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"Crowds," Kitsuki moans faintly. "I hate crowds." She fidgets claustrophobically.
"Hey, I don't like this much myself." It's been a long time since Kaligo has been in the presence of so many strangers, and it's almost overwhelming. It doesn't help that Winter suddenly disappears, which sends him into a near-panic. With so many people around, who's to say what can happen? Furthermore, the roil of thoughts and emotions sends his already oversensitive senses into disarray. He's about to go and look for him despite Nahr's cautions when Winter reappears.
"Thanks," he says, with a smile as he accepts the fruit.
Kitsuki is already gnawing on her own share with a muttered thanks. She doesn't care much for fruit, but dammit, she's hungry. The taste is odd, but it has a mild mintiness to it that does cool her down considerably. She continues nibbling on it as they walk, laying her ears back and then swiveling them forward as she catches bit of conversation. Other than the usual irritation of someone who's a bit of a recluse who now finds herself in a large crowd, she doesn't seem unduly affected, unlike the jittery Kaligo.
"Get ahold of yourself, kid," she mutters out of the corner of her mouth. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Kaligo mumbles as he bites into his feijoa. "There's just a lot of people--"
"Geez. You gotta learn to block these things out."
"I'm afraid it's something I was never really able to teach him," Alexandra says, coming up next to them, "seeing as how I don't really have empathic abilities." She chews reflectively at the feijoa, making a note to buy some to take home later. Whenever later is.
She's feeling increasingly uneasy now. She wasn't planning on ever visiting Council City, and not just because it's a crowded, busy place. Ruby dragons are solitary by nature (but she's not a dragon, she's not). But, well, she has a feeling the Council won't be very happy to see her.
Moreover, she's not going to be very happy to see the Council.
Maybe she can find an excuse to slip away. . . do a bit of sightseeing or something. . .
Stanos is watching Alexandra out of the corner of his eye. He's known her for a long time now, and he can tell that she's uncomfortable. He wonders why, and then remembers that she's a self-proclaimed nondragon. What made her make that decision, anyway? And what did she do that made her want to get as far away from other dragons as possible?
He catches the fruit out of reflex. He's familiar with them and mentally commends the odd white one for his choice, although he doesn't take a bite out of them just yet. Though he was raised in cold climes, he's gotten somewhat used to the heat of the plains by now. "The Council building lies at the center of the city, just up there." He points to the large, domed building ahead of them. "We are going there now--unless, of course, you wish to find lodgings first."
, and Stanos
Rollin' rollin' rollin'....
"Impressive. One wouldn't know the place had been flooded at all," Nahr says as he looks around.
"Yes, but how long ago was that flood?"
"Quiet. You'll give out my age."
"I have to, you're the only one here older than me, I believe."
~If I want to go to a bazaar, I'll go visit Sai. I wonder how he's doing, anyway...~ Gen walks on, easily ignoring all the jewelry, oils, makeup, and other things deemed 'feminine'. Only when they pass by what seems to be a stall selling magick wares does the mage pause to look.
"Shopping?" asks her subconscious-come-dragon.
"Maybe. Go with the others, so I'll be able to find you." The little dragon flies off as Gen looks over some of the various bottles. "Have any gorse oil?"
"Plenty!" the seller declares. "The more you buy, the better the value."
"Duly noted." She picks up a bottle of star anise before glancing at the seller. "I'm looking for an amulet. Ater Cor Regulus."
"And what would such a nice young lady as yourself need with something like tha--" The seller blinks when a rather loud growl works its way up from Gen's throat. "Actually, I don't have it. However, I could perhaps find one willing to sell it to you..."
"With you taking a small finder's fee."
"I must make a living."
"Don't we all. Just remember, emphasis on small. I'll come back later once I know where we'll be staying." With that, she leaves, quickly catching up to the group.
"Maybe, not sure yet." She waves any further questions off before turning to Stanos. "So where's this Council?"
Having suffered a bit from the walk in the sun himself, Winter quickly looks around for something to help cool him off, without resorting to his own powers. He spots a stall some ways off that has just the thing. The sprite reluctantly lets go of Kaligo's arm even as he roots around in one of Mo`re's cloak pockets.
//Winter see something. Winter be right back.// The sprite's gone before anyone can ask, disappearing into the crowd. Mo`re goes to say something, but Nahr stops him
"I understand your fears, but it's best not to over protect him. Besides, with his 'voice', he'll be able to call any one of us if he needs to."
"Doesn't stop us from worrying."
"No 'parent' ever stops." Nahr falls silent when Winter returns, holding a small bag full of elongated, slightly pear-shaped, bluish-green fruit.
//Feijoa! should help cool off. Winter get two for each.//
"Thanks, Win." Gen plucks out four, hiding a smile as he offers both Kaligo and Kit from his own hand while Nahr helps pass out the rest. Turning, she tosses Stanos his two before biting into one of her own.
"Now, the Council. Though let them know I'm not one for sitting around listening to a bunch of people overworking their jaws if I can help it."
Moving right along, now. . .
Somewhere in between coming and going Kitsuki detached herself--or was detached--from Mo`re, though she doesn't seem to be terribly disappointed about being deprived of her target. She shakes herself all over, precisely like an animal trying to dislodge something from its fur, and then slicks down the fur on her tail.
The area looks. . . nice, she decides. Green fields. Blue sky. Forest to one side. Mountains, too, looking huge and close with the skies so clear. Doesn't make her think of home at all. And for that she's glad.
Kaligo, however, doesn't seem to be in any hurry to dislodge the person who's clinging to him. For once, he doesn't mind "belonging" to someone, although it's not really "belonging" so much as. . . uh. . . well, he'll just think about something else now.
"Hmmm," Alexandra hums noncommitally to herself. "You know, I don't think I've ever been inside the City."
Stanos looks briefly surprised at that statement. But then, why would she? When she was a dragon, she stayed in her cave and others went to her. Now that she's supposedly a human, there's no cause or need for her to step foot into Council City. "Well, you'll get to see it soon enough." He begins to step out along the path, away from the trees, into the green fields. "The City is not too far," he says. "But we'd best hurry; it gets hot here on the grasslands."
He did not lie. The sun climbs higher as time goes on, with no clouds in the sky to block it, and there is little wind to give relief. Stanos seems relatively unaffected save for a thin sheen of perspiration that appears on his skin.
The weather, however, does not agree with Kitsuki at all. The fox-demon has long since gone to her much smaller and more energy-conservative fox-form, traveling in the others' shadows. "Are we there yet?"
"Nearly. Look." Stanos points. The City looms ahead of them, surrounded by high, thick walls. The path leads directly to the heavy iron gates.
Once inside, the city is a hustle and bustle of activity. The strangers are treated to brief, curious glances, before being barraged with calls of bargains and wares. There are all sorts of people here. Many are dragons, like Stanos. Others are clearly human. Some look like oversized rats--the tallest one is perhaps four feet tall--but stand on their hind legs and speak like any man. Stanos takes no notice of them, though Alexandra cheerfully takes part in a brief haggling session with a grizzled vendor. She returns to the group with a bag of apples.
The broad, paved street from the main gate leads straight to the Council building, a golden domed building in the center of the city. It branches off into smaller roads, some of which are still unpaved. The buildings are roughly the same, square-shaped and and sand-colored. Most of the ones lining the main thoroughfare seem to be shops, their proprietors and merchants standing in the doorways to call to anyone within hearing distance.
Welcome to Council City.
, and Stanos
Look ma, it only took me ten days... Okay, they're moving NOW
Nahr notices the sand, but he keeps quiet, taking on the role of observer versus active participant.
"Now is good. My schedule's free, at least. And I'd like to see how the old place looks after rebuilding."
"Well I would id I didn't have a distempered, rabid fox on me..."
"You're just asking for it." Gen waits until the telltale energy of a gate being opened prickle her senses before turning to Winter. "Got everything you want, Win?"
//Winter have!// With this, the sprite gently 'gloms' onto one of Kaligo's arms, as though he's one of the things Winter wanted to bring with him. This earns a quiet chuckle from his guardian.
"Yes, I think you do at that. Alright, let's get this over with."
Gen steps through first, Asmindr following to land silently on her shoulder. Someone punts Mo`re through, though Gen's not sure who. She doesn't give it much thought as the others file in, the gate having led everyone to the outskirts of some woods with a pand winding through it.
"You people just pick on me because I resurrect, I know it." Mo`re gets to his feet and brushes himself off. He looks around a bit, his expression bored. "Are we off to see the wizard?"
Asmindr snorts. "If said wizard has scales and large claws, maybe."
"With our luck, it's possible. Well now, Stanos ol' chap, are we to assume this path leads to your city?"
Ack. Sorry so late.
"Ah ha!" And Kitsuki pounces. What happens next is really a quite impressive array of clawing, biting, and. . . odd, should the air in a bookstore smell like a desert?
Winter's innocent question gets nothing more than a chuckle out of Alexandra. "No. At least, I don't think so. Kaligo, dear, are you all right?"
Kaligo swiftly coughs into his hand to disguise his laughter. "Fine, Alex. Just, erm, something in my throat. Ahem."
Stanos, fortunately, has not heard a single word of the exchange. "We can leave now, if you wish."
"Hey, I'm all for it," Kitsuki pipes up through a mouthful of rather tattered Mo`re. For some reason, sand has made its way into the bookstore, filling up the cracks between the wooden floor planks and shifting into little dunes by some of the shelves. "Let's get this over with, yeah?"
The dragon-man is not inclined to follow orders from a demon, but then, this demon is one of the Voice's friends. Supposedly. "If no one objects, then I'll simply open a gate here and we can be on our way."
, and Stanos
Oops, almost forgot to post... let's get them moving, yes?
Mo`re leads Kit on a merry chase around the bookstore, clearly enjoying himself at her expense. At least until Nahr trips him up. Whether accidentally or no is anyone's guess.
"Ack!" After tasting the floor, Mo`re looks up at the oncoming Kit. "Um... that a new hairdo? It suits you... ah heh... oh hell."
Winter blinks curiously at Alexandra's statement. He turns to her with a slight tilt of his head and asks, //Stanos no touch women? prefer men instead, maybe?//
~I'll just let them handle that question...~
Gen herself just snorts. Not that she wouldn't like to send Stanos on a one-way trip on Aire Skillet-sama, but something tells her it's best not to this time. She can't really be sure what went on with Tiamat anyway. Though of course she planned to find out later.
"Alright, I've heard enough. When do we leave? I want to get this overwith ASAP."