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Over in one corner of the bar today there is a young man with a tiny, very sharp carving knife and a few pieces of bleached-white bone, finessing them into a filigree pattern vaguely reminiscent of a long-tailed bird, something like a peacock or bird of paradise. He's fairly engrossed in his work, not looking up very often, but he's gently, fluidly rocking in time to the tune he's humming under his breath, something dark and haunting but beautiful at the same time.

Come see how far he's gotten?

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Since this is the bar at the end of the universe, perhaps it isn't quite so surprising there's a heavily furred and muscled Siberian Tiger stalking through the bar, her coat frosted with snow.

Maybe it's slightly more surprising that the tiger makes the effort to flick the melting, icy water off the tip of her tail at the fae as she passes. Someone has to keep the not!human community on their toes.

It's entirely possible she's a bit spun up after hounding demon bunnies all afternoon.

He doesn't particularly want to move his hands, and so with a glance the icy water and frost turns into a scatter of leaves before they flutter to the floor, to turn into the melting snow once again. His hands were occupied.

His mouth isn't, though. "Determined to distract me, aren't ye?"

Someone has to. Even like this, Katya's Muscovite accent is blatant. You're so intense, you'll scare the children.

The possibly theoretical children, but still. There could be some, and they would obviously be terrified of the fae. And definitely not of the tiger.

Nope.

"I shan't scare anyone by being over here working on a present for my lieutenant," Finn answers, still not stopping. "I love children. I have enough that I ought to know how to deal with them, aye?"

He makes no comment on her being a tiger. His children wouldn't mind her. He can't speak for the others.

Her fur ripples as the melting frost tickles.

Being intense, with a knife. She retorts, brightly. Even Ded Moroz would have a difficult time overcoming that handicap.

"I am not Ded Moroz," he says simply.

No, not nearly cold enough. Katya agrees, and never mind how she manages to look that impish with a tiger face. I could help with that.

"Mmm. Sure ye could. I'd be happier if ye didn't," he says, finally stopping and looking up at Katya. "I'm in the middle of something."

Yes, you are. She pounces up onto the booth divider opposite him, settling comfortably. A bar. A very big one, actually.

Idly, he watches her leap up, and sets down the knife and bone to watch her, expectant expression firmly in place.

... Da? You are expecting me to juggle now? She asks cheerfully, making herself as insolently comfortable as only a cat can. I did not know your kind were such demanding creatures.

There is a tall dark Goth with a little black cat on his shoulder, watching Finvarra work on that small ornament.

"Amazing," he breathes.

"I can hear you, you know," he says, not looking up at Teja and not ceasing his tricky little carving job. The latticework is proving difficult.

"I do not mind," Teja says. "I am amazed indeed by that skilful, tiny ornament that you are making: - so unlike that which I make in my forge!"

"It's bone," he says. "Very easy to carve."

"It still is very small and difficult work," Teja says. "I do not work in such soft stuff often -- metal, enamel, stone are what I mostly craft."

"Perhaps ye ought to try it."

"I would not dare to poach in your realms," Teja says.

"There are supplies here," he says. "T'is hardly a skill difficult to learn."

"But it is your special skill, and there are enough things already that I may make and sell," Teja says.

There's really no way to watch someone in the corner of the bar room without being noticeable, but the girl watching Finvarra carving the piece of bone does her best to be, at least, unobtrusive.

He glances up at her, and smiles gently, hands pausing in his work as he tilts his head to invite her closer.

"Ye can come up and watch, lass."

Rae smiles, and takes a seat next to his.

"What are you carving?"

"Earrings for a friend of mine. My lieutenant," he says lightly, showing her the one he's got completed. "He favors these sorts of things."

"They're very pretty," she replies, marveling at the intricate work. Though, she doesn't know how she'd feel, wearing bits of something dead.

"Is it a gift for Solstice?" Rae needs to be thinking about what to get her mom and Charlie.

"Something like it, aye," he answers, nodding.

"I need to to figure out what to get my mom and Charlie..." Oh! She must remember her manners. "What would you like for Solstice?"

"I do not traditionally get gifts for Solstice, my dear girl," he says lightly. "But should ye wish to get me one...well. I have everything I could desire from my world. Something from yours would be lovely."

"We always give gifts at Solstice. Winter Solstice at least," she grins, "Though I get presents at Summer Solstice, too, because it's my birthday."

"I'll have to think of something to give you."

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