Golden Coast Cruise

In recent weeks, Rune's absence may have been felt by a number of those she considers close friends. There were reasons, of course, for her disappearance. Harkashan had shared that there were 'family matters' to attend to. His vagueness suggests that it has less to do with the recent Fey shenanigans and more to do with the more distant side of her family.

With her return, however, it seems as if Rune is once more thrust into the thick of things, with only a few moments to catch her breath. This is one of those moments, however.

The rogue stands outside the Fernwood, her hair tussled and her appearance showing that her absence has weighed on her. There are dark circles beneath her eyes and a leanness that suggests too many days without proper food. Yet, there she is, leaning over a basin and splashing water up into her face, seemingly getting ready to face the day.

"How is it tha' sand just gets in EVERY lil' place!"

"I believe your exact words were- 'Awh shit- duck an' cover!' and proceeded to flail to the ground when the golem exploded.'

A familiar rust red and white egalrin woman completely decked head to toe in fine Veshyan silks and brass bangles clinks softly as she squawks in annoyance, fanning a silk scarf into the air after stepping out from the Fernwood. On her shoulder is a tiny bird, smart mouthing in their tinny voice. "Oh shut it you. It was either tha' or be a glass shishkabob. Now be quiet or help me wit' dis-"

Fiadh looks distracted, glances towards the side. "Unmesi, your mortal friend is present-"

"Oh my gawd Fifi, not everyone is an otherwordly being emissary of metaphysicality. Would it hurt ya ta be considerate for twelve secon-" she pauses. Drops her scarf to the floor and jogs up towards the absent half-sil woman, wings and arms open wide with an equally massive grin. "Holy moly cannoli and stranboni is m'darlin' Ruru! Honey!"

One pointed ear twitches at the sound of a familiar voice arguing with one that is isn't so familiar. Rune runs a hand through now damp strands of hair, trying to make sense of the conversation and failing miserably in the process.

Thankfully, she doesn't seem to have to. Expression brightening, Rune comes in for a hug to her friend, holding a bit longer than is strictly necessary. It's obvious that she's missed friends in her time gone. When she does stand back a bit, there is a hint of laughter in her voice, "It's good to see you, too."

Bending down, she scoops up the scarf and offers it out, "Seems like you've bene having some adventures while I was gone. Anything fun?"

The Goblin floats along, propelled by the breeze as she walks a few feet off the ground. Cheerfully avoiding the often muddy streets and treacherously deep puddles. She occasionally uses a doorway here and there to slow her movement, or to redirect slightly, some some signs of having done this sort of locomotion before.

The rust and white birb is familiar to Simony, and she grins brightly as she propels her way towards the Egalrin, and after a good squ8int, and pushing the tiny pince-nez up her nose, recognition dawns. "Hello Slixvah, hello Rune!" The wee woman reaches out to snag Rune's elbow, to pull herself close. "How're you both doing?"

Slix isn't one to do anything half hearted. Especially when greeting missed friends. Rune is wrapped up in both wing and arms, picked up, twirled about and set back down, holding as long as she can. "Oh, plenty!" she chirps, giving a brief thanks as she takes the silk scarf back. "Got back from Veshya not too long ago. Spent a bit of time there, and the boat back took the looooong way. I went into an ancient tomb!" she grins. "Friggin' terrifying! Learned loads tho'!"

She stoops a bit to get eye level with Rune. "Wha' 'bout you? Where you been, gurl?" Slix pokes a cheek. "Lookin' like you been roughin' it in th' wilds for a while."

A floating gobbo grabs the witch's attention for a take. Two. "Oh, heya Moni!" she warmly greets. "Whuz good witcha'? Are ya aware ya floatin'?" A teasing tone.

"An ancient tomb? Really?" That seems to spark Rune's interest. She is, afterall, one of those people who can't help but get involved in a good story. "That sounds amazing."

And it's just at that point that her arm is seized by Simony and she braces a little in order to ease the momentum of the Goblin. "Hey Simony. Doing a fair bit better after a good night's sleep."

Her cheek is poked. The rogue side-eyes Slixvah, "My father had errands he wanted me to run. I should probably leave it at that. Needless to say, anytime he asks me to jump, I'm expected to chime in 'how high'?" She sighs a little, "Nothing to be worried about, just..." Rune shrugs her shoulders, not even sure where to start in regards to her family dynamics.

Then, to Simony, she adds, "I talked to Harkshan last night about what's been going on. Fiends and Fey and Moondogs and all that. He's onboard if you need anything."

One more makes an entrance into the Fernwood; one not very familiar with the place, as Tlanexhuani begins to look around immediately after entering. Then he slowly makes his way towards a warmer spot; hearth or sunshine (which is so much better without the chill wind).

Simony giggles at Slixvah, pulling her hood back to show off her almost bare head, the hair having recently started growing out, leaving a fuzzy surface. "Yes! I can cast a spell that allows me to walk around in the air! It is awesome! And I can avoid all the snow and mud and lakes on the roads and streets." She laughs brightly and hugs at Rune first, and then flings herself at Slixvah for feathery hugs!

"I'm uh... doing alright, I suppose. No, that's wrong. I am not doing alright." The Gobbo glances to Rune, and nods her head slowly. "I will likely need all the help I can get. This fiend, it needs to be put down. It's taken Verna. It tried to kill me with my own celestial servant. And of course, it infested Jacob, Aelwyn's brother. My God, through his servant, asked me to ensure that the fiend is put down. And I will. No matter what it takes."

The weight of the situation is lifted ever so slightly as she squeaks, tossed around by an errant gust of wind, Simony snagging a piece of Tlanexhuani's bronze armor and clinging for all she's worth.

Slixvah's eyes crinkle in a smile. "Oooh yes. Old king, super humble, servants didn't respect his wishes in death, found his ghost hangin' out, sand, puzzles, traps, the works, TONS of money everywhere. Sand. I'll totally regale ya if ya want."

Despite such news, her exuberance doesn't slip. "... does he need to have a bad day?" she chirps. A totally innocent question.

Were it not said from the beak of a practitioner of occultish witchcraft and luck.

The door opening and closing gets her attention briefly, a light flash of recognition going across her features. "Heya Tlan!"

Her side is suddenly engulfed with Simony, her snickering and giving the priestess a feathery hug. "Shaved ya head I see!"

She looks at Rune with a quirked brow, then back to Simony. Rune. Headwhip back to Simony, a bird-like chitter slipping out of the back of her throat. "Wait what??"

She holds tight to Simony to keep her anchored. "Seriously? Ugh. Maaaan. Tha's reall' lame," she huffs, headcrest flattening.

The quick hug from Simony is returned in kind, making sure that the Goblin has time to throw themselves over at Slixvah afterwards. It's a hug that she hadn't a chance to offer out the last time the two had seen one another.

"You know, that's always going to feel a little weird." Rune's brow furrows, "Aelwyn's brother having the same name as a guy I used to have a crush on." She rubs at the back of her neck sheepishly. "Not that I'm likely to ever see that Jacob again."

Shaking off that particular set of feelings, she follows the path of the floating cleric towards Tlanexhuani, offering a nod of the head in greeting.

Then, with Slixvah getting most of the information on recent events from Simony, Rune nods her head, "It's... troubling. I've already offered my blades should we need to cut down another dark entity causing havoc, but I can't help but worry over something powerful enough to hold Verna."

Tlanexhuani startles some, if slowly, that he has suddenly acquired a Simony ornament. Then is the call from Slix. "Ah! Peace on your nestsss" he offers, looking first to Simony with some curiosity or concern and then to the others.

The Goblin looks briefly traumatized before she shakes her head. "No. Uhm. We were in the arcanists dungeon, looking over Jacob." A rather haunted look creeps into her expression as she recalls the day. "All at once, the barriers protecting the prison fell... It almost knocked me out how hard contact with my God was reestablished. Then literal Hell opened up and everything was on fire."

Simony sniffles ever so slightly, running a hand along her cheek. "My hair all burned off again. I was burned pretty badly. And... no... I can't." Clinging tightly to Slixvah, she sobs a few times, which eases off to sniffles as she finds a feathery spot to bury her face into. "It was horrible. This fiend really needs to die. As quickly and hard as we can manage. I want it to walk up in Hell still sore from the ass kicking. I want it to remember, and fear us."

It had taken Aelwyn a while. But there was certain attraction that the draconian couldn't deny. Actually there were _many_ of those, even within present company, but today, his attention was in -

"Ribbon!" The Dragoon calls out with his arms opened wide. "How dare she!" His teeth were exposed, macabre and completely unwelcoming to most casual observers. Which is to say, he couldn't have been happier. "This one thought the sellers had appropriated her for her pretty feathers," The draconian smoothly walks over with a casual walk, moving to bump against her. "Or it seems as if she had left the merchants and their stalls dry and empty?" He flickers his tongue.

The draconian looks at the others then, and seeing the less... excited expressions, his own mood visibly darkens. It was quite a startling change, like drawing a curtain away from his face. The draconian looks at Rune, then at Simony and finally at Tlanexhuan, and then slowly spreads his lips into a weak grin. "... this one supposes, nobody is in mood for a drink?"

"Peace on ya nest, land brother," Slix returns to Tlanexhuani warmly. She snorts at Rune's name quandary. "You're tellin' me. I get how ya feel on tha' one." She rubs her neck. "I uh, can maybe help? Lotta feys and demons resist mojo, so dunno how goods tha's gonna be. But if ya need magic sticks, I can make 'em cheap fo' ya."

She stares at Simony, feathered brows furrowing as she squeezes Simony. "Sorry," she offers softly. "We can gets its ass, no worries on dat."

Hearing her nickname gets her to perk up and look over to the main figure of this discussion. "Oh heya Flutter!" she chirps, reaching out as he approaches and pulls him into a quick hug, returning the hip bump with one of her own. "Oh puh-lease, if they had m'feathers, I'd be a walkin' plucked chicken with a bag full o' plat. Nah, I took the long way back. Wanted ta see da sands and stuff, get th' culture, ya dig?"

"Ehh, not really. There still might be sand in my stomach."

It isn't the first time Tlanexhuani has had small ones clinging to him (or crawling, scampering, climbing...) and it may not be the last. He listens, taking all in as he can, and pats Simony lightly with a hand. He focuses on her for the moment; one thing at a time. "Fur grow back, ssa? Also, not need fur to look best!" There is a light hiss of amusement as his chest swells with that to make his point. Another pat. "With friends. All is good."

"Peace on your nest, Tlanexhuani. And appologies for the chaos you've found yourself walking into." There is a quirk of the corner of Rune's lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

Instead, there is a focus on Simony and the horrors that she tells, brows furrowing. She knows all too well how those sort of events can linger with a person, so she reaches out to lightly stroke Simony's fuzzy head. "Don't think too much on it." Rune offers in a soft voice.

"With the way things are going, I need to come across a small fortune so I can enchant my weapons to be powerful enough that any Fey or Fiend who tries to mess with my friends regrets it." She huffs once, "It's beginning to be a bit of a pain point."

Then, she looks over to Aelwyn, "A little early for drinks, I'm afraid. Not sure it would help, to be honest."

"I could use a shot of something strong, right about now. Then maybe a long nap afterwards." Simony blinks at Aelwyn, all teary-eyed. A hand reaches up to pat at Tlaxexhuani. "Thank you for the comforting. I have some tincture from Telamon which will grown my hair back, but I am waiting til the fiend is dead. The loss of my hair is ... less traumatizing than the method of its loss. Burning is an absolutely terrible feeling." The Goblin manages a little smile. "And peace on all of your nests."

Nodding to Rune, her smile grows more bright as her fuzzy head is strokes. "It does feel kind of neat, doesn't it? OH!"

Her hand reaches down to the hammer hanging from her belt. "This is Fiend-smasher!" Her warhammer's design is similar to her old weapon, but with the tilted hour-glass symbol of Navos on the face of its head. The dark metal glows a faint, silvery colour. "It's made of cold iron." She calls upon the favour of her deity, and the warhammer flashes, and begins to burn with a silvery flame. "And, it's enchanted with greyflame. This is going to wreck a fiend's day!" Simony's expression is much more cheerful. "I totally understand about saving up a small fortune... it cost me quite a bit. I also enchanted some of my armor. I hope to be a big thorn in the fiend's hide."

The wee woman reaches for Slixvah then, to hug once more, "And I really appreciate you. All of you. For being here, for all the things we've gone through together, here and there."

Aelwyn leans his quite sparsely ribboned head towards Slixvah. "It does, does it not? Ah, this one wishes to return." He puts his hand on the egalrin's shoulder, gesturing. "To take the long journey through the bazaar, the merchants, the oasis. To play the keep the gem in the cafes and bars, and run from the city and its walls by dusk." He rumbles and lets out an exhale. "... it was nice, to return with friends, to see the golden coast again." If not with family. His unfocused eyes stare for a moment, then turn towards the rest.

There's a longer look, and the draconian moves to place his hand on Simony's shoulder instead. "This one appreciates all she did." He tells her, with a low rumble. "More than this one can ever pay."

Hand falling, the draconian offers Rune a grin - or a smile - and slides his hand down along his mane of quills. "Perhaps so. Yet, this one wishes to spend time with those closest to him." A glance is given to the people around him, and then he moves to lightly thwap Tlanexhuani on the ankles. "And even the less close." Another look is given to the group. "For this one wishes to bear a good news and worse hangovers, instead of..." He gestures and slowly trails off.

Slixvah bobs her head along with Tlan's wisdom. "Mhmm. All is good wit' friends." Her brows rise as her friends bring up the fact that their weapons grow deadlier. She shudders. "Wit' th' mess tha' I've seen ya do wit' them swords, Ruru, shredded ta ribbons would be an understatement afta' ya done wit' 'em. I probs need ta get somethin' li' that. A fancy dagger tha' does somethin' fun."

She watches Simony's hammer glow, Slix's illumiunated face getting a grin to it. "Now there ya go, tha' looks good fo' smashing fiend bones. Or any bones, fo' da matta."

There's a blink. "D'aww. Moni," she coos, giving Simony a winged hug and patting her back. "'ppcreicate ya too, hon. Thanks fo' tha', jus' know it need not be said, but it is felt easily."

She looks over to Aelwyn, a brow quirked. "Ya had me until 'keep th' gem'. But maybe ya can show me da one day. We gots time. Just a boat ride away. Was tons of fun bein' there. I can see m'self settlin' there fo' a couple decades."

A little silence crests her before a chuckle escapes from the tail thwap. "I getcha. Well, good news- Ruru's back in town," she gestures as if presenting the half-sil to all for the first time. "Wha' good news you you got, Flutter?"

As Simony draws out her weapon, Rune can't help but manage a small smile. "I may have your hammer's sibling." She reaches back and draws out an enchanted short-sword. "I've been calling this one the Fey-stabber. Got it enchanted before we went off to wipe the Corpse Eater off of this plane of existance." Then, tucking the blade away, she adds, "It will do just fine against Fiends as well, but alas... I don't have two of them." And she normally does dual-wield.

She does offer a chuckle and a wink to Slixvah, knowing that the avian has seen her make mince-meat out of a few enemies already. "I guess I'm glad to be good news?"

She offers a little of her own, "Though, I can offer a bit more. Spoke to Cor'lana, she's going to arrange another meet with Blue to figure out the next steps towards helping my mom." Pause, "Well, my mom's spirit anyways." Rune still refuses to accept that the alternate timeline versions of her mother are anything other than echoes, despite her wanting so badly to believe otherwise.

Tlanexhuani admires the hammer and blinks at its sudden flash and burning. "Ah! Iss good hammer. Will break many things. Or make many things. Iss good for both." He gives his own hammer an affectionate pat. The thwack of ankles is returned with a flick of his tail at Aelwyn. "Ssa. Good news, stories, are best."

He isn't ignorant of the darker situation and worries of it, just focuses on the better parts. Rune's blade pulls his attention and he looks it over. "If need two, this one maybe help?" As he said, hammers are good for making things, too.

The GOblin looks a little overwhelmed for a few moments, and the tears threaten anew. "I never expected this to happen. To meet such people and grow to love them. I didn't expect it would be... all emotional." She rubs at her face, wet streaks left behind. "I don't even care that I've almost died uh.. well, more times than I have fingers on one hand. I find.. I care a lot more about my friends. I would trade my life for yours. But uh... okay.. more cheerful stories."

Simony nods to Rune then, "Hah! Fey-stabber. Excellent! May we slay fiends and evil fey together, yes? May they fear cold-iron in our hands!" Her expression grows thoughtful. "I have six hundred and fifty gold that I can offer for your Fey-Stabber Two: Stab-harderer. Maybe we can take up a collection?" At Tlan's suggestion, she snorts. "Uhm. Funny that you mention that. Uhm. I have mentioned that my last name is Smithsdottir, before, yes? It... means I am the daughter of a smith. So I was thinking..." Her eyes shift back to Rune. "Maybe... if you haven't bought one yet, maybe I could ... make you a weapon."

Simony looks to Aelwyn, then to Slixvah, and back again. "Maybe we could all go? I mean, we probably could use a bit of a vacation, right? An actual vacation, no adventuring what-so-ever!"

Aelwyn turns towards Slixvah. "A simple game - one is given a gem. Then if one still has the gem in the morning, they keep the gem." He flashes his teeth. "Very few do, as the nights can be very, very long." There's a longer smile, and then he glances over his shoulder. "This one would enjoy that, Ribbon."

At the egalrin's sudden presentation of Rune, the Dragoon then lets out a rumbling chortle. "Asch, taking on the worst parts of Veyshan already? Putting people on display? How shameful, Ribbon." He flickers his tongue at Slixvah. Yet he gives Rune a longer look, and then bows his head. "This one is glad." He tells her, moving to touch her arm. He holds it there for a moment, a questioning look on his eyes, but then leans away.

"Tch, this one's good news? This one's..." He looks towards Simony for a moment. He had really good news - but looking at Rune as well, he swallows them. To speak of Jacob now... so instead, he grows a dangerous glint in his eyes. "This one is a Cavalier." Or shall be. "... soon." Eventually.

After paperwork.

Which he has yet to submit. A moment passes, and then he flashes his sharp teeth Simony. "A long trip with nothing but hedonistic indulgence!" Grin widens. "A brilliant idea, Temperance!"

Slixvah returns the wink with one of her own to Rune. "You're always good news," she teases.

She raises a brow at Tlanexhuani. "Oh? You know how ta imbue magic inta stuff?" she inquires of the sage makari. "Wicked."

Her attention goes straight back to Rune. "Oh- shoot. Tha's good news indeed. I'm sure loads of puzzle pieces gonna fall right inta place once we talk ta Blue!"

She gives Simony a warm pat on the head, and ruffles the fuzz. "Oh don' worr' 'bout it hon. When ya get in the mixer li' tha', ya gonna get tumbled out wit' all loads of lovely lil' complicated emotions. I'm just glad ya got ta be here ta experience it all."

Her attention shifts to Aelwyn. A grin spreading. "Oooh, now that sounds like fun. I kno' tha's somethin' ya wanted ta do fo' a while. And a vacation sounds great-" She pauses briefly before her grin ticks up as well. "A long trip wit' nothin' but hedonistic indulgence?!" she echoes. "Sign me up!"

The little bird on her shoulder gives a tinny, tiny sigh as they bury their face into the egalrin's shoulder. Annoyed.

A look of surprise passes Rune's features at the multiple offers of assistance. For a long time, it was hard to find crafters, other than a rare few. However, despite the sticky-fingered association many have with rogues, she ruefully shakes her head, "I'd be more than happy to take people up on the offer, but the problem is... I don't have the funds at the moment to get the enchanting materials."

With a smirk, she adds, "One of the downsides of being away for months on end. It means you don't have a steady source of income."

The touch of Aelwyn's hand on her arm has Rune give him a somewhat confused look, but there is a soft smile for him, regardless. "A cavalier? We're going to have to get you a fancy riding jacket to fit the part." She teases.

The prospect of Aelwyn's idea of a vacation gets an eyebrow lift. "I mean, I'm not against the idea. But... I think there's things we need to take care of first." There will likely always be things that need taking care of. The world never stops needing to be saved.

"Ssa," Tlanexhuani answers Slixvah and thumps his tail, "this one make tools, weapons, armor, magic." He then blinks slowly at Simony and looks to her. "This one's forge yours to use, also." He seems less certain what to make of the talk of vacations. Maybe the concept of one, itself.

So he looks back to Rune. His claws are spread open and waved lightly. "Iss for stop evil, ssa? Protect friends? Is not for coin. Better to have, first. Coin, later."

"Oooh, cavalier? What sort of mount would you be getting? A griffin? A hippogriff? A giant eagle? Maybe... a dragon?" The Goblin seems happily distracted by coming up with flying mounts. "Maybe a magic carpet? Those things won't run away in the face of fire... but uhhhh, they are rather susceptible to fire so be careful if you go that route."

Her eyes flick to Slixvah. "Maybe a witch Egalrin? Then you can cast spells while you run things through with your fiery glaive! Though uh..." She snorts and giggles. "I think it'd end up with Slixvah getting a piggyback ride and using your horns to steer."

Her head turns and she nods to Tlan, "Once I am ready to get going, I would happily take you up on that offer. It would be fun, I think, to work the forge together."

The Goblin seems quite pleased by the headpat, and she nods, "It may be often... okay, I am not one to swear, but uhm, it's often quite shitty a thing to be in. But if one is going to find one's self delivering an ass whupping to a fiend and fighting for one's life, there is no better a group of friends I'd rather do that with." She snaps her fingers then. "I would like to have Telamon here also, and Cor'lana too, their explosions would be the cherry on top of the delicious whipped cream that you all are." Her stomach growls. "Maybe a dinner to go with that drink?"

Her face suddenly goes beet red and she glares at Aelwyn. "You just had to remind me that I'm supposed to be the reserved, not-heonistic priestess, huh?"

Simony peers at Rune once more. "And I was serious about the gold, I am willing to toss what I have into the pot. I mean, it's kind of selfish, but I would rather you have another excellent weapon with which to put an end to fiends!"

Aelwyn makes a face at Rune. "Tch, if one finds one that fits." He flashes his teeth and then flickers his tongue. "No tailor in this town is skilled enough to weave a fabric adorn this body." He thuds against his breastplate. "But maybe this one shall pick out something with a flash of blue; this one has started to quite enjoy the sight of the color lately."

Tlanexhuani's offer to just... offer to craft with payment coming later has Aelwyn looking quite shocked. The draconian then slowly slides over the other makari and quietly says, "Careful how loud one says such promiscuous things." And he then rumbles right on after. "Ever work on glaives?"

The excitement for the trip has him brimming with energy, already probably imagining himself laying on the hot dunes instead of this cold, whatever weather comes after winter, and he flashes his teeth at Slixvah, nodding his head. Simony's exclamation makes him let out a trembling sound. "Tch! This one cannot help with one's crisis, Canvas. Only show the cure." He flashes his teeth - and then Rune's words bring him back to the cold grey reality they were in.

"Yes, of course, Twin. Plenty needs to be done." The draconian agrees. Finally, he gives a low grunt. "Of course a dragon, Canvas." The Dragoon says, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Looking at the others, Aelwyn then says as if reminded, "Spelldancer is gathering people to perform for a show from Draconier. Anyone willing to dance or perform should apply." He clicks his teeth. "Though a large dragon is still being sought."

Slixvah pats Rune on the side. "Oh yes yes, of course, da important things first, /then/ vacation!" she beams. "Oooh, yes, a fancy riding jacket- no sleeves of course- would suit him well! Those military jackets from Blar are pretty snazzy, maybe can rip the design off and figure somethin' wit' dat?"

She meets Simony's glance with a squint. "... I really don' think Aelwyn on me while flying serves as a good mount." Pause. "Be... sides, me steering sounds funnier on top." Another pause. A sigh escapes her, and Slix rubs her face. "Did ya know Trade isn't m'first tongue?" she grumbles.

Moving with that thought, she raises a brow at Simony. "... being prude is optional for clergy," she points out with a wink.

Stifling a giggle from the way Aelwyn conspires with Tlan, she perks up briefly at the mention of a show. "Oh yeah! I saw Eztli was wantin' ta do tha! I can prolly help!" A thought. "Ya know we can make ya super big with magic, Aelwyn, /you/ can be the dragon!" Yes, stoke his ego.

Simony's comments about how Aelwyn might find a 'mount' in the form of a certain witch, has Rune's blinking dramatically at the mental image. And then Slixvah has to go talking about being 'on top' and the poor rogue just ends up shaking her head, more than a little color on her cheeks from what she may have just been imagining. "Are you sure one of you isn't the Crimson Pen? Because this sounds like the start of the next novel. Maybe something about 'The Dragon Rider'?"

Oh, and she hadn't missed Aelwyn's comment about blue, either, tucking a few strands of dyed hair back behind one ear as she tries to get her wandering mind back in some semblance of reality.

"I appreciate the offers of help, I really do." She explains with a warm smile, "But what I need is more than I feel comfortable asking of anyone. It will be fine, though. There are always jobs that need done and coin to be earned." She leaves it at that for now.

"So, let's all make a deal? Once this Fiend is dealt with, and I'm done chasing down Fey shenanigans, we take a vacation, yeah?"

The Goblin huffs and rubs at her cheeks. "You could have simply said Canvas instead of using my official title.", she says to Aelwyn. Simony slugs lightly at the Sith's leg. "And that may work for Tarienites, Slixvah, but Navosians are supposed to be more... reserved." She puts on her most pious expression, which cracks after a few seconds, and Simony giggles. "Still, Slivvie, it's.. about appearances. You know how it is."

"And fine, Rune, we clear up what we have in front of us, and then go on vacation!"

Another errant breeze tugs at the floating woman, and she snorts. "I should get going, the breeze is actually going in a direction I need to go. I have a few.. ingredients to find! See you for now!"

Aelwyn just grins at Simony. "Oh, but this one was just being proper." He bows his head as the said cleric runs off and lets out a sigh at Slixvah, gesturing. "If she so dearly wishes to _ride_ this one," He pointedly says, and then slowly spreads his grin at her. "... this one is certain he is big enough as is." A dangerously amused look exists on his eyes.

Subtly flexing his biceps as the discussion about his potential jacket that will be never worn continues, he turns to look towards Rune. "Being a dragon rider can be hard work, this one has heard." He says, feigning complete ignorance. That utterly fails at the wiggling of his tail, and the light twap he offers her ankles. His expression then softens, and he bows his head. "This one always has deliveries to make, and she is welcome to help this one." And his eyes seem to shine brighter. "Let us, Twin. Let us all sail to the Golden Coast after this is all done and past us." And the ruddy sith-makar did hope, _all_.

Slixvah raises her shoulders in a shrug. "It wouldn't surprise me if I was! I'm pretty open," she laughs. "Shoot, if I am, lemme see it, I wanna read it!"

She looks at Simony with a smile. "Then keep up appearances-" a hand wafts in front of her feathered face, a wide grinning human woman's visage greeting others before the hand passes back over to return it back to Slixvah true self, "-das all! But see ya!"

The egalrin gives a light stare to Aelwyn before snorting and playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Oh hush you. You're plenty enough," she teases before shaking her head.

She turns to the group, reaching a hand out to the center, as if making a pact. "Deal. Finish up fey shenanigans and fiend madness, and we go on an extended bender. Gods know I can use one. Haven't done tha' in like a decade. Golden Coast Cruise. Heh. I li' th' sound of that."

She stretches out, wings, limbs, tail feathers and all. More golden sand falls out from some cranny in her attire. "Missed some, Unmesi," Fiadh, her familiar, quips tinnily.

"Oh can it, pip squeak."

-End Scene-