Still freshly hatched from the egg that had been the cocoon of his yearlong transformation. Kirell enters the tavern, the stench of the draconic fluid that sustained him announce his presents to any that fail to notice him enter. The red winged Angori silently creeps toward the bar. Leaning over the bar he reaches into a silky red pouch at his side and begins to finger the coins within it, making a harmonic jingling sound, Kirell calls out for his old friend. “Ecelece, uncle Kirell has shinys. How about some of that meat stew and a large mug of ale.” He waits several seconds for a reply before turning to the other tavern occupants. “Who runs this establishment now? What has happened to Tinryn & Ecelece”?
“What’s your record for consecutive questions fey? Are you in some way connected to Ripper & Arienna and their Uordeq slave Wrenn? Why would a fairy smell of dwarf? Where is Sheriff Kevass? Is Corvax at the grove again? Is that insane Wizard Dalgoon still in town? “ The Angori pauses and stares blankly at the ceiling momentarily before he wails “Dalgoooooooon” as he throws his arms over his head as if to protect himself from some unseen projectile. As he lurches to avoid the unseen object his chair flips over sprawling the unconscious Angori onto his back.
Glimmer looks up as the Angori calls out to Dalgoon and grabs the spoon around her neck protectively. As the Angori hits the floor and falls unconious, Glimmer jumps off her stool and hikes up her tutu. She then jumps onto the Angori with a plop and says "Wake up you silly beast! Dlgoon is gone. Well at least I think he is gone. You never know. Tricky bunny man, that one. I think Astrum has some bunny in him." Glimmer snorts and continues, checking the Angori's eyeballs by lifting his eyelids every once in a while.
"As for the sheriff Kevass, he hasn't been here in a long time. Dreygor was sherrif for a time, but that didn't turn out well apparently. Then Akon was the sherrif but she was removed a few nights ago. She's a Deckie Warlockie. Scary lady. I'm not scared of her though, no I certainly am not." Glimmer opens the Angori's eyelid and peers into his right eye about 6 inches from his face. "You in there yet? Corvax hasn't been seen in a long time and it appears most townsfolk know where the grove is now which I am not pleased with at all no I am not." Glimmer sucks in a long breath and continues.
"As for Ariekins and Ripper, I am their Auntie. Much older than they, I am. And Wreynn is a long time friend of mine. He does keep my candeh supply stocked. Just don't eat the red ones if you'd like some. Those are...ermm...special to me."
Glimmer adjusts herself and folds her legs under her on top of the Angori's belly. "I smell like a dwarf because I am betrothed to Taklinn, though I am most unsettled by his behaviors towards a very trashy lady dwarf called Holly. I haven't met her yet, but when I do I intend to give her what for she'll never see coming that's for sure!"
Glimmer places her chin in her hands and stares at the Angori, awaiting a response.
As Akon passes back to her table, she spots the ridiculous pair making a rucus. But then do her eyes spy those delicious morsels of soft delight. So then does her very tongue lick her very lips! She clears her throat, asking pensively. "Glimmer...are those...how to you say...cookies?"
Kirell, awakening to the smell of Fey & Dwarf, is reminded of why he came to the tavern. “By the great horns of Arimir, I can’t remember being this hungry. Glimmer wasn’t it? I believe we met the day I was recruited by the followers of Drathenix. Yes you were here the day Dalgoon the Insane”, Glimmer nearly tumbles from her perch as the Angori throws his hands in front of his face and lurches to protect himself from some unseen object. “That Mad Man nearly killed me. I’d love some of those cookies and a cup of your fairy tea. It’s beginning top come back to me. Your Fairy ale was something special as well. No wonder a Dwarf married you. Kirell coughs & nearly chokes as Glimmer begins stuffing cookies in his mouth. Eaten by a dragon? No no no, I was not eaten by a dragon & I am no pet, fey. As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm I am capable of feeding my self if you would extricate your self from my chest so that I might return to my seat.
Glimmer stuff more cookies in Kirell's mouth with one hand and grbs his eyelids with the other. Upon further inspection, she stands on the Angori's belly and flits to Akon with a handful of cookies. She doesn't speak, but she shoves them into Akon's mouth, hiccups, and flits back to the new interesting Angori. "So if a dragon didn't you, that's less exciting than my origional thinkings on such happenstance. But I'll let it slide...this time."
Glimmer begins pouring more tea for him and continues on. "So what is this Dalgoon business? It appears you and I have something in common, we do." Glimmer fidgets at the spoon around her neck and twitches a bit as she hiccups and says "I'm tellin' you. I never saw a bunny so absurd. And Taklinn didn't have a choice. I'da killed him dead if he'da not wanted to marry me. I go after what I want. And I get it. If you don't want to be my pet, I guess that's ok. Viva la Freedom and all that business. Yoou sure do look hungry. Are you sure I can't feed you? It'll help you rest your arms. You are very smelly by the way. I don't mind dragon gick smell personally, but you might offend some of the others with tastes less valuable as mine." Glimmer pulls a cloth from her bag, looks for her kettle, and soaks the rag. She adds a few herbs to the cloth for scent, eyes the Angori, and dumps the rest of her herbs into the cloth. "Better safe than sorry I say."
She begins to attempt cleaning Kirrel and sits uietly minus a hiccup here and there.
The Angori lies still, and enjoys the cookies and tea while Glimmer flits about like a small fish removing parasites from a larger one. After several minuets Kirell seizes an opportunity to return to his barstool. “I am in your debt lady Glimmer, but cookies and tea will not satisfy even the smallest horned Angori. I need a large bowl of Mutton Stew and a larger tankard of Mead”.
While waiting for the requested food & drink Kirell begins to talk with the Fey about Antasia. “I have had opportunity to study the teachings and related dogma of your Immortal and would very much like to spend time with you and the others in town that practice the ways of Antasia. I believe I can incorporate them in the practice of my art. As for being your pet, that is a bit close to slavery for my liking, and although I have greatly broadened my outlook on such things I don’t believe Arimir would look kindly on any such submission”.
Having finished his Stew and Mead, Kirell gazes at the spoon around the neck of the Fey and throws his arms up to cover his head “Dalgoon.…. Yes I owe him a debt of gratitude and perhaps a good stoning as well. I hope to see you later little one, but I have been invited to visit some of my brethren just outside of town. I believe he called it the Crimson Quarter. It seems some have lost their way and are in need of reminding of the teachings of Arimir. Good day to you."
With that the Angori stands, belches loudly, and crosses the room to the door in 3 deliberate strides.
Glimmer plops down on a stool beside the Angori and does a double take with a hiccup. "OH HIIIIII! Are you new here? I'm Glimmer, resident faerie extrodinaire. I don't know if the tavern keeper is serving right now, but I have two flasks, some teas, and cookies, and candies, and some nuts." Glimmer hiccups before she begins again. "How come you have wings? Are you the boy that Scorch ate? Boy that sure is neato. I like dragons. He's pretty scary I guess. Want some cookies?" Glimmer pulls a giant handful of cookies out and drops them on the bar in front of the Angori. She then pulls her kettle over towards them and pours two cups of the hot water, placing various herbs and pouches in the cups. "So tell me about you. I'm a real people person. And I like pets. Can I keep you? I've never had an ngori before, and you have pretty wings." Glimmer bts her eyelashes and nuzzles the Angori's shoulder as she hiccups again.