banners and flags.

[Solerei]

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*

[Imeriel]

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. 

[Wroethgar]

>>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<<

[Kiaria]

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*

[Alirrin]

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.

[Anaris]

*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*

[Alirrin]

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.

[Henderson]

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.

[Anaris]

*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?

[Alirrin]

"A pact? What exactly did you have in mind?"

[Anaris]

*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*

[Alirrin]

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?"

[Anaris]

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*

[Kiaria]

"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*

[Alirrin]

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 ...

[Solerei]

*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]

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.

[Anaris]

Someone 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!

[tanare]

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

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."
   

[Alirrin]

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."