watched hoping that she'd either snap out of it or explain exactly what was going on...

[15:43] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) continued on, seemingly as fey cray as she ever was apparently. It escalated, then grew tense - she was emphatic, and it was a shame Elka didn't know gaelic because Cedar spoke gaelic beautifully, almost musical really and not at all the way she garbled common. In the end, frowning, Cedar looked back to Elka with a sigh. "Dint be mindin' all tha'," she lilted with another dismissive flick of her hand to the air beside her. "He's no' verra fond o' tha idea o' what we mean ta be doin' and dint be thinkin' as how I shuid get involved. But we'll no' be jus' tha twa o' us do we go after tha Idani's mate." Because Cedar had a friend with her always and they'd just had a row about what was being planned. Grigory didn't want to be any part of such horrible nonsense, but in the end Cedar won -- and no, not because she can control him but because one way or another Cedar /would/ have to practice that spell. After she'd spoke though, Cedar blinked a bit, realising what she'd just said - Idani. And then she looked
[15:43] to Elka. "Wha's Idani anyway? Ne'er heard such a word afore this isle." But she /had/ heard it once before this moment here with Elka. When she met a woman that was so styled as 'Idani'. Hell, they even had tea together with Emma (who Cedar didn't know was the new elven queen. she really /is/ out of the loop.)

[15:47] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) knew the fae was a bit..off her rocker so to speak and by off her rocker she meant had a fetish for the dead, so she didn't give any odd looks, but she did listen to her explain. Her eyes did dart around the room however as if looking for signs of this invisible friend before turning back to Cedar, "She's the...leader of the mer." That was the easiest way to explain it she supposed, "Their alpha I guess you could say." Elka had only learned herself not long ago what exactly it was and meant, "I have...Red working on getting close to the mer and getting us information to make this whole thing easier without any of us getting hurt." It seemed as if she was done talking but then she finally blurted out, "And none of this can be mentioned to Kindo. Not a peep."

[15:52] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) was going to have mull over that one later. Abducting the mate of the queen of the mer to help exact vengeance on behalf ot the alpha. The alpha whom ... had been attacked by the mer queen's mate, her fangs removed ... what the hell had started the whole thing then? She thought it unlikely Elka would be attacked in such a manner for no reason. But ... maybe? Which begged the question of if Cedar should truly aid Elka in this endeavor. Fae and balance and whatnot. Sighing a little, Cedar rubbed the bridge of her nose, already putting together in her mind the list of things she'd need to be prepared for this. Grigory would be a boon to them, she knew. The unseen enemy always landed a harder hit and held the element of surprise. Grigory had that in spades and Cedar could too. Which had her recounting the spells she had at her disposal and the potions that could be made and ... "Kindo? Whye'er for?"

[15:57] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) was innocent. She had just been hungry. Things derailed. Fangs came out. Of course if there was a need for balance Elka could likely blur enough lines....At the question of Kindo, she sucked in a breath that made a slight hissing noise and she tried to figure out how to explain it to her, "Well, he apparently thinks I am made of glass and would likely lock me in a tower to make his job easier. If he knew I was going out and putting myself in a bit of danger to be sure we got a mer I'd likely not hear the end of it." Her shoulders lifted as she shrugged, "Apparently the idea that I've lived as long as I have without him and became alpha without him is lost upon the stubborn bear."

[15:59] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded thoughtfully at that. If explanations were to be needed, that would all come later. For now, she stood, vellum in one hand as her hands stretched up over her head. "Ye'll be needin' somewhere ta keep 'im?" she asked, uncertain. "Or did ye no' longer care fer Kindo ta be knowin' wha' yer up to after ye've a'ready caught tha mer?"

[16:00] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) stood just after Cedar did and then put her hands on her hips as the question was asked. She pointed at her, "I hadn't considered that, yeah, we'll likely need a place to keep him. No need to bust the secret wide open before the good stuff gets to happen."

[16:05] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) considered. She'd her Inn of course, but that was on the square in Aberwyth and likely to gain attention if loud noises were heard. She'd a home in the wilds but wasn't keen on Cailean being made savvy either. "Mebbe speak wi' Viveka on tha matter? Migh'nt be as she'd let us use a room o' hers ..." Though Cedar wasn't certain. She shrugged a bit, then lifted brows, an idea clear in her mind. "Send Kindo away, lass. Gi' him a task as mun needs doin' that'll send him gone fer some days - when yer ready, aye? Wuid be better ta bring tha mer 'ere. Safest an' all that." For them.

[16:07] Elka Petrova (Adylin Resident) considered the idea and then slowly began to nod as she thought it over, "That's pretty brilliant actually. Besides he has the forge, there are tons of things that could keep him busy long enough for us to do what we need to do. That's what we'll do then." She brushed her hands on her pants as if it were all a done deal.

With thoughts of her discussion with Elka and the spellscroll before her, Cedar attempts the regeneration spell upon herself, in hopes of reforming smoothed skin where the scarred ridges of Elka's magical healing marred her.

[09:04] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had had a fine few days of carnal and affectionate bliss lazing about their home with Cailean. They hadn't been entirely lazy days of course, for they'd taken some time to move their things back to the village - Cedar's struggle to make it home after being sorely wounded the last full moon heavy on their minds. With unspoken agreement, they'd both returned to their usual daily routines this morning, bringing that hiatus from responsibility to an end. And for her part, Cedar took up the spellscroll she'd gotten from Meri and stepped into her workspace to mull over it.

[09:13] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) murmured in quiet repetition of what she was reading. She walked with the absent idleness of a mind deep in thought and contemplation, and made her way to her worktable, setting the scroll down on it. Her thoughts turned towards Elka and her talk of attempting the spell out, of practice. And then her mind moved to the scarred ridges along her back and side, hand moving towards them to trace their pattern.

[09:35] "Aye then," Cedar murmured to herself with a slow nod of her head to coincide. She looked to the vellum unfurled before her, soaking up its suggestions and information one more time. She'd try it first then on herself since there was a bit she could try to remend in the moment. It wasn't ideal, attempting such magics upon yourself until you had practiced them first on others, but she thought it was not too risky a thing. Turning, Little Tree rested her hip against her work table and rolled up her shirt, tucking it out of the way before she set her hands to her skin to begin to weave the magic.

[09:40] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) closed her eyes as she envisioned the ways she'd like this spell to work. It would be formed along the same ideas she used to heal another but she knew the push of power and the drain would be much more. A crystal then, to hold as amplifier within her off hand. Cedar reached into a nearby drawer of her work table to pull one out then held it loose within her palm as the mana gathered round her.

[09:49] Now she began to draw a pattern along the ridged scar that marred her skin. The mana gathered in her crystal-holding palm and fed itself through the fae, leaving lines that showed the pattern drawn with her other fingertips. Soft whites and gentle blues, astral markings of her magic, they limned her scar with the runes written, with a pause given here or there. Of what she did to heal another, what and where should the weave be adjusted or replaced? Cedar wondered. The portion of the healing spell that held the idea of something current, for that she wrote instead lines and runes meant to bring forth memory, reminding her body of how it should have been formed instead.

[10:01] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) thought that was the correct way for her to intuit the adjusting of healing magic she already knew and sought to build upon. She thought she could feel the spell grow sturdy, she thought the pulse of mana flowing through her held the idea she meant to weave of its threads. Another pattern, another rune etched in mana upon the scars and Cedar felt the spellweave complete. Cedar let out her breath, anxiousness clenching at her belly, and after a brief thought of prayer to her goddess she let go her grasp upon the spell. Come what may for the sake of practice - though she dearly hoped she had succeeded.

[10:05] Now that the casting of the magic was over, the doubts and worries that plagued the fae crept back in. Her fingers had stilled upon the place she'd written her last runed pattern and she trembled anxiously. Why did this spell mean so much to her? she wondered. And yet, the answer was quick on the spell's heels. For Cailean and what she'd give back to him, of course. So then, did she succeed? Letting her fingers move finally, it was smoothed skin that Cedar felt, not ridged scars to mar it. A smile, hesitant and hopeful, lifted upon her face and she moved her hand and arm to take a look. "Aye then," she lilted, far less heavy in how the words were spoken than when she'd begun. But to erase a scar was a mere parlour trick she'd wager, in the face of recreating an entire eye. "Still - 'tis guid ta ken I be inthe righ' way o' thinkin' and handlin' o tha spell ..."

It was a quiet afternoon in the infirmary and watching over one of the students in their task, Cedar sat down with the spellscroll, intent to imprint as much of it as she could within her mind before finally attempting to restore Cailean's eye.

[16:07] No sooner had Cailean left than Cedar pulled a scroll from a loop of her belt and settled back where she sat to unroll it. The briefest flicker of her attention followed after Lily, but in short order the fae was quite absorbed by the things she read and mused over.

[16:30] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) sighed a little, feeling a headache growing, but this was a thing she could not fail. Setting the scroll on her lap, Cedar trailed a finger along the patterns it showed. She drew the lines and murmured the names of the runes she'd also included when she'd tested it out for herself. That had been a fine thing, to see the way her flesh had healed from the scars that marred it over the rest of the day. But she knew that to reform an eye was a far larger project and she'd felt how taxing already the spell could be. Should she make use of crystals once again? she wondered, to bolster and amplify her magic? It'd seemed to help when she'd tested the spell upon herself. "Aye, well, it canna hurt at any rate," she muttered.

[16:46] Or could it? If she got the spell wrong, if she couldn't finish what she started or she held too much mana at the time - what would happen? And would it hurt Cailean if she failed in the end? Scowling, Little Tree shook her head as though to shake the doubtful, worrisome thoughts from her mind and flopped back against the chair. With a light, frustrated groan, she held the scroll aloft before her and fixed her attention to it, steely eyed in her determination.

[16:56] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) padded into the Infirmary, the inclination to knock hit her, but she'd just pause for a brief moment, then tucking her wings about her shoulders, opened the door and pushed in... Her eyes flicked about, the soft smile on her lips as the scents assailed her nose. For once, she wasn't in a rush, nor worried about any immediate issue. It was... nice. Imagine that. All she wanted to do, was find Cedar. "Hello?" Her soft voice came, the musical tones perhaps a little fainter, but - hopeful.

[17:00] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) remained engrossed in her persual of the scroll she held before her, a look of frustrated determination on her face. Her eyes were narrowed, lips pursed, saving for when they moved in that slight way of one reciting words read in an effort to retain them in their mind. She leaned forward, setting the scroll upon her lap then, and began to trace the patterns just as she'd done before. Over by the apothecary counters stood a healer mixing together tonics and in the back room were nurses tending to their wards. Above them came the sound of a set or two of feet moving about the library -- but it was Meri's voice that drew her attention - briefly - from her task. A twitch of her ear and the fae lifted her head, glancing over towards the door. "Guid eve t'ye Merialeth," Cedar's voice lilted along the words as the fae lifted a hand to beckon the avariel to her. Yet she'd already returned her gaze to the scroll held upon her lap before she'd finished her greeting.

[17:03] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan)'s smile warmed as she heard and saw Cedar, the curve of her lips growing as she carefully padded her way around those within busy about their tasks and moved towards the welcome warmth of the fireplace and her friend's voice. "Good evening, Cedar... I'm glad to see you..." then noting what it was she was studying so fiercely, quietened and nodded in understanding, perfectly content to wait til she'd finished what needed to be done.

[17:06] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) smiled briefly, her gaze lifting to Meri as she did. Then Cedar rose and moved to the sofa so that she could sit beside her friend and not raise her voice to speak over to her. "D'ye ken, Meri," she said slowly with a bit of ruefulness to her smile, "But I think as I'm afeared o' tryin' this spell on Cailean - an' failin'. Goddess knows he dint let himself hope a'tall tha' I can gi' him back his eye." Sinking down onto the sofa, she set her attentions once more to the scroll. "Tried i'ton meself tha other day like an' was sae simple a thing I'd done but it took sae much focus an' mana both. I worrit, is all, that e'en though I'd been successful in tha doin', I'll no be able ta do sae when it matters mos'."

[17:12] Merialeth Windstar (CaireannLiadan) didn't settle until Cedar had, perched at the edge and tucking her wings as best she could to keep them clear of Cedar and the back both. Her head tilting as she listened to Cedar's words, the smile on her lips softening at the idea and nodding "That - I can understand all too well - it's one of those things... you... you just have to go on Faith." She'd shrug softly, "She's not failed me yet... even with everything falling down around us, She didn't. You just have to trust that the time you've spent, and the energy you've measured into it, will be what it needs. And if you try, and it doesn't work? Doesn't mean you can't try again." She furrowed her brows a bit then gave a faint laugh and shrugged again. "I do understand though... and I know you, too well. You won't fail."

[17:19] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded slowly though her lips bent to the side a bit, clear that she'd rather something more concrete by which to gain her reassurance. "I'm none sae sure as Cailean'd let me try again did I fail," she murmured but sighed and traced the scroll's patterns. "I mean ta do tha spell upon him tonigh', aye?" she lilted - only if there was anything to be said after, it was cut off by the sudden sound of a harshly opened door. Cedar glanced over her shoulder, brows rising at the sight of Alex, and then wary concern appearing when she took in the general state of their demeanor. Alex, ever cognizant of the secrecy with which was typically needed, walked towards Cedar, who rose to meet them, the larger garou bending to murmur into her ear. What was said by the NPC Singarti guard was brief and terse, but their meaning clear enough to the fae and when Alex turned to leave it was with a look of heightened irritation and long suffering that Cedar went to sit back down by Meri. "Wuid seem ..." she said quite slowly and
[17:19] with her hands rolling up the spellscroll to put away, "...as how 'll hae justice served ta me do I set foot once more wi'in tha Vale?" It was spoken in a semi-questioning way, with a slightly inquisitive look given the avariel - did she know of what Cedar spoke?

Cedar feels that she is ready, and if she spends anymore time practicing and studying the spell she'd drive herself crazy. So she brings it up with Cailean and then sets forth to mend the eye he'd lost - her whole purpose for learning the regeneration spell.

[13:59] When he hadn't found Cedar at the tavern, he'd tried the infirmary. When he hadn't found her there, he went home, being that the only other place he could think to find her would be out in the woods collecting herbs and 'bitties' as she ilked to call them. He'd still no idea what a bittie was, but whatever it was, she certainly used them well. "Ah, there you are," he said, nodding and smiling. "I was looking for you." He made sure to put a certain kind of /un/certainty into that smile.

[14:03] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) looked up from the book she read when Cailean came through the door. She smiled at first, then shrugged with faint confusion on her face and closed the book, setting it aside. "Was 'ere, aye? Fer tha mos' part at any rate. Mun keep meself busy since ye'd gone on ta do yer Wardens work an' all, lad." A pause and the loft of an inquisitive brow as she asked, "How was it then? Ye be spendin' sae much time wi' me braither an' I've no' seen him a'tall."

[14:10] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) nodded, sat down beside her, and kicked his legs out. "Aye," he replied, then turned to look at her as she called him a lad. "He's well. I'd talked to him about what you'd told me last night." There came a pause here as he considered how to phrase the next bit of news that he meant to give her. His gaze fell to the floor and a thoughtful expression came over him. "He told me that he was going to deal with your Alpha -- that it was time for new leadership." He lifted his gaze toward her and grimaced.

[14:13] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) only snorted, brows lofting again but this time with a wryly amused look to her features. "Och, tha' so then?" she said in reply to this news - and clearly she didn't take it very serious. "An' who's that ta be then, did he say? Surely he dint mean it as himself. Nor more any o' tha others within tha pack as there be." Shaking her head, Cedar shifted in the chair so she faced more towards him, leaning against the arm in an idle manner. "An' were there anythin' more what he said?"

[14:16] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) shook his head. "No? Nothing?" He let out an exasperated sigh. "No, he'd said nothing of the sort. Rather, he informed me that he didn't much care for the politics of the different races on the Isle. He agreed with your estimation of things, and that we'd watch to see how things unfold." Cailean shrugged. "He said that the Alpha approached him though about an alliance -- or at least a truce. He said he'd like to find out why she attacked someone in the Vale, and the Idani, before he made any decisions."

[14:23] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) didn't at first understand what Cailean was telling her. She heard the words fine, but couldn't place their meaning. It took his relaying what had /actually/ been said by her brother for her to get he'd made the prior sentiment up - and then been disappointed by her reaction to it. At which point, Cedar gave Cailean a briefly narrowed eye and a purse of her lips in silent reproach before standing and shrugging yet again. "Guid luck ta him on that one. I've a fine time tryin' ta get information out o' Elka." Standing before him, Cedar bent forward a bit, resting the flat of one palm on the arm of his chair. "Let me take a look at yer eye a tick."

[14:26] Cailean (Alistair Greymyst) blinked. "Elka, is it? The lass from the party? Had a scowl on her face like sour wine?" In the red dress? He frowned. "Well. He knows what I know, at any rate, and I think we'll be well served for it, the three of us, if we make sure we're watching each other's backs." When she came close and leaned forward, he reached out and set his hand against her forearm, then shrugged and moved his eyepatch out of the way. "Just stopped itching the other day. Think it's well and healed now and it doesn't smell like rot. I was thinking I could keep things in there, magic gems and the like."

[14:29] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) nodded. "Dint ken ye'd no notion tha alpha's name. Figgered as Batman'd tellt ye if'n he were speakin' t'ye on matters o' truces an' all." It didn't seem of any consequence to Cedar that she'd just shared that tidbit with Cailean. He was her husband now, after all. "Shuidna let on ye ken yerself mebbe. Nor more speak of it to another. She's a stickler fer keepin' it a bit o' secret like. Ne'er really understood tha why meself though." She'd been looking over the state of his eye while speaking and found the healing of it quite satisfactory. The faintest smile was given him then - Wuid ye no' rather keep yer /eye/ in there then? Fer do think as I'm ready ta mend it fer ye."

[14:31] It was something of a strange feeling, not having the eyepatch on. It felt as if it made more sense to his body that he'd not been able to see because of the eyepatch, and not that the eyepatch was simply there to cover the ghastly wound. He blinked at her, and his other eyelid sort of fluttered oddly, before he tilted his head. "You're ready for that, then? I'd--.. well, I'd just gotten it to stop itching. And I've gotten a few compliments for the eyepatch." He frowned. "Though I'd like my eye back. Are you sure?"

[14:34] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) looked to Cailean with an expression determined and dubious in the same. "Well, I kint be knowin' until I do it, like. But I'd done a smaller idea o' it on meself tha other day. Ye'll remember - tha scars I'd had after tha full moon, were gone and tha' was from me hand wi' magick." Drawing in a breath, Cedar reached up to gently move the eye patch further away from his eye, then straightened and slipped a hand in her pocket, pulling a crystal she fit snug into her palm.

[14:39] "If you're ready then let's get to it." Cailean pulled the eyepatch off, eager to have his eye back -- and thus a sense of depth perception. He'd still likely wear the damn thing, if only because he'd gotten used to it and liked to think it made him look particularly roguish, but at least he'd have the eye if he needed it. He reached for her hand, pulled it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to it. "You've my appreciation, love," he said with a smile. "Just try to get the color right."

[14:44] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) had smiled, softly even, when instead of the doubt and wary fright she'd expected him to exhibit, he seemed ready and willing for her to get started, even going so far as to kiss her hand. Of course, that softened smile gave way to wryness swiftly for talk of the coloring of his eye. "I'm no' creatin' anythin' truly fer ye, Cailean," she lilted. "Only usin' magic ta remind yer body how it mun be formed like. It'll be whate'er tha color'd been before." At least, that was how Cedar /supposed/ the spell worked. Not willing to let herself begin doubting again now, she looked at his face, using it as an extra measure of determination for what she meant to do. Then she let her eyes close a moment while beginning to pool mana together, the simplest part of it all she figured, draw and gather, pool and grow, mana that she knew she'd need in dire quantity before the spell could end. (1/3)

[14:46] Cailean was terrified, but he hid it well. There was half a dozen things that might've gone wrong, from too many eyes to one too large, too small, or--.. /anything/. He just didn't want her to doubt and make a mistake because of his own anxieties concerning magic. Besides, she'd been doing well so far. He exhaled slowly and waited while she began her casting.

[14:53] Cailean might have been surprised to learn that Cedar herself was terrified of those same things and more. What if she couldn't mend it? What if she made it worse? She'd talked such a confident game about her talent and skill and more, her determined diligence to see it healed, and what if she simply couldn't in the end? Drawing in a few slow and deep breaths to calm, Cedar pushed her mind away from the worried thoughts that clouded it, forcing it to fix upon the spell. Her eyes opened now, resting unerringly upon Cailean's face as the magic began to grow visible she held in her hand. It all seemed to gather round the one holding the crystal -- yet from there it seemed to somehow paint the fingers of her other hand like a glove. This hand came to hover a space from Cailean's damaged eye. It'd been similar to how she cast the healing magic to mend his wounds, the way she drew patterns and designs. But the designs were different and with particular runes etched in mana within. Slowly, Cedar
[14:53] referenced each of the patterns she'd sought to use before. Niggling doubts came to the edge of her thinking but she grit her teeth and set her jaw in stubborness against them and forged on. Just as slowly, the crystal she held beagn to pulsate with the might of the magic she had begun to wield. No simple spell was this regeneration, forcing a body to reforge itself anew to what it had once been. And yet there the small fae stood, diligent and determined to see it through.
[14:53] Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland): (2/3) *

[14:55] What if she grew an eye where an eye wasn't supposed to be? What then? Or what if the eye popped out and somehow, he could still see through it? And he could put it somewhere and keep watch over something without ever having to be there? Or, even worse, what if he was able to see again but it was his original eye, floating somewhere in a jar? He shuddered at the last thought and girded himself against any further movement. He hoped this would just.. regrow an eye. Gods he did.

[14:59] Alright. Maybe Cailean feared a lot more than Cedar did. Goddess knows his inner dialogue is a lot more inventive and varied than Cedar's own! As it was however, the fae had finally managed to form the spell within the center of her mind. And there, it took hold of the magic she held, the magic that traced along the lines and designs, the runes she'd drawn with it upon the injured area of his eye. It surged the magic held gathered round the crystal brighter, and let the spell sink into Cailean's form. What an odd strange feeling it would have thereafter -- for the spell took hold, but time was yet still needed for the eye to reform. (3/3)

[15:01] Felt the magic go into him and--.. ah, /gods/, it began itching again right there in the socket. He lifted a hand to cover it, and had to stop himself from scratching it. He made a small sound of--.. well. It was a small, strangled sound, but it didn't seem as though he could see anything yet. Right. She said it'd take awhile. Yet he felt very fatigued then, and with a slow nod, he pulled the eyepatch back down. "Think it's.. working. I think I'm going to need a lot of food and rest the next few days as well. Seems.. well, it itches."

[15:04] Little Tree (Cedar Ashland) licked her lips nervously and let go her remaining hold upon the magic. The spell was cast and the chips would fall where they willed now. Only time would tell if it was a success. Turning, Cedar moved across the workroom she'd claimed and opened a drawer to set the crystal within it. Yet she smiled, a hopeful thing, pleased to hear about the itching. "Tha's guid then. Means it be healin' now it do." Not that it hadn't already healed before but ... she hoped it was healing in a restorative manner this time.