A Sticky Kiss
Log Info
- Title: A Sticky Kiss
- Emitter: Cryosanthia
- Characters: Cryosanthia, Braelnoir, Morgan, Thurid
- Place: A07: Lower Alexandria Market District, Fernwood Pub
- Time: Tuesday, January 05, 2021, 5:34 PM
- Summary: Morgan is travelling through the lower market when she encounters Braelnoir. Thurid and Cryosanthia arrive soon after. Brael kisses Cryo on the neck and discovers the icy sith has let her cold aura get out of hand and she's as cold as a light pole, and the two are stuck together, much to Lily and Morgan's amusement. A spell and some Ogre moonshine later and they are separated. They go into the Fernwood and discus the recent demons they've dealt with. Sheep in Thurid's case, scorpions in Cryo's. Thurid is called to the colosseum to deal with a serious injury, leaving only Brael and Cryo to discuss things. The half-sil Fernwood server, Kaeryn, overhears and proudly announces that Brae's friend Lars is going to teach her how to be a sorceress since she excells so well in the qualifications. Braelnoir and Cryo explain, Lars is not a friend and she should stay far away.
Lower Market
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Just west of the Northern Highbridge and east of the arena, commerce blooms. Noisy and bustling, most anything may be purchased here for a price. Vendors from all cultures sell their wares from exotically colored carts, and the smells of different nations and far-off city-states mix with local ones from Alexandria and its riverbanks.
For all its commerce, visitors are advised to keep hold of their purses. Even the merchants possess a certain, cunning look. Most are positioned at carts or stalls as opposed to a formal storefront, with trade here being mobile, and visiting from all parts of the world.
Though the quality of goods suffers here compared to Upper Alexandria, the options are more diverse. Too, the oversight of the Watch is slightly less, and during times events are held at the Arena, chaos abounds. After dark, the square becomes a hangout for bards and other entrepreneurs whose business is best conducted by night; the shadows at the edges of the square often contain furtive figures engaging in their own brand of business.
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Appearing, in Order =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Morgan 4'10" 79 Lb Half-Elf Female Short pixy like half elf with fair skin Braelnoir 5'11" 146 Lb Human Female A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver. Thurid 7'1" 249 Lb Giantborn Female Bright-eyed, muscular, blond Giantborn woman. Cryosanthia 6'9" 291 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
It's evening. The Lower Market isn't entirely closed up, but it's not very open. The early darkness, the poor weather, the ice in the harbour have stopped a lot of merchants setting up. A cold wind blows from the west, and while it is not snowing, there are tiny drifts of hard flurries caught at the corners of buildings, in the cracks of steps, and against the wheels of carts that have stood in place too long. The stars shine brightly, where they are not blocked by clouds, and the air is dry and very crisp. Delicate sorts should employ lip-balm, otherwise they might crack.
Morgan walks in from the pub door but takes a second to turn around to say in there "card counting is not cheating you sore loser." she makes a hand motion that migh of been a spell to stop something tossed at her. She turns around and walks to the main area. Colder'n Taara's twisted nethers, it is!
Brae, bundled in heavy wools under her militant accessories thanks to her Many Garments' sleeves, is nonetheless still rosy at the cheek as she strides through the mist formed from her breath. That the materials aren't available isn't the vendor's fault, the weather thends to do things to supply chains. She knows that from experience, but, the lack of wares isn't made any less annoying for the understanding.
The Korite's attention is drawn to the vocalizations of Morgan off near the pub and her course changes as a result. Once the deflected missile clatters to the ground at the magess' feet, she lifts a hand with a, "'ey, luv! Ya makin' bosom buddies again?" in a fondly teasing way.
Thurid is out and about in the cold, and though rosy cheeked and red nosed like most, she seems unperturbed by the chill. Especially given her choice of garments leaves arms, knees and impressively muscled abdomen bare to the elements. The Jotunborn comes wandering into the market, currently dressed in her more casual attire, rather than her usual clerical vestments, although the icon of Angoron still hangs proudly from her neck.
A white-scaled sith'makar woman enters the marketplace, eating from a newspaper wrapper and dressed somewhat unusually. She wears a garment that is a cross between overalls and fishing waders, made of an oiled fabric. It's not exactly flattering and looks unusual, especially with a sleeve-leg for her tail. It's in white, as is an overstuffed jacket which is across her shoulders, doesn't do up in the front, and has an absurdly sized hood which is up. A large dragon-eye symbol, formed with Sildanyari lettering that spells 'Cryo' fills the chest piece over the overalls completely.
Cryo breaks a piece of fried fish from fillet in her wrapper and pops it in her mouth. Almost immediately she straightens up. hissing, "Lily. Don't drop hot food down my back. Or in the haverssack. Food in mouth. Yesss?" <draconic>
"Yesss." A high-pitched reply comes out of the hood.
Taking in the surroundings, the whitescale greets the others, "Morgan, Brael, Peace on your Nests." She's closer to the Fernwood, and tends to look at it whenever she passes.
Morgan looks over "always my dear." she holds up a pouch that might be full of coins "Hungry foods on the ones that played cards against?" She stops when she hears Cryo talking to something hidden in her hood "New friend in there?"
Braelnoir smirks, 'Sure, luv ta dine on a sucker's tab!' she returns with a wink to Morgan. She steps in to the half elf, giving her a hugs and a little kiss before she steps in towards the Sith with a fond(?) growling, "I missed you, Cryosanthia, and you, Little Fang!" before she embraces the palescale and lifts her chin to kiss the underside of her chin. <draconic>
Mrf.
The Korite's eyes open, pursed lips still lingering on lovely scales and she humms a note of dismay as a little tug on those scales is detected. The upside is, with her eyes more or less turned up to Cryo's throat, she doesn't realize she's gotten herself into a sticky spot with an Angorite about.
Yet.
Thurid spies a familiar whitescale- not all that many white scaled Sith-makar about, after all, and even fewer with Kobolds in their hoods. And so the Jotunborn woman begins making her way over, she raises a hand and calls out, "Hail!" to Cryo. The others, are not familiar to her, but they get a friendly wave- and a quirked eyebrow, as she approaches. Followed by a broad grin, showing off the missing tooth in the center of her top row, "Good to see the cold weather isn't spoiling anyone's mood." she observes of Braelnoir's amorous greetings.
"My foundling, yes." Cryosanthia answers, pulling back her hood, "say 'hello' Lily."
A puffy pink parka enveloping a carnation-pink scaled small lizard becomes visible. The youngling stretches out a tiny clawed hand and waves, "Peasss." In her other she's holding down a similar newspaper wrap, using the shoulders and back of Cryo as a table. A poor one, since the angle is so sharp.
Cryo embraces her scale-sister with great affection. No warmth, because she never is. A cold aura surrounds the sith'makar at all times, worsening with her mood or when her thoughts go to a bad place, or when she forgets about it. As seems the case now, making Braelnoir's kiss rather like licking a steel pole and sticking her lips to Cryo's scales.
Which earns her a pat-pat-pat on her face from Lily while Cryo keeps still and her nose pointed up. "This one lost track. I don't have something warm. Anyone, something warm? Hello Thurid." The greeting offered to her voice.
Morgan floats up a little as she gets close to Cryo and says to Lily "I can give you a spell that keep you warm for a complete day if you want it." she looks to every one "I can cast if for all of you if you want."
Hrmfrhrm-mm!
She's never going to hear the end of this one.
At least it isn't a knife, this time.
THe Korite sighs as everyone starts to chime in, lips still stuck to her sister's scales. She lifts a hand and waves as she is patted, then somewhat blindly reaches out to gently pat the kobold in turn. Brae sideeyes Morgan as she draws up alongside, then the other way as she futeily tries to get sight on the other person. She brings her hands together and starts to go through several gestural postures, "Lips stuck, need warm water." <handspeech>
Thurid peers, confused, at the two of them for a few moments. "I mean, it might not be the place or company for it, but I have to admire the spirit." she adds a moment later. Morgan's suggestion gets a grin from her, "I'm fine, thanks though. I quite like the cold." she says then. Something warm, though? "Fraid not... is she alright?" she wonders then, eying the frantic hand gestures.
Cryo remains still. Lily, always a fan of attention, leans into Braelnoir's pats and then offers a bunch more of hers towards Morgan's floating face. Her greasy little scaled hand reaching the pixie-elf's way.
"This one would like those spells, yes Morgan, for Lily, and something warm." Cryo answers. It's hard to do so without moving much. Just to be safe she maintains the embrace with Braelnoir, "We are stuck. I am too cold. Need something warm."
Morgan grins as she sees Bra as she is "I know you need warm water but I am amused by this." she gets out a wine skin "this is moon shine made be ogres, I normaly use it to clean potion bottles." She then nods to the large lady as she hands the stuff to Brae "This is a mass endure elemental spell, every one that would like it needs to be with in 20 feet of me." She notices some of the people shoping take a moment to get close to her but not to close as they all know what Morgan can do.
Braelnoir sighs again, though, with the large woman's query to her status, she waves her hand in a so-so manner. She glances to Morgan as she decides to get her humor on and her brows knit a moment. Her other hand curls up to gently pat-pat Cryo before she takes the shineskin(she misses her scales) and closes her eyes. This is gonna suck... if only for using booze outside of parameters. Drip-drip-drip Oi! In the eye, in the eye....!
The Korite finally does manage to get herself loose with a gasp and blindly starts to try and clean up her face, "Kor's heels, that shit stings!" Sigh, "Thanks, luv..." Good news, she's already rosey from the chill.
Thurid ahs as the situation is explained to her, and then she lets out a hearty laugh at it, "Oh, I see. Like licking a flag pole?" she wonders then and laughs once more. She settles, finally, as the two manage to get themselves seperated. She's already in range for the spell, and isn't about to step out of it just for pride.
Morgan casts the spell after a few seconds the giantess makes room for a few people. "Back at the village I am from I tricked some one to do that twice. I was going to do it one more time but even I felt shamefull at that idea." She then looks conserned to Brae "Sorry I did not have anything better for that, but if you need it I do have a healing potion."
Cryo does have some flag-pole like features, namely being tall and on the lithe side, although not compared to Thurid. She moves once Braelnoir washes herself free with the moonshine... which also trickles down her front. There's a great little meal shaping up under her clothes; not that she is sending out dinner invitations. "Yes, this one is well... white dragon blooded. Some traits come with that."
She nods politely towards Morgan, as the spell to go off, then leans to lick the moonshine off Braelnoir's lips, "Now we're even. Your lips look fine but this one misses your scales."
Lily pushes the hood back and starts to wriggle out of her parka. Cryo puts a hand back to hold her, "Not yet. Once inside. This one wants you wearing a coat outside.." <draconic>
Cryo looks around, "Did you want to go inside the Fernwood? Were you shopping?"
Braelnoir holds the shineskin back to Morgan, "No worries, luv..."
She dabs carefully at red eyes, "It worked." There's a little fidget as Cryo reinforces her own baggage, then, "Yeah, me too." She smiles a bit, then looks to the Warrior, "Hey, luvvie. Thurid, right?"
Thurid nods her head, "Aye, that'd be me." she says to Brae at the greeting. Morgan's magic begins to make the redness of her ears and nose begin to fade, but it'll take a few minutes for that. Cryo gets a nod, "Was looking to grab a bite to eat, the pub seems a fine enough place. Had thought of heading down to the Ox-Strength. You tried their goat curry?" she wonders.
Cryosanthia nods, grinning widely, looping her hand and gesturing at herself, "Yes, this one is their Ice-Girl in the summer. I've also had the Overnight Knuckle Sandwhich. It's a fun place, the Oxleys are something else."
The generally agreed upon worst family in Alexandria, but decent proprietors.
The whitescale waves her newspaper wrap back the way she came, "We have been down at the docks, meeting with the Fishermen. This one knows a few. They don't need ice now, obviously. Tenoc trades services, fire breathing to break their boats out. So we still get fish when they do a fry. I like to have a small supply of fresh fish in case Tanith shows up again."
She waves the wrap at the Fernwood, "Let's go inside."
"Spent me plenty o'time at th'Ox." Brae answers with a grin, then, "I'm Braelnoir, nice ta meetcha, luv." With a curious look, vaguely amused that everyone seems set on going back to the Fern, "I'll cover ya, luv."
Morgan still has a pouch of coins in her hand "well I will buy every ones meal, I had a good day playing poker."
Thurid chuckles, "Aye, it's a rough sort of place." she agrees, "But nothing wrong with that, now. Life is a rough sort of thing." she adds. Then she follows Cryo's gesture towards the fernwood and nods her head, "Alright, I could go for something to eat. Maybe get a pint in."
The whitescale seems intent on getting inside somewhere, and the Fernwood is close and familiar. She skips up the steps and opens the door, slipping in and holding it with her tail. "C'mon."
"Lily," she tells her youngling in her hood, "Ssassa used to work here."
Braelnoir slips on into the Fern after the others, gently touching Cryo's arm as Morgan takes care of... stuff. She gives the place a quick sweep, then, "Be right back, gonna set some a'this stuff upstairs." and she ventures upthe stairs to her room.
Fernwood Pub
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The common room of the Fernwood Pub dominates the inn, spacious and airy because of the high, vaulted ceiling. Ornately carved beams of dark, polished wood form a lattice overhead, supporting the arched roof two storeys above the floor. To the right of the double-door entry is a spiral staircase, winding upwards to a balcony that rings and overlooks the main area. Large windows at this level grant an excellent view of the river to the west and colorful market stalls to the north and east. An air of coziness is salvaged by keeping the pub dimly lit; parchment-shrouded mana lanterns hang at intervals from the base of the balcony, nestled amongst lush, magically propagated ivy and ferns that grow over this false demi-ceiling and the struts that support it.
The bar is sleek and simple, comprised of meticulously polished black lacquer. Tables are set under the darker niches formed by the balcony floor as well as on the balcony itself. A few are deliberately sized to accommodate halflings and gnomes, but the majority are meant for human-sized individuals. A large common table is on the main floor, set before a semi-circular stage situated against the western wall. Beside it, with pipes mounted upon the wall and running up past the balcony and almost to the ceiling, is a refurbished pipe organ made to look like the one lost when the Fernwood was destroyed during the Merkabah Siege.
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Inside, the Fernwood pub is warm, half the tables are filled and it seems both servers are out tonight. They give Cryo startled looks when they catch sight of her, she has been a stranger. Tentative waves are given and a gesture towards any of the open tables.
The whitescale picks one by the wall and the fire, where she will have a corner to put things in, "Over here."
Thurid follows Cryo into the pub, lacking any cloak or such to shed, she heads right on onto the corner table and settles into a seat, which creaks in protest. She is a large woman. "How have you fared?" she wonders, "Things have certainly been busy since I ran into you on my way into the city." she muses.
Cryo has taken a bench, they're nice and solid. While not as large as Thurid she does have a sizeable tail to worry about and chairs are not friendly to that part of her anatomy. Her clothing is magical, and with a little concentration the overalls and coat vanish, replaced with something of a long, loose dress. Her haversack, the parka on Little Fang, and Little Fang, are real and don't vanish.
The whitescale busies herself getting those removed, answering all the while. "This one has fared well. One of the Wardens of Mictlan, Shaman Durrankar, has returned. He is known to this one, we might be friends."
"Some Resurrectionists were in a fire, and this one assisted getting them free. Other troubling things still occur in Alexandria, but mostly have kept their distance. I've been helping Sabina at the Tarrace, and Professor Waywalker with her research, and watching Lily."
She sets the parka-less kobold youngling on a tall chair beside her, beeping her on the nose, "She needs a lot of watching, but it is lovely to do so."
"Yesss...." Lily responds.
Thurid nods her head as she listens to the account, leaning back into her seat with more creaking, "Well, I've been on a few missions. Assisting in slaying some demonic sheep and their summoner. A sith-makar, Tenoc, made a rememberance for me." she says, and then she fishes around in her cleavage to produce the thing- a ram's horn charm.
Braelnoir slips on into the Fern after the others, gently touching Cryo's arm as Morgan takes care of... stuff. She gives the place a quick sweep, then, "Be right back, gonna set some a'this stuff upstairs." and she ventures upthe stairs to her room.
That gets Cryo's attention! The ram's horn charm, not Thurid's cleavage, though it is hard to look one without the other. There's something slightly possessive in the gaze, "Tenoc made that for you? He didn't mention. He usually makes things for Lily. This one talks, we talk."
Her composure returns, "He was helping me out with the fishermen today. So, ah... Demon Sheep? That's..."
She blinks, "This one has fought demons, a demon scorpion, but not demon sheep. They are... easier? Tell please."
Braelnoir's passage gets a nod, and a return touch, "Ok."
Thurid nods her head, "It's a rememberance for a rightous kill. I landed a telling blow, and smote it down. Tenoc fashioned this fragment of its horn for me." she says then with a broad grin. "It is a good thing, I will take care of it." she asserts. "And... I would expect so. Giant scorpions, I hear, are deadly enough in their own right. Sheep, not usually so. They were surprisingly resillient, though, to my hammer. Only the most fearsome strikes could land true. It's the wool." she says then. "And their master had foul transformative magics. And their horns and hooves were laden with poison." she explains.
"All of those sound horrible." Cryo listens intently, with a focused reptilian stare directly at Thurid. Her scales and the shape of her head make her expressions cryptic at the best of times, and a neutral one conveys little else but where her attention is. "Thick wool, this one would not have imagined that. The other features, are more expected. I fought a demon with boiling blood, whenever it was injured, the cut sprayed its toxic ichor everywhere. Ranged would have been best, I was one of two making sure it wouldn't get to our archers."
She glances at the table a moment, lowers her voice, looks up, "Have you heard of the Iron Book?"
Braelnoir eventually comes back down the stairs clad in her oneshouldered black leather getup, corselet and pleated kilt over overknee boots, with her spiked gauntlet and weapons belt, "Oh, we tellin' war stories again?"
Thurid racks her brain to try and recount where she's heard that name before, and eventually she snaps her fingers, leaning in, "The Demon Hunters?" she wonders. "I've heard of them. What of them?" she wonders, with a small smirk, "My hammer isn't reserved only for hells beasts. Any who threaten life or liberty will feel its toll." she asserts then.
She grins as Braelnoir comes over, and is about to speak up in answer, but a young Angorite in the vestments of an acolyte- probably in his teens despite his beefy physique, to judge by the wisp on his chin he likely calls a beard- enters the pub. "Warrior Thurid?" he calls out, and then spots her, coming over. "You're needed at the Colosseum." he informs her. She sighs.
"Ah, I guess the pint will have to wait." she says as she stands, "Let's trade stories again, another time." she offers the other two, and then takes her leave with the Acolyte, who begins to describe to her in excrutiating detail the extremely severerly broken leg one of the gladiators has managed.
Lily also is watching Thurid, her clutch-mother, Braelnoir when she approaches, the rest of the Fernwood, the fire, the ceiling, the human at the bar, the approaching server. She raps on the table to get Cryosanthia's attention, "Teasss pleass. Ssscorrpssi."
Cryo nods, leaning over and pulling a wooden scorpion out of her haversack, she sets it in front of the little kobold. It is grabbed, and bitten, and Lily provides a little death-scream hiss for it. Cryo strokes down the back of her neck, keeping tabs on her youngling that way. "Yes. Next time. This one will tell you all about them. Good luck in your mission, Warrior."
She smiles watching Braelnoir approach, looking over her kit, "Real clothes this time? I've never adjusted back." Braelnoir nods, 'Like how it feels. I'm usually wearin' this, just use m'sleeves ta fit the situation.' she replies. She waves after the Warrior, musing a, "Wow, that kinda break takes doin'..." with a little whistle.
She gives Cryo another hug and a nonstick kiss, then reaches up to gently stroke Lily's scales, "Sharp fangs are good fangs, little hunter." she growls in approval. <draconic>
Lily happily chomps Scorpsi at Braelnoir. Cryo keeps lightly stroking, white fingers sliding along pink scales down the kobold's neck.
A server, the half-sil approaches and the whitescale orders two teas, some meat, fruit and cheese with a smile.
"I getchya. I'm still trying to get beyond carrying everything I own with me all the time." Cryo glances at her Haversack, "getting a little better. Not today, obviously. Sometimes I wear the old leathers. I've considered getting them enchanted, for Lily, so they'll always fit."
Braelnoir nods and smiles, "That's good thinkin', luv. PLus it gives her a little more protection." She looks to, "Kaeryn, how ya doin, luv? I have a dark beer with a splash of firebally whiskey, an' a seared steak, bloody as hell?"
She ooh's as Lily plays with the scorpion at her and she grins, "Ahh, tamin' the beastie!"
Kaeryn says happily, "I'm doing great!" She leans over to give Braelnoir a hug and a view that suggests yes, she is doing quite well, "I'll put those on." Then she's off with a pendulum sway to her hips that would make watchmaker drop a clock.
'Gnargrll', Lily answers, chewing on Scorpsi.
"We get him restored often. Her teeth are quite formidable." Cryo adds, "I found out what they were saying to us. Nothing special, 'kill you all, eat your intestines' kind of thing. Unsettling, since bugs usually don't talk. Demon sheep are a thing to worry about too, apparently."
A nod towards the exit, a longer gaze towards Braelnoir. "Have things improved, since the crow? This one keeps getting dragged into things with the Shards and Charn."
Braelnoir strokes Lily's scales some more, the texture much what she imagines her lost beauty felt like, "Good girl." There's a look to Cryo as she starts talking about demons, but, "Wait, sheep? really?" She misses Kaeryn putting the ol' sing in the backyard as her focus is currently on the other stuff, but as Cryo moves into asking about her, "Had Morgan puttin' some protective stuff together for me so If I run inta Lars again, he can't put the whammy on me."
"Lars?" The name draws Kaeryn back, but not before she gets the order in. The customer comes first, the special ones even more so. She bounces into a seat, looking at Braelnoir with eager, innocent eyes.
"Blond Lars, with the nice singing voice? He's been encouraging me, says I have a natural talent!" She straightens her back, thrusts out her chest, tucks her knees together and points them at the Korrite, "Everything I need to be a great sorceress. He was going to take me out so I could be an adventurer like you."
"Uh..." says Cryo, her mouth dropping open and her thoughts freezing.
'Grrgnnshsg' Little Fang says, killing another demon scorpion.
Braelnoir narrows her eyes slightly, then shakes her head and reaches out to lightly grip the half elf's shoulders, "Don't do it, Luv. He's a dirtbag. Likes t'use magic ta make girls willin' ta do whatever he wants, then ditches'em when the spell wears off. Then, when they ain't payin attention, he'll up an' do'em that way again."
She leans closer, her eyes earnest, "Yer a charmin girl, an beautiful, an I reckon ya got all that fey magic if th'bloods in ya, but he'll use you dirty." She glances to Cryo, "Cryo can teach ya some magic if the talent's there. I can train ya t'fight."
The whitescale nods, a deadly serious stare. "Yes. Braelnoir speaks true. He's terrible. He's charming but he's terrible, and it's not safe. Make sure everyone in the Fernwood knows to watch him, and you, if he comes in. Don't leave with him. Don't let him cast on you."
"He said it was a blessing," Kaeryn stares, doe-eyed, looking at both. "It felt good."
Cryo shakes her head, "It's not. I'll teach you. Morgan, Mikilos, Faran, you remember Faran, the library." She hesitates, "... Merek. They're all better than him. I'll take you to meet Mikilos, his library, we can practice in the Festival Grounds. Don't go near the colosseum."
Her gaze is pleading, intense, as if she could drill the words in through will alone. "He's a Mistake. Don't let him be your Mistake."
"It felt good when he hit me, too, Kae..." Brae says softly, "He's a batard, luv... ya remember when I's all silver?" Her head cants, "An tell of a mermaid bein' up as a prize at the Colosseum?" There's a look to Cryo on her affirmations, "Don't end up a slave, Kaeryn... don't let no one steal yer choices from ya... never-ever." There's something deeper in her eyes, not a plea as much as pain. The transformation restored her skin, but some scars linger.
Kaeryn nods to every question of Braelnoir's, listening carefully, "Win the Fin. That... was you?" She stares, slavery suddenly seeming a possibility. She looks over at the whitescale, who nods.
"He'll suck you in. He will make it seem like your idea. He'll make you do things that make you uncomfortable, push your boundaries. Each time you give in, he'll push them a little further. It won't stop. You'll want to say no, and you just... won't. You'll want to leave... and you just don't." She reaches across, resting her scaled hand on her arm and squeezing tight. There's a foundation under her words too. "Don't go near him, get busy, get in the back, keep Miriam away too. We're going to stop him, but we need magic and surprise. He's like a vortex, pulling people in."
The Chef calls from the kitchen, interrupting, "Kae, order's ready. Come pickup."
She moves, her pendulum sway vanished, replaced with a hurry scurry.
Braelnoir sighs and nods, "It was. Nearly died, there, too." she says evenly. She straightens, glancing to Cryo as she explains more eloquently and she nods again, "Yer better'n him, luv. Be smart, keep alert." Message apparantly recieved, if the subtle change in the half-elf's movements are proper guage, then, "I'ma kill that sonovabitch."
"I'll help." Cryo says solemnly.
"And my axe!" Lily thumps her little fist on the table, repeating something she overheard somewhere, enough of the conversation and intent getting through to her too. Scorpsi is well and truly defeated in her other hand. <draconic>
"Sssaa! No Little Fang. No killing till you're older. Much older." Cryo giggles, rubbing her head then kissing her.
A more serious stare at Braelnoir, "Whenever you're ready. Say the word, I'll be there."
Braelnoir nods, smiling to her sister and she slips an arm aroung her waist, "I know, luv." The offer from Lily gets a bit more of a grin, and she reaches up to gently ruffle the kobold some. She turns her attention back to the sith, absently caressing the pebbled silver scales of her brand with her bare fingertips, a thoughtful look in her eye.
GAME: You have loggers in the following location(s): A07: Lower Alexandria Market District "You are lovely now too, Brae, and just as strong." Cryo leans into the hug. She is cool at the moment, her chilly aura relaxed and easily overcome by the fire. "This one sees the scaled in you, you taught me that. I did not think of softskins except as 'the other' before."
Her tail curls around to Braelnoir's side.
Lily holds up both her hands, one towards Cryo, the other to Braelnoir, "Ssscalesss."
It's a lovely gesture. Or perhaps she's reaching for the food platter as the tray arrives with Kaeryn. "Pleassss."
