The little ratonga enters the pub, and drags a huge sack with her.
Obviously it's taking her some efford, and she pants as she finally reaches the corner of the pub, where a large table is.
Quickly she removes her backpack, and rumages through it. A huge grin apears on her face, as she pulls out some paint and a brush.
Carefully she puts the stuff on the table and opens the sack.
She pulls out cloth after cloth and puts them all on top of each other on the table.
She takes the brush in one hand, and puts it in the paint.
Carefully she puts the wet brush on the cloth, slowly writing... F.S.S.
Although she tries not to spill any paint, it drips on the floor, and while she straightens her whiskers a big black spot apears on her nose.
Then she takes a step back, and looks at the... mess.
She nods statisfied and heads to the bar.
"Hulloooos! Yous gots some cheese for Chika?
ooh and milk?"
She smiles and climbs on a stool, while she waits for her order.
"Chika's waiting for Sollery, yous seen her? Sollery was going to help Chikas today."
Anxiously Chika watches the door.
*looks up from her ale and watches the busy ratonga with curiosity*
Greetin's there, Chika! I ain't seen Sol around yet but she's likely ta be by sooner or later.
*gets the plate of carefully prepared cheese Quince has stored specifically for the little Ratongan family members and pours a glass of milk*
Sure ye dinna want a wee bit of ale with tha? *quirks an eyebrow*
*peers at the painted material*
Wha be this, wee mousey friend?
Quince strolls in and sees Chika and Bou. "Oh good, you found the cheese plate! I hope you like the cheeses I got!"
Seeing the artwork, he pulls up a chair to get a better look. "What's this?"
*little pale Fae dressed in very ragged hides comes in nervously*
*fliters over by Chika*
*grabs a piece of cheese and zips toward the door*
Chika looks with big eyes at the plate with the most delicious pieces of cheese.
"Oooh thankies Boucedy!"
Just as she puts the second piece in her mouth she sees Quince pull up a chair near her 'art work'. She picks up the plate, and milk and walks over to the table again, to explain her artwork.
With a full mouth she replies.
"Daf if for ouw new fquad."
Nodding fast to underline what she just said, she swallows the chunk of cheese and puts down the plate.
She drinks her milk and puts the brush in her little paw to start painting again, when a little pale Fae flies over.
"There!!! see what Chika means! That is whats the F.S.S. is for!"
Her brush, wet with black paint swings towards the Fae who stole her cheese and now heads to the door.
Black paint trails towards the Fae.
"Chika's cheese! STOP her!! Quiche, yous tell her!"
Quote from: Chika on November 23, 2006, 02:05:20 AM
"There!!! see what Chika means! That is whats the F.S.S. is for!"
Her brush, wet with black paint swings towards the Fae who stole her cheese and now heads to the door.
Black paint trails towards the Fae.
*Turning to stick her tongue out at Chika the little white fae gets a blob of black paint right in the face*
Quote from: Chika on November 23, 2006, 02:05:20 AM
"Chika's cheese! STOP her!! Quiche, yous tell her!"
*unable to see Gialy flys into the door hard*
~Smack!~
*and falls to the floor unconscious*
*sails in from the back room*
Greetings! Greetings to all of thee...! Darlings, I --
*stops at the thud*
*looks all around*
What tis this thud I hear..?
*peers down at Gialy*
Sweet goddess above, tis most terrible!
*gracefully gestures while murmuring the incantation*
*heals Gialy*
There. Art thou aright, little lovely one?
*barges in through the door, pretty much tramplling the Princess and the recently thudded fae*
You have those banners ready, mou...er, Tonga? Righto! Let's get painting!
*plops down in an empty seat across the table from Chika and grabs a brush* There's swattin' to be done!
*humms an anthem in progress* A-swattin' we will go, a-swattin' we will go, hi-ho, the Faerie'os, a swattin' we will go!
"So what is this all about, then?"
Chika looks up, from the Fae, to Kiaria and then to Quince, who seems to get slightly impatient when he asks what this is all about.
"Dat fae stole Chika's cheese!
Chikas and Miss Sollery have had some talks, yip yup!
We decided that somany fae can never be good for Qeynos, they are swarming in like a plague of flies, they do!
All we need now is a gnome to invent us a Fae Swatter. Then the F.S.S can really take off good, huh Sol?"
She grins at the Fae with the black eye, quickly jumps on a table to hug Kiaria and turns towards the stack of cloth banners-to-be, to continue painting.
"Oooh, F.S.S. is te Fae Swat Squad!"
Quince stares at the ratonga as she says
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"Oooh, F.S.S. is te Fae Swat Squad!"
"You ARE kidding, right? Sure, some of them are a bit rambunctious, but .... they are people, you know!"
*chimes in, from painting* Aye, but with a few good swats, they might be less annoying people!
*she get swatted all the time and sees no immorality..especially that Elajia...she needs swatted!*
It's like a spatula...think o'it as...flipping 'em!
*returns Chika's hug with a smile of delight*
*kisses the air beside both furry cheeks*
Tis a swatter for the lovely little fae?
*frowns faintly*
Both of thee shall needest me, for thou might swattest too hard. I shall heal /firm nod
*settles gracefully nearby, snapping slender fingers for her usual hot tea and single cookie*
Pray, who else partaketh in this Ef, Ef, Ess?
Ooh, good idea, Pr...er, Lady Kiaria! Ye can fix 'em up...press their wings, fix their hair up. Will be perfect!
*paints another banner*
"I ... I really hardly think that swatting is the correct solution ... ... "
Quince looks around for someone to talk some sense into the ladies ...
*thwacks a spatula against her hand* We won't thwack hard, Master Q! Want to see!?
*levels the spatula at the halfling behind*
Oh hey now yous lissen mr Quiche!
Chika's seen some nasties thingies happening with that spatula! *points at the spatula Sol is holding and lands ungracefully on the halflings behind*
Chika actually believes the F.S.S. will be less dangerous than that spatula thinkiethangie theres!
Besides, dat Fae stole Chika's cheese! And with Miss kirra healing dems if we swat too hard yous must agree dat it's perfectly normal *nods to herself and rumages in her backpack*
Yous know Mr Quiche? Chikas has something for yous, she does!
*She pulls out another brush, dips it in paint and hands it to Quince*
F.S.S. it reads! *points at an unpainted banner* Yous can do it, and yous will be happys when we can swat dem Fae all togethers!
Quince stands, paintbrush in hand, totally nonplussed ...
*looks from Solerei to Chika to the fae, considering*
Righto! *she grabs a paintbrush*
Them silly fae needs swattin'! Silly bug people ... *starts painting and muttering to herself* ... Flyin' ... Can't tell the difference between fae and ... *her mutters are punctuated by comprehensible fragments*
>>comes tumbling through the swinging doors leading to the kitchen, leaping up onto the bar, tumbling last night's leftover drinks all about, steins clattering across the floor, all foor paws supporting himself as he watches them all<<
Whatcha doin?
Dip yer tail in paint and start on the banners, Kitty! *points at a blank banner that appears to be some satiny yellow material she's pinched from Missa's Jasyn-impressing stock*
FSS
FSS
*begins directing the painting like a band director, waving the spatula with authority*
A small and rangy Koada'dal hears a fair amount of ruckus coming from the Tavern and blearily blinks her eyes, having been abruptly woken from her nap. Poking her head within, she takes in the scene around her. Raising a slim eyebrow, her green eyes narrow thoughtfully.
>>dipping the tip of his tail into the paint, he slips it around Sol, and runs it across her upper lip, leaving a lovely moustache behind<<
Ah! Lady Imeriel! Tis a most marvelous pleasure to see thee!
*decorative kisses and hugs*
Canst thou see what tis afoot? Ef, es, es. Something to do with the Fae and I am to heal them *happy nod*
*oversees the work with a benign gaze*
Quote from: Kiaria on November 27, 2006, 04:47:30 PM
Canst thou see what tis afoot? Ef, es, es. Something to do with the Fae and I am to heal them *happy nod*
*oversees the work with a benign gaze*
"Kia! They're talking about SQUASHING the fae! That's not nice, even if you do heal them!"
Quince tries to take the brushes away, but mostly only succeeds in getting painted black himself.
*waltzes into the tavern with a sway, followed by her Personae who is carrying a small, beautifully jeweled bird cage*
Greetings all!
*blows air kisses all around, pausing when facing Quince's direction*
Now, now... For the first time ever, I cannot believe I share the same sentiments as the child-abducting gypsie Quince.... I must say, Quince, save for the part about you saying Fae are people too, I agree with you on not hurting the Fae... They are not people, they have no soul, but they make MARVELOUS collector's items! See my newest addition to my Fae collection!
*snaps her fingers at her Personae and summons her over*
Fabiana darling, will you please show Quince my newest little beautiful fluttering Fae?
*Fabiana shows Quince the bird cage, which has a lovely Fae inside*
Isn't it just lovely Quince?!! Just lovely!
*claps with joy*
*pauses and faces Chika*
That is why you..... *glares at Chika* .....cannot "swat" them... I need them in mint condition and if you swat them then their wings may get damaged, and I simply cannot have that.... So off you go with your paints and your banners now, off you go! No more swatting Faes... If you must swat something, I hear the Flutterfoots are having a performance just around the corner from here...
*nods*
Quince stares in horror at the caged Fae. Looking around the room, he spots his cousin sitting in the corner. After making a few motions with his hand, he shakes his head, turns, and goes behind the bar.
Hendy waits a minute, then quietly circles the room, making sure to be unnoticed. With a scout's stealth, he maneuvers himself to the cage, picks the lock, then gets the Fae's attention. Pointing to the now open door, he then works his way back to his table, and resumes drinking.
*completely unaware that her Fae has now been freed, goes over to the bar and sits by Quince*
Soooooo.... This may come to you as the greatest shock you've ever experienced, and I completely understand, but, perhaps you and I should form a....pact of sorts.
*smiles sweetly*
......what do you think?
"A pact? What exactly did you have in mind?"
*unconsciously leans over closer to Quince, something she'd never do otherwise*
Well.... You see.... I understand that you have quite the talent for.........stealth. At least I know that is the rumor, you know, of the Flutterfeet.... And normally, I would go to Jasyn for this since he is quite stealthy... But seeing as he is a drunk, and of very good moral character, I don't think he'd be suitable for this particular.....mission.
*clears her throat*
I need to hire a few, um, mercenaries.... They don't have to be strong or fierce fighters... They just need to be stealthy, secretive, and......sneaky. *lowers her voice and adds really fast:* They also need to be insane enough to risk their lives in Lesser Faydark for my own caprice...
*flutters her eyelashes and looks innocently at Quince*
So.........are you in?
Oh! Thank you so much Quince! I heart the Flutterfeet! I even want to hug you but I won't! Thank you!!
*beams*
Quince considers Anaris' words carefully. Looking around to make sure noone can hear, he stage whispers (so that everyone can hear), "So ... what exactly did you need done?"
Oh, nothing really! It's quite simple actually!
*throws a fit of giggles, then takes a sip of her Elven wine, while mumbling into her cup:*
I need you to bring the Queen of the Fae for me...
*looks up from her wine*
See? Quite simple actually! Should be a piece of jum jum cake for you and your family!
*giggles nervously*
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"Kia! They're talking about SQUASHING the fae! That's not nice, even if you do heal them!"
Nay, tis not so. They shall gently smacketh the Fae, for to give the lovely creatures pause to considereth their choices. I shall heal them of any sting or pain.
*beams*
*hums happily as she gazes over the industrious shoulders*
Quote from: Anaris on November 28, 2006, 12:42:19 PM
I need you to bring the Queen of the Fae for me...
Twice in the same conversation, Quince finds himself totally at a loss for how to respond. He can only stare at Anaris ...
*is so wrapt in painting she doesn't notice her new mustache*
*giggles at the Princess' 'gently smacketh'*
*stands to stretch and notices the empty cage*
Someone lose a bird?
Imeriel continues to watch carefully from her spot in a shadowed nook, noting every paintbrush's location, her bright eyes tracking every movement. She nods quietly to Kiaria's proclamations and greetings.
QuoteSomeone lose a bird?
*looks up at the cage from her super secretive conversation with Quince*
Anyae? Anyae?
*looks about the room, starting to panic*
ANYAE?!!! My Fae! My precious little Fae! Where are you?!!
*glares at Chika and her FSS banner*
Oh you little rodent! What did you do with Anyae?! Her wings better be intact or I'll have Sunbeam step on you!!
Aaaaaaaanyaaaaaae!
The little blue and green winged Fae continues to hide behind her rescuer Hendy. Of course the details of how to get back home to the faydark from here are a bit beyond Anyae right now. Sure the high elf Anaris had seemed nice enough, nattily dressed with perfect hair when she approached her at first.
However Anyae was surprised from behind by the Personae accompanying and found herself tossed into the finely jeweled bird cage. To her captor's glee, Anyae revealed herself to be a healer of sorts after she healed a few bruises on her wings from being tossed into cage. Anaris then made sure that any little bruise,cut or scrape thereafter was immediately brought before her to be healed so that Anaris' flawless skin not be marred.
The trip to Qeynos would have been an exciting one had Anyae not travelled the whole way in her gilded cage. At least Anaris did not seem the cruel type though Anyae had been told to call her "Lady Anaris" or "milady" when speaking to her. Typical high elven snobbery, Anyae had thought.
Relucatantly Anyae had played along as Anaris went about her merry way oblivious to her newest "collectable's" feelings on the matter. Then they arrived in this strange place
Quote from: Anaris on November 28, 2006, 10:57:45 AM
Now, now... For the first time ever, I cannot believe I share the same sentiments as the child-abducting gypsie Quince.... I must say, Quince, save for the part about you saying Fae are people too, I agree with you on not hurting the Fae... They are not people, they have no soul, but they make MARVELOUS collector's items! See my newest addition to my Fae collection!
Taking the chance to flee when the cage was openned Anyae scooted clear and hid behind her rescuer but then pondered her captor's words.
How did she know? I have not regained my soul bud before she...found me... am i really a soulless thing? Not a person because i have no soul reborn in me. That i am still an empty shell. Perhaps this is the destiny of soulless beings, to serve others and gain some meaning in their existance through them. At least Lady Anaris does not seem evil, and perhaps she has rescued me from being forced to serve some great evil like a teir-dal <shudders> and be tainted by their hate. And here i am trying to flee the one who may have saved me from such a fate despite her methods. If she acts so superior that's just her elvish nature, they've always thought they were better than everyone else. Yes that must be what it is. ((OOC- memory a bit fuzzy but i think its called a soul bud that Fae renew in their lineage quest...))
Coming to a decision then Anyae flutters back into view.
"Here i am milady, i just needed to stretch my wings after being in my cage for so long."
Looking up at Anyae, Quince asks, "Are you saying you didn't mind being in that cage? Are you sure you wouldn't rather go home to Kelethin? I know a druid who could take you, if you've received Tunare's blessing at the rings."
"Oh that is kind of you to offer but you don't know what milady has saved me from. In fact i wasn't even sure myself because I was too naive to understand until now but this is where i am meant to be. Though Lady Anaris could have chosen one with a bit bigger wingspan..."
Anyae! Yay! There you are my little wittle pwecious little fluttery thing!!
*claps with glee*
Now now, Quince darling, don't scare the little one! I made sure I got her the finest cage from the best jeweler in all of South Qeynos... Isn't her room pretty!? And I have a bigger one for her at home, complete with a golden canopy mini-bed and vanity set!
*pets the top of Anyae's little head*
Oh but of course I saved you from all the evils of that Faydwer place with so many orcs... And here we thought gnolls were bad! Imagine that! Orcs are uglier and meaner... I mean, honestly Anyae darling, did you really want to grow up in a tree house? Seriously now! Tree houses are for children, like Wood Elves and such... Not very practical! I mean, I know you can fly, but wouldn't you want a golden pretty cage instead? And that way I can take you everywhere with me until you've been cage-trained and can be let out without you trying to escape! *whispers to Anyae* I hear Teir'dal and Halflings put Fae on leashes... I'd NEVER do that to you, ever!
*smiles sweetly at Anyae*
But don't you worry, we'll find you a playmate soon! Many, I hope, eventually! But all in due time.... I can't make the trip out there again, it was too much work! Plus, my entourage of hairdresser, manicurist, stylist, dressmaker, and Personae were rather grumpy the whole way there... Apparently their families here in Qeynos are more important than serving as my personal assistants, the nerve!
Oh, and don't worry about that...
*points at Chika*
I will never let them swat you!
*pets Anyae*
My pweciousssssss.........
Quote from: Anaris on November 29, 2006, 09:19:55 AM
Oh but of course I saved you from all the evils of that Faydwer place with so many orcs... And here we thought gnolls were bad! Imagine that! Orcs are uglier and meaner... I mean, honestly Anyae darling, did you really want to grow up in a tree house? Seriously now! Tree houses are for children, like Wood Elves and such... Not very practical! I mean, I know you can fly, but wouldn't you want a golden pretty cage instead? And that way I can take you everywhere with me until you've been cage-trained and can be let out without you trying to escape! *whispers to Anyae* I hear Teir'dal and Halflings put Fae on leashes... I'd NEVER do that to you, ever!
*smiles sweetly at Anyae*
"I heard some orcs even tried to chop down the great tree of kelethin before milady. Everything would have come crashing down! The treehouses aren't so bad though milday, but it was upsetting to have to run over and wait in line for the acorn lift. All these wings bumping into each other and all. But um...we're not animals you know. we DO know when to use the privy on our own. How could i escape after all? If i could fly away there wouldn't be any lifts in kelethin, well i suppose the wood elves might need them but still.
"Then some of those nasties might catch me before i get home... And leashes?!?! that's horrible! How are we expected to glide around if our wings get caught up in leashes! My pretty wings would be ruined! Oh wait, they pull off our wings don't they? I heard stories about that before. That and something with pins..." <shudders fearfully in horror at the thought>
"And speaking of ruined milady, could you please stop petting me on the head, you're ruining my hair. Vanity set you say..?"
<cringes slightly from the force of the slightly too hard 'petting' of Anaris>
*is staring with pure frustration at the appearance of yet another bug*
*takes advantage of Anaris' preoccupation with Chika as a potential faewhacker and moves toward the colorful, annoying little thing, spatula raised*
Ye ready fer that healling, Miss Kiaria?
*barely glances around*
Hmmm?
*smiles*
<Anyae looks over as lady Anaris rambles on and sees a spatula of doom raised up against her and screams>
"AAAAAAAAH they're going to kill me!"
In a fae-like burst of fluttering Anyae leaps up at Lady Anaris and clings to her tightly begging to be saved. Unfortunately, in her terror Anyae leaps directly at Anaris' face ready to wrap her legs around Anaris' neck and she reaches out to cling to her hair for dear life. Even worse, if the little scared fae makes it, Anaris' face will be comepletely covered and she will be unable to breathe as her "collectable" seeks to hang on for dear life in the face of the spatula of doom.
Watching the action, as Quince starts to say something, Henderson stops him. "This is going to be good!"
The halflings all begin whispering among themselves.
Wha.....! Gah!!!!!! Ack! *cough*
*tumbles around trying to peel off Anyae from her face but the Fae is hanging on for dear life*
He.....HELP! *gag*
*looks at Sol in terror, as she approaches with a spatula*
<Anyae sees the spatula of doom nearing as lady Anaris tries to say something. Suddenly Anyae has an idea and quickly clambers around Anbaris' head letting her 1) breathe but 20 Now cowvers behind Anaris' head clutching onto two handfuls of hair for support.
Solerei now sees Anaris' face with a pair of fae wings sticking out from either side of her head.
However, forggetting just how close to Anaris' ear she is, Anyae screams again "Save me Lady Anaris!"
*Watching as the target bug becomes one with Anaris' hair, Sol tries to visually sort them out while preparing for a lightning-quick surgical spatula strike with her monk-y reflexes*
Bah
*Too much work. She just starts smacking in the general direction of wings. Let the healers sort out which bits belong to who. She's always been a direct-approach sort of monk.*
Hold still and be swatted! *thwip* Would you stop...*thwip* This doesn't have to be this difficul....*thwip*
*growls and shoves the spatula in her belt, pulling out the gnomish bug-zapper that charming gnome on the asteroid gave her to go after ravasects with*
*zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaaaat*
Sweet goddess above!
*hurries over*
Tis enow, Lady Solerei!
*gracefullly slips between the illusionist and monk*
*murmurs soothingly to Anaris and Anyae*
*gestures, releases magics*
*checks her patients*
Tis all well now?
Chika listened to the 'lady Anaris' for a while, and opens her mouth several times to say something, always interrupted by something.
When she sees the Fae flying from her cage Chika jumps to her bags and pulls out an improvised Fae Swatter, made out of some leafes and twigs and she jumps on a nearby table knocking over the paint.
Her paws black now, but blinded by the fluttering Fae, stuck in Anaris' hair Chika sees Sol, and squeeks
"Chika's got dem Lady Sollery! Chika'll swatt'em!"
With this she jumps with a huge leap, from the table, on Quinces head (leaving black paws) knocks over the jeweled cage and raises her Fae swatter, ready for the attack when Kiaria steps between her target and herself....
Her battlecry stocks as she falls ungracefully on her nose, exactly in front of Anaris' feet.
"AAAHIAAAARGH!!" *BAM!*
*shoulders her zapper*
Did I get it, Kiaria?
*stops in surprise as Chika lands facedown in front of Anaris*
Who swatted Chika!? She's nae a Fae! *glares around the room until she sees a trail of little black pawprints, then starts to giggle*
Still leaning nonchalantly in her shadowed corner, arms folded in front of her, Imeriel's eyes note every single splotch of paint ... not on the banners and paper, but each drop that marred the lovingly finished floors, chairs, tables and any other crafted woodworks.
*shivers as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up*
Ya ever feel like yer bein'....watched?
*whimpers...soflty....in shame and pain all at once....*
Kiaria darling...... *whimpers*
Please....just.....try to fix my nose first.........thank you........
*sobs uncontrollably but making sure her mascara doesn't run*
*sees that there's a paw print on her robe and goes ballistic with the tears*
Mommy, what would the immaculate Wystro do....!!!???
*whimpers and tries to scan the room for Jasyn or Flann*
Tis will all well, darling. Thy nose tis fine.
*firmly escorts Anaris from the room*
Anyae staggers around her hair now all completely upright after the voltage struck after the spatula was luckily diverted at the last instant by a leaping ratonga.
Her eyes glazed as she staggers about on the floor Anyae starts rambling "I'm a little teapot short and stout."
<feels the healing flow fix her battered wings as well as the rest of her Anyae shakes her head and blinks.>
Quickly she looks around fearfully for the cage, sees it and with a burst of speed she dashes back inside and firmly shuts the cage door herself for safety.
If the people here are this bad i can imagine how badly the tier-dal would be treating me. I hope Lady Anaris bought a sturdy cage. she thinks to herself before looking around having missed Anaris' departure.
"Lady Anaris? Milady?"
Anyae suddenly questions the wisdom of shutting herself up like this....
"Yowww! Hey, stop that!"
Quince watches Chika go splat, Anaris leave with Kiaria, and Anyae shut herself in her cage. The commotion dying down, he notices Imeriel in the corner, a mild glare on her face.
Scanning the room, he notices the carnage for the first time. "Oh my ... well ... "
Turning to Henderson, he says, "Go find Hank, will you? This is no worse than what we did to that tavern back in Holmshire that time. Remember that? Wow, that was a fun night ... ! Anyway ... I'll start in with the vodka, but I'll need Hank to mix up some of Granny's Famous Solvent."
Hendy nods, gulps down his ale, and heads off into town.
Quince goes behind the bar, opens a bottle of vodka, mixes a bit of water in it. He then summons an Igneous Apprentice. "Iggy, keep this warm but don't let it boil, eh? Thanks!"
Chika sits up and rubs her sore nose. As she watches Anaris and Kiaria leave the room, her eye falls on something shiny on the floor and she picks it up.
"oooh! a gem!"
Quickly she scans the floor and grabs several shinies here and there, until she comes to the source of the treasure.. the cage with the Fae!
"yous gots yourself a lovely housy yous Miss Fae!"
Then turning to Quince.
Mr Quiche? What happened to dem taverns befores? Yous tell Chikas? yup?"
*sits down on the table next to the Fae's cage, absently opening the door with a flick of her fingertip* Silly thing! *when she's not swatting them, she's getting to be quite fond of the little bugs*
Do tell, Master Q? What'd ye all do to the other tavern?
"NOOOO! no more hitting! no more hitting!" Anyae screams as the safety of her locked cage is overcome with ease as she rolls up in a protectiove ball with her wings curling around her.
"LADY ANARIS!"
*peers down at the cage*
It's rolled up in a ball. Is that bad? *looks around for Kiara* *nothing*
Oh, bah!
*reaches a hand into the cage and gently lets a little of her own healing talent flow over the little ball o'fae*
S'okay, little thing. No more swattin'. That didnae work out so well.
Looks up warily as she feels the healing flow. Anyae sees the evil spatula bearing electro zapping giantess tsaring down at her with what surprisingly looks to be a concerned expression on her face.
"Really? You promise?" Anyae asks ,still nervous that Anaris is nowhere to be seen, as she slowly gets to her feet.
*raises her other hand to swear and realizes she's holding the spatula...quickly drops it behind her back*
By m'Lord Marr, I willna swat ye again. Or zap ye, fer that matter. Ye look like ye've been through enough. And Marr knows, bein' fluffed by Anaris'll take the flutter outta anyone.
*you can almost see a candle light over Sol's head as she has a brilliant idea* Chika! Chika, c'mere, Tonga! I've an idea!
We've all that ink...get some paper. Better than swatting! Better than zapping! If we want the fae out of our hair...er, fur...ye know...anyway, we'll stop making banners and start makin' gift certificates ta Lady Anaris' spa!
*chuckles with satisfaction*
They'll all be too worried about wrinklin' their wings or mussin' their hair to torment us!
*happily ruffles the little Fae's hair* See! S'be alright! Ye'll probably even get a pedicure!
Henrieta enters the tavern, several bottles and a large bag in hand.
Seeing the paint-splotched room, she bursts into giggles. "Wow, I wish I had been here for this! This almost looks like that one tavern in Holmshire when we got through with it! Except, it's paint ... and not nearly so much of it ..."
She goes over to where Quince's fire elemental is keeping the vodka solution warm. She gets several other bowls, and mixes some liquids and powders together.
"Horatio, did you warn everyone about the smell?"
She stands, two bowls poised over the third, looking at her cousin.
Anyae blinks in confusion as she is handed the gift certificate and wonders why everyone keeps messing up her hair all the time as she tries to straighten it out again.
"What's a pedicure?"
*walks back into the tavern, pretty pink trademark Kiaria bandage on her nose*
Anyae darling! Over here! You are who you're with! Be careful!
*raises an eyebrow at Henrieta*
Anyway, I forgive you for that awful accident where I got smacked on the nose.... I figured we just forget about it, darling! We shall blame it on instinct! But we must work on that... Next time, you--
*stops short and notices Sol and Chica scribbling something on pieces of paper with the word "Spa" in it*
What....what in Norrath are you two scoundrelinas up to this time?!
*arches a brow and crosses her arms*
*looks up with an innocent smile*
We're making gift certificates to your spa for all the fae! They're in need of your expert assistance. And pedicures.
Watching the scene in front of her, Imeriel is reminded of a time two bards came into the Tavern. Smiling at the memory, she hums softly and sings quietly to the remembered tune. "View Spa ... baaaayyybeeeee"
*Chika looks up from her work and sniffs the air.*
"Somethin smells funny, it does!"
*Moving back to her work, and talking at the same time..*
"And dis is ummm.. well something to welcome the new Fae to umm, Norath! Fae Send Sertificate, otherwise all our banners are wasted.
Miss Sollery said yous are such a nice person, and would give all the Fae a pecidure! The fae wills be sooooo happys!
We saw dat the swattin wasn't so succesfuls, Chika thinks because we had only a spatula and branches to swat with, and not really a Faeswatter yet
*nods firm and looks up again, now holding a paw over her nose*
"Mr Quiche..? MR QUIIIICHE!! Chika thinks yous are burning something, it smells funnyyyyyyys!!"
*Suddenly Chika sees the pink bandage on Anaris' nose and bursts into giggles*
"oooh miss Annis, whats THAT on yous nose??" *points with her 'free' hand, with the paintbrush towards Anaris'face*
Quote from: Anaris on December 08, 2006, 05:06:36 PM
Anyae darling! Over here! You are who you're with! Be careful!
Anyway, I forgive you for that awful accident where I got smacked on the nose.... I figured we just forget about it, darling! We shall blame it on instinct! But we must work on that... Next time, you--
Anyae blinks in confusion over the "you are who you're with" comment deciding it must be an elf thing. Anyae is also about to comment about the lack of dodging skill Lady Anaris seems to have and that perhaps that is something SHE needs to work on. However as soon as Anyae opens her mouth to speak Anaris is quickly distracted by the certificate making.
That does remind Anyae of something though. Holding up the ceritifcate Solerei gave her Anyae pipes up asking "Lady Anaris. What's a pedicure?"
Quote from: Chika on December 09, 2006, 02:20:50 AM
"Mr Quiche..? MR QUIIIICHE!! Chika thinks yous are burning something, it smells funnyyyyyyys!!"
"No, that's the solvent. It's kinda foul, but does sure clean up furniture nicely!" He and Henrieta consult on the mixture, then once they agree it's right, he passes out towels to everyone (including the recently returned Anaris). "OK, folks let's get this cleaned up."
*stares at the towel Quince just handed her, and stares back at Quince with a blank look*
.....what....whatever do you expect me to do with this non-Erudian non-finely spun washcloth?
*looks extremely puzzled*
*wanders in and gets handed a towel*
*hears Anaris' last comment and hands her his towel*
"Think yer sposed ta clean stuff. Dunno."
*quickly leaves, dodging towel handers*