banners and flags.

[tanare]

"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..."

[Anaris]

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.........

[tanare]

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>

[Solerei]

*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?

[Kiaria]

*barely glances around*

Hmmm?

*smiles*

[tanare]

<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.

[Henderson]

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.

[Anaris]

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*

[tanare]

<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!"

[Solerei]

*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*

[Kiaria]

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]

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!*

[Solerei]

*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*

[Imeriel]

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.

[Solerei]

*shivers as the hairs on the back of her neck stand up*

Ya ever feel like yer bein'....watched?

[Anaris]

*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*

[Kiaria]

Tis will all well, darling. Thy nose tis fine.

*firmly escorts Anaris from the room*

[tanare]

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....

[Alirrin]

"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]

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?"