Flat Fuss Keresday
Log Info
- Title: Flat Fuss Keresday
- Emitter: Slixivah
- Place: Mictlan
- Summary: Slix and Eztli treat themselves to some hot stones.
- Mictlan, Midday
After some traveling, a night at Wayfarer's, and an arrival at just before the hottest part of the day, the time has come. The sky is clear, the sun brilliant. And the hot stones that reside in Mictlan have several makari, young and old, flopped over and sprawled out.
However, there's a purpose today. A personal spa day. And what better for cold blooded folks than what lays before them.
Dropping off a small satchel to the side is that of a red scaled makari, white scales smattered across their throat and front. They're in nothing more than silk cyan pants, their long and feather tipped tail swaying happily from side to side, as they slough back a mane of quills atop their head. "Ez, dah-ling, we're here!" the woman sibilantly declares.
Rather amusingly, the witch looked much less out of place than the actual sith-makar. Eztli still had on their large robes which obscured a lot of them, and she didn't look entirely at ease in the area as she wandered in a bit behind the transmogrified egalrin.
"Yeah, we are! It's around where I remembered it being." The small makari chuckles. "Still kind of surprised you wanted to do something like this, really."
The duo gets several looks from others. With how small Eztli is, and how outlandish Makari-Slix is. But they slowly go back to relaxing. After the festival, the weirdness of outlanders has been a more commonplace, especially on this side of the portal.
"What do ya mean, ssugar?" she grins, pulling a blanket out of her bag and fanning it open. "I love relaxin' and learnin' 'bout stuff. C'mon! Take a rock! Dress down! Do a flop!"
The transmogrified egalrin does exactly that. The blanket gets thrown over a heat stone, and soon after, the red/white scaled makari lands on it with arms outstretched. There's a hiss of air sucked in, and she melts into the stone. "... oh my Ceiwen, I get it..." she blissfully murmurs.
"Well, I don't know. Took me a while to get used to it, I guess?" The small makari shrugs, taking a look at one of the rocks and doffing their robes, gently, as they still had a certain rattle to them with whatever was stowed in the pockets. The small makari flops onto their back and stretches out wide on the stone, anchoring in place with their claws. "Kind of like a sauna, but, I think I like this better." Eztli laughs.
Slix hums. "Mind you, th' first time I tried bein' something else, I did a smoothskin human woman. So I can understand the discombobulation. But I uh, did so very willingly, and with an academic mind. I also love otha' cultures, so, what better way ta learn?"
She rolls over on her back, tufted tail swaying back and forth, sweeping dirt as a happy churr rumbles in her chest. "Oh it's great when ya ain't got self-regulating body heat. Man... I feel it seeping into everything..."
"That what you look like at those bars, or a different human?" The small makari asks, craning their neck over from their comfortable position, and sticking their tongue out. "Completely academic process and reasoning, I'm sure." Eztli teases, the small makari closing her eyes. "Well, it's not like you're going to collapse in the snow or anything, but, yeah, weird how it makes you feel exhausted, yet full of energy. Maybe more energy to lounge in place, I guess."
Makari slix sticks their tongue out at Eztli in retaliation. "Look hon, I had ta go fo' the most different physically ta get used ta all the shiftin'." A pause. "... aaaaand I wanted ta look super cute." She giggles. "Different human. The one at the TarRaCe is just for the TarRaCe."
"Yeah. It's great," she hums. "Like a... midday nap. Shoo'. I wanna get up and join ya ova there, but I don't even have the energy ta peel off of this."
"Well, what was it like, going from an egalrin to a human?" The small makari wonders out loud. "Must have been odd the first time."
Eztli tilts their head, and sticks their tongue out again in Slixvah's direction. "What, am I not worth working up the energy for getting up?" They chuckle. "Could flop over there in a moment if that's the case."
Slix squints across the way, quills bristling up. "Is that a challenge?" she chuffs. With great effort, she grunts, arms wobbling. But the quills animate, shoving herself up and to her feet. Legs wobble as she takes a few steps over to Eztli's rock.
And she flops down beside the mixed scale. "There!"
She exhales languidly. "Well, ta answer ya question, it was really, really weird. Missin' two limbs since I ain't got no wings. One voice box. No talons! Lips are weird! And you have these... things! In the way!" she elaborates, waving at her front. "I mean I was cute as hell, but still! I couldn't walk, and couldn't talk fo' nothin'."
Eztli looks up lazily from her rock, and the small makari grins up to her friend, scooting over on the rock to make space. The muddy scaled makari claps for a moment, and pats the other makari's shoulder. "It was a challenge, and it worked!" They chuckle. "Hey, they don't get in the way if you're careful!"
"I don't know how you would use two voice boxes, but I guess it makes up for no lips? Gods, it took a while to get used to talking."
Slixvah sprawls out next to Eztli, the pat on the shoulder is met with a a tail swinging around to lazily curl around Eztli's. "Yuh, I learned that after a while. It's nice, learned to like it after a while." She blinks, then gives a raspy laugh. "I mean all of it, not just the tits. I learned that no matter what end up being, it's still /me./"
She closes her eyes. ".. but, I have a fat ego, so that kinda helps."
There's a snicker. "Yeah, ain't got no lips. Bein'a makari is like... half the words come from ya chest. Very growly. I like it. What was hard for ya ta get used ta?"
Eztli chuckles, her tail swaying along and taking Slixvah's with it. "Well, you know, they are enjoyable!" The small makari laughs, though it trails into a sigh. "I, yeah, that, kind of, but I'm still getting used to being me again. I might miss things, but I don't mind being this, and well, me."
"You do have a fat ego, but you have reason for it to be bigger than average to begin with, so it isn't that bad."
"Well, no lips, tongue is a different shape, you have to mind how you're holding your mouth open. Can't brace your tongue against your teeth for any noises, either, but you're used to that, aren't you?"
Slix hums warmly, scooting next to her friend to lay right beside her as tails swoop together. From her scent, and her positively melted stature on the rock, she looks like she's truly relaxed. "Oh yes. Yes they are," she giggles. The red and whitescale reaches over lazily, patting Eztli's head. "It's okay hon. We all have parts of us tha' we miss. And in time, you'll find parts of yaself tha' you'll like loads. Like-- look at that face! And those colors!" She smiles. Then mildly sighs. "But-- don't force ya'self. It's grieving in its own way, you know?"
She snickers. "Yeah! And th' reason is I'm th' coolest bird around!"
Some makari look over.
"Err. Kin!"
They go back to laying down.
Not Slix phews. "Yuh. No lips and different mouth shape. I am used ta that. And, well, I don't really use my tongue a ton. Th' double voice boxes pretty much do all the work. So, ugh, I was being really slobbery with a lotta sounds!" she giggles.
-To be continued-