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Off in the park, there's a small little table set up. There's some interesting trinkets that seem pretty unassuming, sold by an equally unassuming boy and his interesting companion. There's absolutely nothing magical to find here, right? Well, not unless you know what you're looking for. (Join Celso or Daria to take a peek, who knows what you might find, or what the effects could be.)
Host: Celso and Daria
Participants: Celso, Daria, Jaiyden, Hux, Lark, Ohanna (1 post, had to leave), Augusta Dove (2 posts only)
Host: Celso and Daria
Participants: Celso, Daria, Jaiyden, Hux, Lark, Ohanna (1 post, had to leave), Augusta Dove (2 posts only)
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Celso's little setup was pretty much as simple as it could be. There would be no real flashy signs or things to draw people in. The little table itself was set up with various little works made with wire and they all seemed to glitter with little bits of glitzy glam that made them sparkle more than the dull wire would ever allow them to. Most were in shapes of various things-- animals, even people-- but there'd be no real telling what any of them meant. Beside the young witch was a bag of mangos and near that a bag intended for the trash they generated. Daria, who was likely working on another flower crown, was really the one who was going to be interested in the fruit bag, but Celso paused in the lull of passing people to cut himself some fruit and offer pieces to Daria as he did. "It looks really nice, I bet someone will want to buy it."
Daria, meanwhile, was the picture of relaxation. With his head pillowed on whatever passed for Celso's bag, he seemed completely at ease sprawled out in the sun, squinting against the light up ahead. His clothes were baggy and worn, but he seemed ...mostly clean, save for the dirt under his nails which might have implied that he had been digging in the dirt or something of a similar nature. In his hands, he was weaving together a crown of white and purple clovers, intermixed with buttercups and whatever other wildflowers he could find growing sparsely around them within the park. Shamelessly, he just reached up and placed his completed crown on Celso's head. It was a little too big, so it probably listed to one side-- but it was the thought that counted, right? "They better," he'd say as he just flopped back down in the grass and started on his next one. He needed to contribute to sales, after all. Still, he took that piece of mango and popped it into his mouth without even looking up.
Jaiyden had been on house arrest for weeks! WEEKS! It was killing him really and he needed to get out and do something. Anything! It was why he had 'stolen' the truck (Yeah he found where his husband thought he hid the keys) and headed into town without any real cause. Deciding that the park would probably be quieter than the beach (and he had gotten shot the last time he went there so...) he parked along the edge of the road and flicked keys into pocket. It didn't take long to notice Daria and Celso set up selling...whatever those trinkets were, the older man quirking a brow as he approached. "Hello again." he greeted with a friendly enough wave. "What's all this?" gesturing vaguely to the table and than to the flower crowns.
Hux decided it was time to take Lark out for a while, Diona had become a little obsessive that the cat had been evil. It was understandable since her 'sister' was a merwoman and cats had a reputation of being predatory and even more so that stereotype that they ate fish easily. Daryl wouldn't have known, she never owned a cat until now. It was all dogs or exotics like leustic pythons or birds with the dabble of a tanuki here or there. Right now, her house was a mad house full of supernatural creatures with a Merwoman, a dragon, tanukis, dogs and now a familiar who preferred her cat form over that of a human. Giving this exasperatingly bright J- street fashion woman the time or mental space to really lament over her heart pains concerning someone outside of her little social bubble. Sighing ever so much, rubbing her forehead as the familiar complained potentially about being wrenched away from her books and the art collections Daryl acquired over years to have a little >Hux: exploration - sunshine even. "Come on, don't be a stick in the mud. This is one of the only days I have off." She rasped, bedazzled acrylics pinching up the face mask that had a rather surly print of a monster's mouth over it. how cute a little road side craft table. Getting the prickle of magic off of some items and her curiosity was piqued furthermore. Pulling the taller woman along. "Let's see if they have something for the shop....for detection." Already they had a customer - someone she didn't recognize at all, then again the blonde knew no one - way to go female john snow. <e>
Ohanna had been enjoying a nice little stroll in the park. It was certainly a nice day, one where she didn't want to be shoved inside with books and homework. Being inside on a day like this should be a crime. Now that she was out and about, she felt free, the cool spring breeze kissed her skin and ruffled her short platinum blonde locks. The shy and soft spoken gal was randomly following the stone laid paths that dotted through the park. Rounding a corner, she spotted a small gathering of less than five. Looking at the group, she saw a rather quaint menagerie of items laid out for display. A few of the glittering trinkets caught her eye. Curious, the were made her way over and oogled the lovely sparklies and quite lovely flower crowns. She had to admit, the crowns were much better than anything she could ever do.
Lark indeed avoided going out into the generalized public unless she absolutely had to, if only for her sheer ignorance about modern life and technology. She was usually so deep into books that she either swiped from either girl or conned Daryl into getting for her. Giving an indignant huff as she was tugged along, she probably looked a whole mess - that usual dark aesthetic mixed out for some bright ass clothes that she knicked from the blonde's closet and in turn Daryl probably tried to fix. "Detection?" Hybrid accent floated over airy tone. "Do you want me to just live there?" Considering she was both born and bred of magic, the woman not only sensed it with ease, but would also throw signals essentially at anyone else who could do the same thing. Whilst companion rooted about the stock, Lark idly browsed - not really sure what she was looking at, but knowing they were more than they seemed. Picking up a flower crown, she held it out towards Daryl. "We could set Lark: this to burn eternally. A crown of flames, if you will."
Celso. The smile that lifted to life was a soft, happy one when Daria presented and set the crown on his head. It didn't matter that it hung a little off to the side-- his curls were probably enough to keep it from falling and he seemed proud about wearing the crown. Hey, it was made by his familiar, of course he was going to he happy to present the dragon's work like a living advertisement. "There's no reason for someone not to like them." He was content and it showed in the way he idly worked on weaving together another wire trinket to pass the time. Even early on, it was clear he was making a bird this time around. He only looked up from his work when Jaiyden made his approach and he offered a small, friendly wave. "Oh, Daria's selling his crowns and I'm selling some of my wire work." He showed the work in progress in his hands before nodding to the assorted trinkets. "See which one calls out to you. Consider it a good luck charm." He nodded to Daria, "he can help you with the crowns." He glanced to the next person to arrive (Hux) and he just indicated the table to her and her companion with a simple, "Feel free to take a look." He wouldn't know what she was looking for specifically since it wasn't asked of him, but he'd have no qualms in pulling off a little magic charm to give whatever was picked out the right effect. The witch, of course, could sense plenty of magic afoot. Until he had an idea of what these two were looking for, his focus shifted to Ohanna as she came by with curiousity in her eyes. "If you see anything you like, just let me know. He can help you pick out a crown."
Daria hummed thoughtfully in response to Celso's words, his brows furrowing in an almost childlike determination, though he said nothing. Instead, his eyes were quick to find Jaiyden when he made his approach-- as he would have been quick to spot anyone, really. Those sharp eyes flicked away from the weaving flower stems between his fingers and towards the other familiar without fanfare, definitely calling very little attention to his presence other than the look itself. He'd, of course, let Celso address the "customer" first - if only because his social skills were about as well-defined as a rock's - before tilting his head and sitting up. "You need a crown," he said simply, as if he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. When Daryl and Lark approached, he was quick to sense the familiarity of another, well ...familiar. It made his proverbial hackles rise as protective instincts made him want to stand guard over Celso and hiss at her to leave. Daria: But there were Rules when being a human-- namely, no nudity and no hissing. Apparently, people didn't like that. That didn't stop him from looking through narrowed, reptilian eyes as they approached. Harmlessness was typically a guise for aggression. He would not assume these people were guileless from first glances-- either way, he did not dismiss them either. Ohanna brought with herself a more ...peaceful presence, which essentially labeled her a sucker in his eyes. Looking from the flowers in his hands to Ohanna's hair, he reached out a hand to offer her the crown to say, "It matches your hair." Not really, but the whites and purples and yellows would look pretty in her platinum blonde. Of course, Lark's words were quick to call his attention back, and he snapped his jaw a little in irritation before saying, "Don't BURN it." Because honestly, he worked hard on those crowns! e
Jaiyden flicked his gaze to the approach of well; plenty of people. It was a real party now wasn't it? It didn't take much to sense the presence of someone like him, whether Lark was a familiar or not; she definetely read not-human. Daryl was eyed for a brief moment but Daria was quick to steal his attention back. "I need one huh? Sure why not." he offered a shrug, letting Daria decide on which one suited best as he regarded Celso. "Mm, I don't think any trinket is going to improve my luck." he had a witch for a husband, he had all the magic he needed after all. "But maybe one just to have around." he was eyeing the one being worked on, he had quite an affinity for birds after all. Ohanna's approach had him shifting out of the way; coming to sit in the grass near Daria after he started getting all worked up over Lark's presence. >>Jaiyden The mention of burning the flower crowns had him sighing. He was about to comment, but decided to just let the dragon handle that as he regarded Celso once more. "That one you're working on; I'll take it." he knew what magic lied in those wired figures but really; he just wanted it because it was a bird. <<
Hux > Was this a magical people meet up? Did the woman miss that flyer some where tacked in a dusty coffee shop or on the bulletin board she posted outside of the guise of her shop. So far it was just a bunch of business cards or party fliers that became quickly irrelevant. Plainly looking over Jaiyden and nodded ever so much before that small woman took to looking at her friend. She squinted at the familiar like she was joking. The rest of her face was relatively unseen by the fabric stretched across those features. Eyes though were the window to the soul and they were just dangerously pricked "Don't be rude." The woman rasped even as her cat-woman probably just shrugged at her landlord? Disinterested in starting a magical brawl over florals and baubles. Though the idealism of having a flaming crown would be interesting enough, but didn't fit her aesthetic. Now - - Daryl didn't need the magic, she wasn't a weak witch or.....whatever the hell she was but she knew >Hux: how to fly beneath the hypothetical radar since witches or magical entities who blissfully exposed themselves were often penalized by normal society. But she was more or less interested in the acquisition of other magic types, to pick them apart - to learn from them and what they knew. Her monsters....the passengers were the same they wanted to learn more about western magic style and this was the easiest manner to do so. Looking between the two familiars even as the tall- Draconian one? prickled up and looked aggressively at Lark. "Gomen ne for my friend." That tone odd, slurred hawaiian and some indistinguishable asian. Elbowing Lark in the ribs, she'd have to take her shopping some time soon so she didn't keep stealig her goddamn clothing. Trying to get her to apologise which was a rare thing for she was stubborn as all get out. Turning towards the other Witch easily, changing the topic easily enough. "I was wondering if you take a commission to make a hanging ?Hux: item with particular qualities?" Dancing around the topic of magic in case the other customer was not like them. <e>
Lark, upon being much closer now, could easily detect the two boys for what they were, and her eyes sat idly on the other familiar. Would he feel threatened? He shouldn't of if he did, for she had no intentions here. Hell, she wasn't even bound to Daryl, she just kinda freeloaded with her at the moment. Sure, her mere presence enhanced the abilities of the witch, but it wasn't as strong as if she was sealed in. Attention moved from the dragon for but a moment - to Jaiyden and then Ohanna, before the cat would sweep gaze over Celso, only to rest once again on Daria. "Don't?" She lifted it up a bit, as though examining it. "It was a suggestion of what could be done, not a confirmation." It was as though silent posturing was going on between the duo, though honestly Lark was oblivious to the reason of his immediate displeasure with her presence - her reaction was one of amusement. An empty threat, because Daryl wouldn't buy her fries if she used magic in public again Lark: today. Apathy at it's finest, really. Of course, Daryl had to scold her, then apologize?? She didn't do anything wrong?? Hybrid was so out of touch with modern times that she wouldn't realize that her words might of been rude and not simply direct. Lark simply sat the crown back upon it's display area and folded her arms, despite that sharp elbow to her ribs.
Celso. Daria's 'approach' to selling was honestly... well, expected and he found it to be pretty endearing. That's totally how selling works, of course. He let his familiar handle the crowns aspect of things while, of course, keeping an idle eye and ear on things just in case Daria needed any guidance in dealing with people. Or, well, there was more magic here than anything else, wasn't there? Regardless, Celso remained a peaceful presence with attentiveness for any malicious activity happening around him. He trusted Daria to keep him safe and he'd keep his familiar safe in return. Jaiyden's words just had him kicking up a small smile. "You never know, bad things still manage to happen sometimes." After all, Jay had been injured, and all the luck in the world hadn't been there to help prevent that. He caught the look and he merely presumed Jay was going to want this one. Hey, his memory may have been broken, but he knew the bird was going to want it. When Jay finally commented on wanting this one, the young witch just smirked. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist this one." He continued working on said trinket with hands that moved with practiced ease and the untrained eye was going to miss the warmth and sparkle of magic in his hands while he charmed this one up for luck and safety. Daryl's words had him pausing to look toward her and his nod was a simple one. "Sure, I'd do that. Here, just write down what you're looking for and a way to be in contact with you." He had a book for instances like this and he offered a blank page. "All I ask is for a deposit of half up front, and the rules are simple: no dark, dangerous qualities." As a user of light, healing, and safety magics, he simply wouldn't have a good time creating anything Dark.
Daria was definitely pleased when Jaiyden did not deny his need for a flower crown, nor did he decide to decline to buy one of Celso's trinkets as well. The pleased warble under his breath was definitely a testament to how he felt about THAT, but that was neither here nor there. Only Jaiyden would be able to hear it, and that was because he was sitting next to him. Of course, Ohanna leaving right after he had offered her a crown was ...frustrating, but the dragon merely huffed and decided it would be for Jaiyden. Was $50 too much for a flower crown? He didn't know. He'd ask Celso later. Instead, he seemed to huff at Jaiyden's comment regarding "luck"-- "It will not make you bulletproof," he'd insist simply enough, eyeing the man coolly as if he knew what he was thinking. He didn't, really, not at all, but that didn't stop him from believing that he did. Then on to the whole "setting Daria's hard work on fire" topic, and he simmered at least somewhat when Daryl cDaria - apologized for her friend. But Lark was - apparently - less sorry. "Don't burn it," he'd just say again - uselessly - as if Lark hadn't understood him the first time. For all intents and purposes, maybe he was being a little territorial but the whole "selling these things" aspect of earning money wasn't something that he fully comprehended. It was hard for a dragon to let go of these sorts of things. Why didn't Celso explain this in the beginning? Either way, Celso was being more successful so he just quietly resumed his flower making with a petulant grumble under his breath. No chasing away the customers, Daria. e
Augusta Dove is preceded down the sidewalk by the sound of her cane, a slow tok, tok, tok of the metal tip hitting the concrete. A nicely ornate cane, various plants and animals are carved into the aged wood, sparkling bits of colored glass catching the light here or there where they've been used to highlight different features. Hobbling along, back bent a little with age, the old crone squints toward what appears to be a street seller, eventually bringing a pair of half-moon glasses up to her eyes to better look at what is on offer and eye the other people gathered around. Bundled up against the weather (warm or cold), with a scarf half over iron-gray hair and a sweater buttoned up around her shoulders, she peruses with a slightly too loud, "Nice! Very nice things here! Nice to see young people earning their keep too!" Gripping a knobby hand around the top of her cane, she reaches out to touch something on the sale table.
Jaiyden wasn't a complicated creature which was why Celso had read him so easily. After all they had met when he had crashed into a tree...as a bird; so really the targeted marketing was clever if not simple. "I am not so sure any amount of luck will stop the bad things, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to have something around." he hadn't been having much good luck recently so maybe the little magical trinket would actually do something about that! Celso's statement of not being able to resist had the familiar chuckling. "You got me." he offered a shrug as he quirked lips into a smile. Letting him handle the deal with Daryl he shifted attention back to Lark and Daria. Was all that posturing really needed? He didn't seem to think so as he sighed as he finally decided to weigh in on that whole mess. "Is it not easy enough to just assure him you won't burn his hard work?" really, was this whole puffing of the chest necessary? >>Jaiyden Maybe he just enjoyed the peace of the Ranch a bit too much these days. The offer of the flower crown had him setting the thing upon his own head before reaching into his back pocket for wallet. Fifty was probably a bit steep for a crown of flowers; but he'd offer a twenty before putting it back. "I'm a bit disappointed it won't make me bulletproof, I guess I'll just have to avoid bullets all on my own." it wasn't like he had intended to get shot in the first place! One of those..wrong place wrong time sort of deals. With the crown business settled and his wire bird still being finished up he took the opportunity to glance around again, brow arching to the approach of Augusta. He wasn't the one running the show here so he wouldn't say anything to allow for Celso to sell more of his wares.
Hux found it almost annoying how this cat DEMANDED her to buy her fries, to buy her books and the like which really she should have been thankful to some extent that the blonde took her in? Even thwarted a rather annoying seeking spell that had been trailing after the birmen feline. "I guess you dont want french fries then." Now she was trying to cast spells in public!? jesus h christ she literally had her work cut out for her on top of being basically sleep deprived due to her historical rumblings with a devil. comically enough however she could see a Lizard push-upping at a rather large, hairy cat which caused her to place a secret smirk. "Down on your luck?" She hummed at the tall farmer who purchased a crown from the lizard familiar. Of course her attention snapped back to Celso - she had found no issue with these stipulations on his part. "Price?" Tilting her head, as she had pulled out a rather thick looking pocket book from her pocket - as if she had an >Hux: inter-dimensional portal in her pockets. Well, duh if she was able to warp around like howls moving castle then this was child's play. Money had not been an issue. There had been no ill wills emitting from the short woman at all as she bit the end of her thumb and signed in blood. Holy hell that was intense but it had a better sense of permanence. "It will be used for nightmares.or warding off.........those who like to haunt dreams of others." <<
Lark set gaze on Celso for a moment, as he seemed unconcerned that his familiar was trying to have some territory dispute over his person. Or, he wasn't aware. Either way, Lark had no interest in encroaching on that border. She was forced into the familiar life, not born into it as one always was. Oh no, instead she was a sin against nature. Poor Jaiyden was ignored for now, if only for the sake that her attention was honed in on Daria. That was, until he weighed in. She simply looked at him, allowing for pupils to narrow into their catlike slit. Again, the dragon insisted that she not burn it. Trying to extend a metaphorical olive branch, the cat replied simply as she was in the process of placing it back on their table. "Have you considered wolfsbane?" A pause, waiting for response. "For protection purposes. This would be a good disguise." There was a pause, before making an audible question towards Daryl. "Wolfsbane is still a thing, isn't it?" That threat of no Lark: fries was the worst thing she could do right now. Honestly, how long until she made the cat get a job or do something useful other than brood around the house? About that time, an older woman approached, and the cat bristled out of instinct. Living on the streets in that feline form had her meet more than a few.. crazy old ladies who wanted fifty cats. Whilst older woman spoke to the boys, Lark turned her attention towards Daryl with that look. "You know, if this was the only thing being worn, that would be alluring."
Celso, of course, would realize his error in not explaining things well eventually. They had been to the market enough that he had simply hoped Daria understood how these things worked. Ah well, that was the beauty of living and learning. Content to keep working and unbothered by Daria's normal response to everyone, Celso continued making the bird trinket for Jay. Of course, he couldn't help the snort of a laugh at Daria's comment. "He's right. I'd still avoid bullets and sharp objects. Maybe it'll just keep you from getting yelled at so much." His attention was drawn up and toward the old woman to approach the table next and her complimenting merely earned her a beaming smile from the young witch. "Thank you, ma'am," because, of course, manners were quite important with your elders. Just like the others, he did not dissuade her from looking and waited patiently in case she was looking for something specific. His hands, meanwhile, continued working the wire into the desired shape for Jay and he eventually would put on the finishing touches and offer the bird to the waiting bird with a smile. "Here you go, tell me what you think." Of course, in the hands of a familiar, the warmth of magic would be easy to feel especially. The bird itself was one in flight and though it was mostly dull wire he had worked on a bead for the eye to match Jay's eye. Hey, he was a crafty and attentive little witch sometimes. As for Daryl and her wants, he nodded. Taking notes of her ideas and what she was ultimately looking for design wise, he studied the concept and offered a price of, "Five hundred, it'll probably take me a little bit if time to complete, but I should have it ready in a week. Can't leave any loophopes in a dream catcher after all." He tapped the vague sketch he made. "If you want it larger, it'll cost more. This one's about half a foot wide, but it should do the trick for a standard sized place."
Daria's first instinct in regards to Augusta was, of course, to snap at her for touching what wasn't her's. But that wasn't a good way to sell anything, so he didn't. Instead, he sort of huffed and puffed and kept right on making his crown because, in reality, he wouldn't be much help otherwise. Sure, he boosted Celso's energies, but really all he did was steal mangos and take up space-- this was his attempt to do something useful. Even though useful to Daria and useful to just about anyone else were vastly different things. Mostly, he just took to sitting there and finishing his crown before plopping it on top of Jaiyden's head and proclaiming, without an ounce of hesitation, "That'll be $50." Whether or not he paid it, the smell of blood would have him turning his head towards the table again with a frown. That didn't smell like a normal contract. Lark's comment about wolfsbane had him appearing thoughtful for a moment, but his silence would be his only answer. cDaria - Mostly because he didn't know what wolfsbane was and didn't want to look stupid. So he'd just nod like he accepted that and go back to making more crowns. Jaiyden apparently "had his back" so to speak, so he didn't seem bothered by his presence. e
Augusta Dove looks over the wares for a little while longer, but as nothing catches her eye, she hobbles away.
Jaiyden shifted to lean back on arms as he settled them behind him. "Hmm? Not particularly." he answered Daryl in regards to luck. "Just a bit of unfortunate circumstances recently." he considered himself a pretty lucky person in most regards. He couldn't really complain with the way his life had gone so far. The almost dying thing was unfortunate, but he had managed to survive so...what was pretty damn lucky actually when he thought about it. Lark's olive branch was noted, at least she wasn't talking about burning it or trying to start a fight so that was something. He would let Daria go about answering though, because he was fairly certain the dragon-familiar only cared whether they looked pretty. He could be wrong though, weaving in some protective elements to the crowns would be rather ingenius now that he thought about it. Of course, they weren't exactly durable so ... maybe more of a short term thing. >>
Jaiyden which meant he should probably get on back before Juddson realized he was gone. Eh who was he kidding, the witch was probably waiting on the porch with crossed arms to give him a tongue lashing. He was mostly healed though! Jeez. Daria's insistence on fifty had him snorting. "You know just because I like you; here you go." and he fished out another $40, handing it to Celso this time in exchange for the bird. "It's really beautiful; I'll have to get you to make another one for me soon." because he was going to give this one to Juddson duh. "I think this should cover it right?" referring to the money he had already offered. Sixty for a wired bird and a flower crown, even magically enhanced seemed perfectly reasonable to him! "I should be getting back, before I get yelled at some more." he flashed a quirk of a smile to Celso, glancing back to Daria who was zoning back out with his flower crowns. >>
Jaiyden"Take care yeah?" he offered in form of goodbye before pushing up and making his way back to the truck; flowercrown still on head and bird trinket secured in his hand. [Time to cook dinner! Exit]
Hux > Nothing was ever normal between witches, they had their ways to ensure they weren't going to get fucked over by their compatriots or other people. And Daryl had been absolutely no different as the blood sunk in to the paper and folded in on it's self in a neat mannerism. Looking unenthused about the eldery woman who just blitzed away as if her ass had been on fire. Alrighty then. As it was then Face Palm at both comments flying RIGHT out of that familiars mouth. What was she supposed to say Satan or Christ all mighty at that point. " Wolfsbane isn't good.......unless you are trying to scare or poison a werewolf." Wondering if that type of commentary had been made at Daryl because of her fondness for one who had been quite upset with her for a bunch of misunderstandings and actions. Something they had to ultimately work upon but the familiar understood and saw that pain. Snorting at the naked comment. "nope" Those eyes deadpan at her for a moment before >Hux: nodding to the warlock? witch before her. Mentioning anything that looked like animal that could fly......which was ultimately - try your hand at a dragon, a good ol noodle boy type wrapped around a dream catcher's hoop. Other then that she trusted his judgement. "I think the size will be fine.........." nodding a little bit as the rancher had left after commenting that it had been really based on his circumstance which was acceptable as an answer to her. Pulling out what looked to be all 500 dollars up front and sliding it towards him. Not playing around with the logistics of paying half there and half some other time, giving him a little good faith. "We look forwards to seeing your work." It was no different than her own work as a tattoo artist and a magical one to boot - it was expensive, time consuming and hard labor to weave magic in to other entities. "Let us go, Lark. You will get your mcdonalds french fries." Like they had came, she had walked back towards town <e>
Lark allowed attention to just fall back to Daryl at this point - Celso was involved talking to the blonde, Daria was focused on his crowns, and Jaiyden was back to talking to the boys. The old woman left as quickly as she appeared, and that left only Daryl to pay attention to. "Scare being the point. They smell it and they'll be wary." Long life meant that you picked up things, but on the other hand, the question was warranted as she was outdated and out of touch - beasts could of evolved in the time period she spent in hiding. She was oblivious to the fact that Daryl had caught the feels for one, and instead thought on the process of flowers the dragon could use. The flirt being shot down caused her to smirk, and Lark put her hands in the pockets of her pants, rocking idly on feet as she waited. Man, two legs were weird to get used to again. Before long, the blonde looked at her again, and fries were brought up - causing some excitement in that usually apathetic
Lark: face. In turn, the familiar all but purred as she tagged along after companion.
Celso's little setup was pretty much as simple as it could be. There would be no real flashy signs or things to draw people in. The little table itself was set up with various little works made with wire and they all seemed to glitter with little bits of glitzy glam that made them sparkle more than the dull wire would ever allow them to. Most were in shapes of various things-- animals, even people-- but there'd be no real telling what any of them meant. Beside the young witch was a bag of mangos and near that a bag intended for the trash they generated. Daria, who was likely working on another flower crown, was really the one who was going to be interested in the fruit bag, but Celso paused in the lull of passing people to cut himself some fruit and offer pieces to Daria as he did. "It looks really nice, I bet someone will want to buy it."
Daria, meanwhile, was the picture of relaxation. With his head pillowed on whatever passed for Celso's bag, he seemed completely at ease sprawled out in the sun, squinting against the light up ahead. His clothes were baggy and worn, but he seemed ...mostly clean, save for the dirt under his nails which might have implied that he had been digging in the dirt or something of a similar nature. In his hands, he was weaving together a crown of white and purple clovers, intermixed with buttercups and whatever other wildflowers he could find growing sparsely around them within the park. Shamelessly, he just reached up and placed his completed crown on Celso's head. It was a little too big, so it probably listed to one side-- but it was the thought that counted, right? "They better," he'd say as he just flopped back down in the grass and started on his next one. He needed to contribute to sales, after all. Still, he took that piece of mango and popped it into his mouth without even looking up.
Jaiyden had been on house arrest for weeks! WEEKS! It was killing him really and he needed to get out and do something. Anything! It was why he had 'stolen' the truck (Yeah he found where his husband thought he hid the keys) and headed into town without any real cause. Deciding that the park would probably be quieter than the beach (and he had gotten shot the last time he went there so...) he parked along the edge of the road and flicked keys into pocket. It didn't take long to notice Daria and Celso set up selling...whatever those trinkets were, the older man quirking a brow as he approached. "Hello again." he greeted with a friendly enough wave. "What's all this?" gesturing vaguely to the table and than to the flower crowns.
Hux decided it was time to take Lark out for a while, Diona had become a little obsessive that the cat had been evil. It was understandable since her 'sister' was a merwoman and cats had a reputation of being predatory and even more so that stereotype that they ate fish easily. Daryl wouldn't have known, she never owned a cat until now. It was all dogs or exotics like leustic pythons or birds with the dabble of a tanuki here or there. Right now, her house was a mad house full of supernatural creatures with a Merwoman, a dragon, tanukis, dogs and now a familiar who preferred her cat form over that of a human. Giving this exasperatingly bright J- street fashion woman the time or mental space to really lament over her heart pains concerning someone outside of her little social bubble. Sighing ever so much, rubbing her forehead as the familiar complained potentially about being wrenched away from her books and the art collections Daryl acquired over years to have a little >Hux: exploration - sunshine even. "Come on, don't be a stick in the mud. This is one of the only days I have off." She rasped, bedazzled acrylics pinching up the face mask that had a rather surly print of a monster's mouth over it. how cute a little road side craft table. Getting the prickle of magic off of some items and her curiosity was piqued furthermore. Pulling the taller woman along. "Let's see if they have something for the shop....for detection." Already they had a customer - someone she didn't recognize at all, then again the blonde knew no one - way to go female john snow. <e>
Ohanna had been enjoying a nice little stroll in the park. It was certainly a nice day, one where she didn't want to be shoved inside with books and homework. Being inside on a day like this should be a crime. Now that she was out and about, she felt free, the cool spring breeze kissed her skin and ruffled her short platinum blonde locks. The shy and soft spoken gal was randomly following the stone laid paths that dotted through the park. Rounding a corner, she spotted a small gathering of less than five. Looking at the group, she saw a rather quaint menagerie of items laid out for display. A few of the glittering trinkets caught her eye. Curious, the were made her way over and oogled the lovely sparklies and quite lovely flower crowns. She had to admit, the crowns were much better than anything she could ever do.
Lark indeed avoided going out into the generalized public unless she absolutely had to, if only for her sheer ignorance about modern life and technology. She was usually so deep into books that she either swiped from either girl or conned Daryl into getting for her. Giving an indignant huff as she was tugged along, she probably looked a whole mess - that usual dark aesthetic mixed out for some bright ass clothes that she knicked from the blonde's closet and in turn Daryl probably tried to fix. "Detection?" Hybrid accent floated over airy tone. "Do you want me to just live there?" Considering she was both born and bred of magic, the woman not only sensed it with ease, but would also throw signals essentially at anyone else who could do the same thing. Whilst companion rooted about the stock, Lark idly browsed - not really sure what she was looking at, but knowing they were more than they seemed. Picking up a flower crown, she held it out towards Daryl. "We could set Lark: this to burn eternally. A crown of flames, if you will."
Celso. The smile that lifted to life was a soft, happy one when Daria presented and set the crown on his head. It didn't matter that it hung a little off to the side-- his curls were probably enough to keep it from falling and he seemed proud about wearing the crown. Hey, it was made by his familiar, of course he was going to he happy to present the dragon's work like a living advertisement. "There's no reason for someone not to like them." He was content and it showed in the way he idly worked on weaving together another wire trinket to pass the time. Even early on, it was clear he was making a bird this time around. He only looked up from his work when Jaiyden made his approach and he offered a small, friendly wave. "Oh, Daria's selling his crowns and I'm selling some of my wire work." He showed the work in progress in his hands before nodding to the assorted trinkets. "See which one calls out to you. Consider it a good luck charm." He nodded to Daria, "he can help you with the crowns." He glanced to the next person to arrive (Hux) and he just indicated the table to her and her companion with a simple, "Feel free to take a look." He wouldn't know what she was looking for specifically since it wasn't asked of him, but he'd have no qualms in pulling off a little magic charm to give whatever was picked out the right effect. The witch, of course, could sense plenty of magic afoot. Until he had an idea of what these two were looking for, his focus shifted to Ohanna as she came by with curiousity in her eyes. "If you see anything you like, just let me know. He can help you pick out a crown."
Daria hummed thoughtfully in response to Celso's words, his brows furrowing in an almost childlike determination, though he said nothing. Instead, his eyes were quick to find Jaiyden when he made his approach-- as he would have been quick to spot anyone, really. Those sharp eyes flicked away from the weaving flower stems between his fingers and towards the other familiar without fanfare, definitely calling very little attention to his presence other than the look itself. He'd, of course, let Celso address the "customer" first - if only because his social skills were about as well-defined as a rock's - before tilting his head and sitting up. "You need a crown," he said simply, as if he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. When Daryl and Lark approached, he was quick to sense the familiarity of another, well ...familiar. It made his proverbial hackles rise as protective instincts made him want to stand guard over Celso and hiss at her to leave. Daria: But there were Rules when being a human-- namely, no nudity and no hissing. Apparently, people didn't like that. That didn't stop him from looking through narrowed, reptilian eyes as they approached. Harmlessness was typically a guise for aggression. He would not assume these people were guileless from first glances-- either way, he did not dismiss them either. Ohanna brought with herself a more ...peaceful presence, which essentially labeled her a sucker in his eyes. Looking from the flowers in his hands to Ohanna's hair, he reached out a hand to offer her the crown to say, "It matches your hair." Not really, but the whites and purples and yellows would look pretty in her platinum blonde. Of course, Lark's words were quick to call his attention back, and he snapped his jaw a little in irritation before saying, "Don't BURN it." Because honestly, he worked hard on those crowns! e
Jaiyden flicked his gaze to the approach of well; plenty of people. It was a real party now wasn't it? It didn't take much to sense the presence of someone like him, whether Lark was a familiar or not; she definetely read not-human. Daryl was eyed for a brief moment but Daria was quick to steal his attention back. "I need one huh? Sure why not." he offered a shrug, letting Daria decide on which one suited best as he regarded Celso. "Mm, I don't think any trinket is going to improve my luck." he had a witch for a husband, he had all the magic he needed after all. "But maybe one just to have around." he was eyeing the one being worked on, he had quite an affinity for birds after all. Ohanna's approach had him shifting out of the way; coming to sit in the grass near Daria after he started getting all worked up over Lark's presence. >>Jaiyden The mention of burning the flower crowns had him sighing. He was about to comment, but decided to just let the dragon handle that as he regarded Celso once more. "That one you're working on; I'll take it." he knew what magic lied in those wired figures but really; he just wanted it because it was a bird. <<
Hux > Was this a magical people meet up? Did the woman miss that flyer some where tacked in a dusty coffee shop or on the bulletin board she posted outside of the guise of her shop. So far it was just a bunch of business cards or party fliers that became quickly irrelevant. Plainly looking over Jaiyden and nodded ever so much before that small woman took to looking at her friend. She squinted at the familiar like she was joking. The rest of her face was relatively unseen by the fabric stretched across those features. Eyes though were the window to the soul and they were just dangerously pricked "Don't be rude." The woman rasped even as her cat-woman probably just shrugged at her landlord? Disinterested in starting a magical brawl over florals and baubles. Though the idealism of having a flaming crown would be interesting enough, but didn't fit her aesthetic. Now - - Daryl didn't need the magic, she wasn't a weak witch or.....whatever the hell she was but she knew >Hux: how to fly beneath the hypothetical radar since witches or magical entities who blissfully exposed themselves were often penalized by normal society. But she was more or less interested in the acquisition of other magic types, to pick them apart - to learn from them and what they knew. Her monsters....the passengers were the same they wanted to learn more about western magic style and this was the easiest manner to do so. Looking between the two familiars even as the tall- Draconian one? prickled up and looked aggressively at Lark. "Gomen ne for my friend." That tone odd, slurred hawaiian and some indistinguishable asian. Elbowing Lark in the ribs, she'd have to take her shopping some time soon so she didn't keep stealig her goddamn clothing. Trying to get her to apologise which was a rare thing for she was stubborn as all get out. Turning towards the other Witch easily, changing the topic easily enough. "I was wondering if you take a commission to make a hanging ?Hux: item with particular qualities?" Dancing around the topic of magic in case the other customer was not like them. <e>
Lark, upon being much closer now, could easily detect the two boys for what they were, and her eyes sat idly on the other familiar. Would he feel threatened? He shouldn't of if he did, for she had no intentions here. Hell, she wasn't even bound to Daryl, she just kinda freeloaded with her at the moment. Sure, her mere presence enhanced the abilities of the witch, but it wasn't as strong as if she was sealed in. Attention moved from the dragon for but a moment - to Jaiyden and then Ohanna, before the cat would sweep gaze over Celso, only to rest once again on Daria. "Don't?" She lifted it up a bit, as though examining it. "It was a suggestion of what could be done, not a confirmation." It was as though silent posturing was going on between the duo, though honestly Lark was oblivious to the reason of his immediate displeasure with her presence - her reaction was one of amusement. An empty threat, because Daryl wouldn't buy her fries if she used magic in public again Lark: today. Apathy at it's finest, really. Of course, Daryl had to scold her, then apologize?? She didn't do anything wrong?? Hybrid was so out of touch with modern times that she wouldn't realize that her words might of been rude and not simply direct. Lark simply sat the crown back upon it's display area and folded her arms, despite that sharp elbow to her ribs.
Celso. Daria's 'approach' to selling was honestly... well, expected and he found it to be pretty endearing. That's totally how selling works, of course. He let his familiar handle the crowns aspect of things while, of course, keeping an idle eye and ear on things just in case Daria needed any guidance in dealing with people. Or, well, there was more magic here than anything else, wasn't there? Regardless, Celso remained a peaceful presence with attentiveness for any malicious activity happening around him. He trusted Daria to keep him safe and he'd keep his familiar safe in return. Jaiyden's words just had him kicking up a small smile. "You never know, bad things still manage to happen sometimes." After all, Jay had been injured, and all the luck in the world hadn't been there to help prevent that. He caught the look and he merely presumed Jay was going to want this one. Hey, his memory may have been broken, but he knew the bird was going to want it. When Jay finally commented on wanting this one, the young witch just smirked. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist this one." He continued working on said trinket with hands that moved with practiced ease and the untrained eye was going to miss the warmth and sparkle of magic in his hands while he charmed this one up for luck and safety. Daryl's words had him pausing to look toward her and his nod was a simple one. "Sure, I'd do that. Here, just write down what you're looking for and a way to be in contact with you." He had a book for instances like this and he offered a blank page. "All I ask is for a deposit of half up front, and the rules are simple: no dark, dangerous qualities." As a user of light, healing, and safety magics, he simply wouldn't have a good time creating anything Dark.
Daria was definitely pleased when Jaiyden did not deny his need for a flower crown, nor did he decide to decline to buy one of Celso's trinkets as well. The pleased warble under his breath was definitely a testament to how he felt about THAT, but that was neither here nor there. Only Jaiyden would be able to hear it, and that was because he was sitting next to him. Of course, Ohanna leaving right after he had offered her a crown was ...frustrating, but the dragon merely huffed and decided it would be for Jaiyden. Was $50 too much for a flower crown? He didn't know. He'd ask Celso later. Instead, he seemed to huff at Jaiyden's comment regarding "luck"-- "It will not make you bulletproof," he'd insist simply enough, eyeing the man coolly as if he knew what he was thinking. He didn't, really, not at all, but that didn't stop him from believing that he did. Then on to the whole "setting Daria's hard work on fire" topic, and he simmered at least somewhat when Daryl cDaria - apologized for her friend. But Lark was - apparently - less sorry. "Don't burn it," he'd just say again - uselessly - as if Lark hadn't understood him the first time. For all intents and purposes, maybe he was being a little territorial but the whole "selling these things" aspect of earning money wasn't something that he fully comprehended. It was hard for a dragon to let go of these sorts of things. Why didn't Celso explain this in the beginning? Either way, Celso was being more successful so he just quietly resumed his flower making with a petulant grumble under his breath. No chasing away the customers, Daria. e
Augusta Dove is preceded down the sidewalk by the sound of her cane, a slow tok, tok, tok of the metal tip hitting the concrete. A nicely ornate cane, various plants and animals are carved into the aged wood, sparkling bits of colored glass catching the light here or there where they've been used to highlight different features. Hobbling along, back bent a little with age, the old crone squints toward what appears to be a street seller, eventually bringing a pair of half-moon glasses up to her eyes to better look at what is on offer and eye the other people gathered around. Bundled up against the weather (warm or cold), with a scarf half over iron-gray hair and a sweater buttoned up around her shoulders, she peruses with a slightly too loud, "Nice! Very nice things here! Nice to see young people earning their keep too!" Gripping a knobby hand around the top of her cane, she reaches out to touch something on the sale table.
Jaiyden wasn't a complicated creature which was why Celso had read him so easily. After all they had met when he had crashed into a tree...as a bird; so really the targeted marketing was clever if not simple. "I am not so sure any amount of luck will stop the bad things, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to have something around." he hadn't been having much good luck recently so maybe the little magical trinket would actually do something about that! Celso's statement of not being able to resist had the familiar chuckling. "You got me." he offered a shrug as he quirked lips into a smile. Letting him handle the deal with Daryl he shifted attention back to Lark and Daria. Was all that posturing really needed? He didn't seem to think so as he sighed as he finally decided to weigh in on that whole mess. "Is it not easy enough to just assure him you won't burn his hard work?" really, was this whole puffing of the chest necessary? >>Jaiyden Maybe he just enjoyed the peace of the Ranch a bit too much these days. The offer of the flower crown had him setting the thing upon his own head before reaching into his back pocket for wallet. Fifty was probably a bit steep for a crown of flowers; but he'd offer a twenty before putting it back. "I'm a bit disappointed it won't make me bulletproof, I guess I'll just have to avoid bullets all on my own." it wasn't like he had intended to get shot in the first place! One of those..wrong place wrong time sort of deals. With the crown business settled and his wire bird still being finished up he took the opportunity to glance around again, brow arching to the approach of Augusta. He wasn't the one running the show here so he wouldn't say anything to allow for Celso to sell more of his wares.
Hux found it almost annoying how this cat DEMANDED her to buy her fries, to buy her books and the like which really she should have been thankful to some extent that the blonde took her in? Even thwarted a rather annoying seeking spell that had been trailing after the birmen feline. "I guess you dont want french fries then." Now she was trying to cast spells in public!? jesus h christ she literally had her work cut out for her on top of being basically sleep deprived due to her historical rumblings with a devil. comically enough however she could see a Lizard push-upping at a rather large, hairy cat which caused her to place a secret smirk. "Down on your luck?" She hummed at the tall farmer who purchased a crown from the lizard familiar. Of course her attention snapped back to Celso - she had found no issue with these stipulations on his part. "Price?" Tilting her head, as she had pulled out a rather thick looking pocket book from her pocket - as if she had an >Hux: inter-dimensional portal in her pockets. Well, duh if she was able to warp around like howls moving castle then this was child's play. Money had not been an issue. There had been no ill wills emitting from the short woman at all as she bit the end of her thumb and signed in blood. Holy hell that was intense but it had a better sense of permanence. "It will be used for nightmares.or warding off.........those who like to haunt dreams of others." <<
Lark set gaze on Celso for a moment, as he seemed unconcerned that his familiar was trying to have some territory dispute over his person. Or, he wasn't aware. Either way, Lark had no interest in encroaching on that border. She was forced into the familiar life, not born into it as one always was. Oh no, instead she was a sin against nature. Poor Jaiyden was ignored for now, if only for the sake that her attention was honed in on Daria. That was, until he weighed in. She simply looked at him, allowing for pupils to narrow into their catlike slit. Again, the dragon insisted that she not burn it. Trying to extend a metaphorical olive branch, the cat replied simply as she was in the process of placing it back on their table. "Have you considered wolfsbane?" A pause, waiting for response. "For protection purposes. This would be a good disguise." There was a pause, before making an audible question towards Daryl. "Wolfsbane is still a thing, isn't it?" That threat of no Lark: fries was the worst thing she could do right now. Honestly, how long until she made the cat get a job or do something useful other than brood around the house? About that time, an older woman approached, and the cat bristled out of instinct. Living on the streets in that feline form had her meet more than a few.. crazy old ladies who wanted fifty cats. Whilst older woman spoke to the boys, Lark turned her attention towards Daryl with that look. "You know, if this was the only thing being worn, that would be alluring."
Celso, of course, would realize his error in not explaining things well eventually. They had been to the market enough that he had simply hoped Daria understood how these things worked. Ah well, that was the beauty of living and learning. Content to keep working and unbothered by Daria's normal response to everyone, Celso continued making the bird trinket for Jay. Of course, he couldn't help the snort of a laugh at Daria's comment. "He's right. I'd still avoid bullets and sharp objects. Maybe it'll just keep you from getting yelled at so much." His attention was drawn up and toward the old woman to approach the table next and her complimenting merely earned her a beaming smile from the young witch. "Thank you, ma'am," because, of course, manners were quite important with your elders. Just like the others, he did not dissuade her from looking and waited patiently in case she was looking for something specific. His hands, meanwhile, continued working the wire into the desired shape for Jay and he eventually would put on the finishing touches and offer the bird to the waiting bird with a smile. "Here you go, tell me what you think." Of course, in the hands of a familiar, the warmth of magic would be easy to feel especially. The bird itself was one in flight and though it was mostly dull wire he had worked on a bead for the eye to match Jay's eye. Hey, he was a crafty and attentive little witch sometimes. As for Daryl and her wants, he nodded. Taking notes of her ideas and what she was ultimately looking for design wise, he studied the concept and offered a price of, "Five hundred, it'll probably take me a little bit if time to complete, but I should have it ready in a week. Can't leave any loophopes in a dream catcher after all." He tapped the vague sketch he made. "If you want it larger, it'll cost more. This one's about half a foot wide, but it should do the trick for a standard sized place."
Daria's first instinct in regards to Augusta was, of course, to snap at her for touching what wasn't her's. But that wasn't a good way to sell anything, so he didn't. Instead, he sort of huffed and puffed and kept right on making his crown because, in reality, he wouldn't be much help otherwise. Sure, he boosted Celso's energies, but really all he did was steal mangos and take up space-- this was his attempt to do something useful. Even though useful to Daria and useful to just about anyone else were vastly different things. Mostly, he just took to sitting there and finishing his crown before plopping it on top of Jaiyden's head and proclaiming, without an ounce of hesitation, "That'll be $50." Whether or not he paid it, the smell of blood would have him turning his head towards the table again with a frown. That didn't smell like a normal contract. Lark's comment about wolfsbane had him appearing thoughtful for a moment, but his silence would be his only answer. cDaria - Mostly because he didn't know what wolfsbane was and didn't want to look stupid. So he'd just nod like he accepted that and go back to making more crowns. Jaiyden apparently "had his back" so to speak, so he didn't seem bothered by his presence. e
Augusta Dove looks over the wares for a little while longer, but as nothing catches her eye, she hobbles away.
Jaiyden shifted to lean back on arms as he settled them behind him. "Hmm? Not particularly." he answered Daryl in regards to luck. "Just a bit of unfortunate circumstances recently." he considered himself a pretty lucky person in most regards. He couldn't really complain with the way his life had gone so far. The almost dying thing was unfortunate, but he had managed to survive so...what was pretty damn lucky actually when he thought about it. Lark's olive branch was noted, at least she wasn't talking about burning it or trying to start a fight so that was something. He would let Daria go about answering though, because he was fairly certain the dragon-familiar only cared whether they looked pretty. He could be wrong though, weaving in some protective elements to the crowns would be rather ingenius now that he thought about it. Of course, they weren't exactly durable so ... maybe more of a short term thing. >>
Jaiyden which meant he should probably get on back before Juddson realized he was gone. Eh who was he kidding, the witch was probably waiting on the porch with crossed arms to give him a tongue lashing. He was mostly healed though! Jeez. Daria's insistence on fifty had him snorting. "You know just because I like you; here you go." and he fished out another $40, handing it to Celso this time in exchange for the bird. "It's really beautiful; I'll have to get you to make another one for me soon." because he was going to give this one to Juddson duh. "I think this should cover it right?" referring to the money he had already offered. Sixty for a wired bird and a flower crown, even magically enhanced seemed perfectly reasonable to him! "I should be getting back, before I get yelled at some more." he flashed a quirk of a smile to Celso, glancing back to Daria who was zoning back out with his flower crowns. >>
Jaiyden"Take care yeah?" he offered in form of goodbye before pushing up and making his way back to the truck; flowercrown still on head and bird trinket secured in his hand. [Time to cook dinner! Exit]
Hux > Nothing was ever normal between witches, they had their ways to ensure they weren't going to get fucked over by their compatriots or other people. And Daryl had been absolutely no different as the blood sunk in to the paper and folded in on it's self in a neat mannerism. Looking unenthused about the eldery woman who just blitzed away as if her ass had been on fire. Alrighty then. As it was then Face Palm at both comments flying RIGHT out of that familiars mouth. What was she supposed to say Satan or Christ all mighty at that point. " Wolfsbane isn't good.......unless you are trying to scare or poison a werewolf." Wondering if that type of commentary had been made at Daryl because of her fondness for one who had been quite upset with her for a bunch of misunderstandings and actions. Something they had to ultimately work upon but the familiar understood and saw that pain. Snorting at the naked comment. "nope" Those eyes deadpan at her for a moment before >Hux: nodding to the warlock? witch before her. Mentioning anything that looked like animal that could fly......which was ultimately - try your hand at a dragon, a good ol noodle boy type wrapped around a dream catcher's hoop. Other then that she trusted his judgement. "I think the size will be fine.........." nodding a little bit as the rancher had left after commenting that it had been really based on his circumstance which was acceptable as an answer to her. Pulling out what looked to be all 500 dollars up front and sliding it towards him. Not playing around with the logistics of paying half there and half some other time, giving him a little good faith. "We look forwards to seeing your work." It was no different than her own work as a tattoo artist and a magical one to boot - it was expensive, time consuming and hard labor to weave magic in to other entities. "Let us go, Lark. You will get your mcdonalds french fries." Like they had came, she had walked back towards town <e>
Lark allowed attention to just fall back to Daryl at this point - Celso was involved talking to the blonde, Daria was focused on his crowns, and Jaiyden was back to talking to the boys. The old woman left as quickly as she appeared, and that left only Daryl to pay attention to. "Scare being the point. They smell it and they'll be wary." Long life meant that you picked up things, but on the other hand, the question was warranted as she was outdated and out of touch - beasts could of evolved in the time period she spent in hiding. She was oblivious to the fact that Daryl had caught the feels for one, and instead thought on the process of flowers the dragon could use. The flirt being shot down caused her to smirk, and Lark put her hands in the pockets of her pants, rocking idly on feet as she waited. Man, two legs were weird to get used to again. Before long, the blonde looked at her again, and fries were brought up - causing some excitement in that usually apathetic
Lark: face. In turn, the familiar all but purred as she tagged along after companion.
