Picking up Favors

Log Info

• Title: Picking Up Favors
• Emitter: Ravenstongue
• Characters: Ravenstongue, Slixvah, Crik
• Place: Lower Markets
• Time: October 4th, 2022
• Summary: Cor'lana is in the market, picking up some embroidery as Slixvah is running around to help scout around for services and sundries for the upcoming wedding! A corvid egalrin stops by, almost yoinking the embroidery away before the two ladies keep Crik from doing so, the bride-to-be amused by the antics. Slix, not as much. They vanish after leaving a business card and their name, allegedly, before the two ladies head off to get some food from a stall as they chat about their familiars and their antics.

Market District, noon.

The Perfect Stitch is a market stall that offers one service and one service only: embroidery, done well and done fast on a mass quantity of items. This also means, naturally, it's not the cheapest thing in the world, but it's who Cor'lana has chosen to go to for her upcoming wedding. She stands at the stall and takes a large basket from the war golem that mans the stall, gold having already been exchanged. "Thank you so much," Cor'lana says with a smile to the rather petite war golem. "I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate this."

"Your gratitude is recorded," the war golem responds. "Please have an enjoyable rest of the 24 hour time span."

Cor'lana walks a few steps away and murmurs, "Well, the golem probably needs to be calibrated a little for customer service greetings, but the work /is/ quite nice," she says as she draws a small napkin out of the basket and admires the monogrammed initials in a fine lavender color: 'T&C L-A'.

A human woman with rust red hair, ribbons on her arms, and a winning smile jogs up to Cor'lana, her skidding to a halt. She pants some, holding up a pad of paper. "Lana, sugar, baby doll, I gotchu that thing ya wanted. Scouted out all the wedding shtuffs ya might need."

Not-Slix points a finger at various items on the list. "Can get ya glass party favors here." Point. "This place can get tha rental furniture sorted, shipped, then picked up." Highlight. "And this here at the Univeristy can get some mages ta do the cleaning!"

She jabs herself with a thumb. "And here you can get the life of the party!" she grins cheekily.

"And the cake and coffee service here." A dark, deep voice says behind Not-Slix's shoulder. A dark hand reaches out for the notepad, as if it was about to write another entry on it.

The not-so-hunched-over dark cloaked figure had slipped from the crowd and trailed on after the ribboned human when she had jogged over Cor'lana - and now the dark corvid had his beak on over the pad of paper.

Black wings make a little bit of a motion under the folds of his cloak.

"Thank goodness for you, Slixvah," Cor'lana says with a relieved sigh as she looks at Slixvah. "Now that it's all less than two weeks away, it feels... Real more than ever? And also I'm panicking a little."

Then she looks panicked. "Don't Telamon that I'm panicking. Err, I mean, don't tell Telamon--you get what I mean!" Then she spots the big, big corvid that comes up to Slixvah, and she blinks. "Err, friend of yours, Slixvah?" she asks.

Not-Slix sputters slightly, her reaching out to jostle Cor'lana's shoulder. "Girl, chillllllll," she croons. "It ain't a performance fo' a stage. It's just a bunch of friends gettin' t'gether ta have a good ti-"

Deep voice. Hand reaching for her notepad. "Ack!" She jumps a little bit, pivoting around as a hand splays out with motes of a sickly green hue waft from the fingertips. "... oh. It's you." The energy dissipates. "I know of him, but he's a bit of a sussy raven, so... keep your pockets in check."

She regards Crik. "Yo," she greets, welcoming, but slightly guarded.

GAME: Crik rolls Sleight of Hand: (10)+8: 18
GAME: Slixvah rolls alertness: aliased to perception+2: (8)+11+2: 21
GAME: Ravenstongue rolls Perception: (19)+4: 23

Crik tilts his head at Not-Slix, curiously tilting his black beak. You? He bows his head, looks down at the ribboned woman's feet, then back towards Cor'lana with his beak slightly open. "Yes." He confirms to the half-elf, completely ignoring the warning signs given by Slixvah. There's a bit of a flex with his wings - and then he makes a flourished bow, sending his cloak flying over the pair. "Congratulations."

Black fingers reached out for the napkin under the guise of the flowing geometric patterned fabric.

Those violet eyes catch the dark fingers. Cor'lana knows corvid trickery well--it's sort of implied in the name, after all--and she pulls the napkin away. "You could ask to see it, you know?" Cor'lana says, violet eyes filled with something like... amusement? "You're like my raven--"

And then she clearly seems to realize something, as she looks around for a moment. "Pothy! Pothy, come here."

There's a cry of "Snacks!" from the distance, followed by a white raven that soars in the wind to land on Cor'lana's shoulder. There, his blue eyes bore into Crik, as though to say: "I am /judging/ you--"

"Snacks?" he asks, more quietly. No, it turns out he just wanted to know if Crik had any snacks to share.

Not-Slix was half prepared for the corvid to try and snatch something, the human's eyes narrowing. She's about to chastize, but the owner is amused rather than annoyed. She's a bit bewildered by this, her turning her head to the side. "Maybe congratulate by not yoinking somethin's thats for a center piece? Same shtuff with my doodles, ya coulda just asked."

Crik takes a bit of a hop to the side and raises his hand. "What would I do with a napkin?" He asks earnestly with his deep, resonant voice. What would he do indeed - but then he sees the white raven flowing down. Black eyes peer into the blue eyes with a tilt of his head, responding to the judging stare with the endless depth of corvid mystery. 'What have they done to you, brother?' One could nearly read from his emotionless face (if not really). The question is answered with another tilt of his head...

... nd then the larger corvid egalrin flattens towards the ground with beak held upwards. "Snaaacks." Gaze turns towards Cor'lana and Not-Slix, respectively.

Cor'lana's amusement carries on when now Crik is joining in the chorus for snacks. "Maybe you two /are/ alike," she says, looking between the two corvids. "Pothy, you don't have a long-lost big brother or anything, do you?"

Pothy scoffs. "No," he says in Cor'lana's voice. "Only a sister." That one is a combination of both Cor'lana and Patch's voices.

"Aww, well, I love you too, Pothy," Cor'lana responds, before she looks back at Slixvah and Crik. "Well, alright. Maybe we all ought to get a meal or something. Including you, mysterious stranger. What's your name?" she asks of Crik. Odd to offer someone who just tried to take something from her a meal, but that appears to be Cor'lana's whim of the day.

Human Slixvah looks quizzically at the flattened Crik. Her mouth opens, and her puzzled nature is only further spurred on by Cor'lana being /totally okay/ with all these oddities. She's stymied only briefly by hearing Patch's voice, her shooting a glance around before spying Pothy's beak uttering it before looking down at the egalrin corvid.

She bluntly asks, "Dude, are you okay?"

The corvid looks back between the two others and then back to Pothy. Tilt of his head - and he is back up on his feet with a sudden flurry of wings and feathers. A quick eye could probably spot the ridiculous amount of things strapped onto his body - most of them notebooks and books of all sorts, but others look less peaceful. "C to see." The corvid offers a small piece of white cardboard for both of them. It seemed to only have letter 'C' on it - the ink oddly fresh. "Collector. Researcher. Informant." The corvid leans his head back a touch - and a rough sounding click leaves his beak, as if a rock was scraped across his beak. Pothy might recognize the sound as 'Crik'.

Tilting his head at both of them, the papers between his fingers are flicked about and offered with a slight upward flick.

Cor'lana looks at the strange white cardboard and then back at the equally strange corvid rogue, curiosity and a bit of confusion coloring her features... Until Pothy whistles to her. Then she nods and says, "Okay, Crik. Nice to meet you. Interesting name. Now, let's make something clear: I am a sorceress. A pretty good one at that. Don't steal my things and I won't use my magic on you. Especially when they're things for my wedding."

She looks to Slixvah. "Grab something to eat, and then we can go pick up those shotglasses I wanted for wedding favors?" she suggests. "Or... just skip the food and go for the shotglasses. Pothy might protest."

Not Slix frowns at her question being avoided, sky blue eyes flicking towards the paper. She does speak bird. Because, well, she is under all that illusion. "Crik. C. Might want to change your method. Might confused wit' a certain lawyer who might litigate," she mentions, taking the offered card and pocketing it.

She jabs a thumb towards Cor'lana. "Plus one that. I ain't got much like her, but I gots some tricks. Anywho'," she looks to Lana. "Lunch. Please. Been runnin' lots and I ain't a body builder like some folks. Crik, you wanna come? If you do that fledgling thing again I'm going to call you baby bird."

Crik nudges the pieces of cardboard towards the pair of them with the edges of his fingers. His fingers splay open in the air. "No stealing." The corvid responds, before sliding his arms under his cloak.

When the other two are done conversing, there is no sign of the egalrin. Well, for a quick eyed person, there was a sight of the familiar cloak hobbling with the flow of the crowd.

The two pieces of cardboard though, were tightly folded, with text inside. 'Union, evermore' in Cor'lana's, and 'Eyes on the bridge' in Not Slix's.

Cor'lana does take and read her folded cardboard. She squints at it for a moment. "Huh," she says. "Odd bird. Then again, I'm one to talk."

She turns to Slixvah and says, "There's that new stall that just opened up, I think the guy's name is... something Fiery? It's a nickname, I think. All I know is that apparently his food is very flavorful, and Pothy won't stop bugging me to try it."

"Flavor," Pothy murmurs quietly.

Human Slixvah blinks as the man is all but gone. Her brows crease, and she reads her paper. A languid breath escapes her. "... odd. Yeah. Reminds me of Fiadh, somewhat."

She shakes her head, pocketing the card before crossing her arms with a slight smile. "Oh? That sounds coo'. Let's take a trip ta flavor town."

She glances to Pothy. "What's this 'bout a sista? Don't think I didn't catch that. Unless you mean Lan Lan."

"He means me," Cor'lana says as she walks with Slixvah, trying to find the food stall in question. Pothy stays put, apparently content to either ride on her shoulder or defend her from more strange corvid men. "Despite the fact Pothy is much older than me, he calls me his 'big sister'. He's sweet like that."

Pothy's tail wags up and down. "Pothy is so cute!" he says, mimicking Cor'lana, which actually makes the sorceress's cheeks color a little.

"Don't let it get to your head, Pothy, but it is true, you are very cute," Cor'lana concedes. "What about your familiar, Slixvah? Fiadh is a curious little one."

Not Slix bobs her head, her snickering slightly at the prod and tease between familiar and master. "Heh. That's funny. Totally get it though," she hums as they walk along.

The question makes her quirk her brows. "What about Fifi?"

Speak of the bird, and they shall arrive. Finding their way out of the lapel of Slix's robe, the small thrush nestles onto the witch's shoulder. "I am eternal."

Pat pat. "What about 'em?"

"I guess I'm just intrigued by... Well, a lot," Cor'lana confesses, grinning as she looks at Fiadh. "Fiadh's so tiny. So talkative. Pothy's can't talk to other people freely besides myself, and that's in his odd little whistling fashion. He can only talk back at the house freely because Mourner Verna was nice enough to bake a tongues spell into her warding of the house."

Pothy cocks his head at Fiadh. "Hello," he greets, imitating Telamon now. He's clearly hoping that imitating a more graceful and diplomatic individual will suddenly get him on Fiadh's good side.

Slix takes a breath, her putting her hands in her pockets. "Fiadh is a little... different than Pothy. Or any other friendly mage's animal. They's talks well because, well, they's know all the magic I do."

Fiadh regards Pothy. "Greetings," they say diplomatically in their tinny tone. The golden eyed bird shifts their attention to Cor'lana. "I am an emissary. I must know how to speak to others well, otherwise my intentions may not come across."

"You can just exist and people will talk ta ya, since ya so cute~"

"My existence is not an invitation for conversation."

"Rude."

"Anyhow. My duty is to maintain the integrity of the Tapestry. Unmesi here is my vessel for my whims."

"You sound diabolical."

Fiadh preens. Not refuting.

Cor'lana clearly is contemplating Fiadh's words, her expression becoming thoughtful. "Slixvah has her own free will and agency, however," she says. "You're not some puppetmaster. As you said, you're an emissary. Trust me, I know the difference between diplomats and control freaks--I'm marrying a diplomat's son."

Which gets a blink of realization and another panicked look from her. "Oh gods, right, Telamon said his father's in town. I should probably pick up something new to wear for that dinner he suggested we'd have with him--"

"Focus," Pothy says. He preens his own feathers. It's in vogue.

Cor'lana sighs. "Right, sorry. Just, you know, I'm getting /married./ Slixvah, don't get married, it's anxiety inducing. Or do if you're getting married to someone you absolutely love and--"

Bap. Pothy smacks her with a wing before she gets panicked again.

Fiadh just stares at Cor'lana. "... that was a joke."

"Your script sucks."

"Silence. I am emissary of wisdom. I understand what is foul."

"Like your script."

The tiny familiar baps the side of Slix's head, causing the master to giggle.

The master's attention shifts to Cor'lana, which a hand reaches out to pat her on the shoulder. "Sugar, chillll. It'll all be kosher, don't worry." She chuckles a little. "I ain't gettin' married. Not fo' a long while anywho. I've still got like four centuries left in me."

"I've got about a century and a half," Cor'lana says, which returns a small smile to her face again. "Never in a million years, of course, did I think /I/ could get married, let alone for something like love, but my life in the past year and a half has been full of very strange things that makes Addy look at me like I've grown two extra heads every time I talk to her about them."

"Snacks," Pothy quietly coos. Clearly, he's thinking of the Cheerful Corvid's menu, now.

Cor'lana looks back to Slixvah, slowing down a little in her walking. "How is Addy treating you, by the way? I know she's taking a little time off soon since she's not only going to be in the wedding as a bridesmaid, but also to bake our wedding cake, and I know her--she's a perfectionist about that kind of thing."

Slixvah laughs. "Sometimes life throws ya the weirdest curve balls. And sometimes its pretty neat! Though, I do admit, you are rather-"

"Dense."

"-... I'd use a different word, but yes. Ya ain't pick up on me and Patch, so it is a bit surprising for this circumstance ta fall upon ya. 'tis a good thing tho."

She puts her hands in her pockets as Fiadh bobs along to the witch's gait. "Oh, she's treatin' me great! Except, well, you said it. Perfectionist thing. Me thinks she just ain't had the time ta let loose and trust things ta run well. I've basically thrown her out of her own shop recently wit' my feathers and locked her out for morning prep so she can take the damn day off," she giggles.

Cor'lana sighs. "Oh, I know I am," she says. "Dense, that is. /I/ didn't even know I had feelings for Telamon until Grandfather conspired to put us together--and when I told Telamon about them, I told him it felt like I was dying and then asked him if that was having a /really good friend/ was like."

Then she looks between Slixvah and Pothy. "Pothy, did you know that my sister's with Slixvah?" she asks him. "Because I didn't. Not that I'm surprised--you two seem like you'd be a great couple. I'm happy so long as both of you are happy."

Pothy just sighs and makes a motion with his wing like a facepalm. Phenomenal magic power, itty bitty brain power.

Slixvah blinks to Cor'lana. Then just throws her head back and laughs in a hearty way, each exhale sounding like a bird wheezing. "Good heavens, honey. Ya denser than tha rock we walkin' on!"

She giggles. "We've been a thing for a bit. It's nothin' serious. She's cool. I'm cool. We do cool stuff at the same time."

Fiadh shakes their head along with Pothy. "And this is why I am beset upon my mission." Fiadh talk for, 'I'm here to make people less dumb.'

Cor'lana sighs. "I know, I know, it's a marvel that I'm alive," she says. "I'm just thankful that I've learned a bit more about people and relationships these days. Telamon recently taught me a bit about picking up on things, so at least I'm not totally at a loss."

She looks at Fiadh and grins. "Well, are you beset upon a mission to eat some food? Look, I found it!"

She points to a flame-painted market stall announcing itself to be named 'Gav Fiery's Spiceton'. "Let's go get some food!"

Slixvah snickers. "Lana, darlin', sweetie. I sure hope he taught you a lot, 'cause I'm gonna confuse the heck outta ya," she grins in a lopsided manner.

Fiadh deadpans. "I do not need mortal sustenance."

"Oh my gods, Fifi, just be nice and let Pothy have your serving!" she laughs, petting the thrush atop the head before ambling on over. "I'm ready fo' flava flave!"

-End Scene-