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Taelia snickers, and shrugs. "Not my fault, sweetie. You're more than welcome to find your own way here, y'know? I just lucked out, going into my store room one day. So there."

She still looks damned smug about it, though.

"Bitch."

She pouts, and tosses her hair back. Then she pokes Taelia in the side.

She snickers, dodging back and slipping off her coat. "What?"

"You're a lucky bitch. But you knew that."

The other Faerie's coat comes off as well, and she stretches her wings out with a low groan of pleasure. They are too delicate to let outside of her coat in the snow.

Just a grin. "Always and ever." She reaches to rake her fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face. But the fine black strands soon fall back to their accustomed place.

Taelia motions over to the bar, and heads over, looking around the room proper. "Hmmm"

"You know the kind of things I like."

She laughs, and turns her attention to the poor, mutilated Aisha down-thread.

*A snow-white kitty pads up to the two Faeries, looking up at them with bright green eyes.*

One of whom bends down and coos in the manner of speaking to children and dumb animals;

"Ooo. Who's the pretty little Aisha? T, this Aisha only has two ears."

"Maybe a kougra, insted? Darling, though." Taelia beams, and holds a hand out to the white kitty.

"And brighter eyes than Illusen. She'd be quite jealous."

"She's a jealous bitch. All the Earth Faeries are."

No, no prejudice here.

*The second Faerie who spoke did not make the mistake of patronizing the cat with the speak of babies and idiots. Taelia gets a white cat gently nudging her hand with its head, curious.*

"Well, of course." A roll of her eyes and a nod, answering the other faerie. Then she beams at the kitty, and ice blue tipped fingers (though they're not ice cold) reach to scritch behind the left ear.

"Eh."

She shrugs, and glances down at the kitty;

"Doesn't talk as much as the Aisha tend to. You've never heard a group so eager to argue about wandering around volcanos."

*The white cat purrs loudly against Taelia's fingers, glad he doesn't even have to manuever her fingers to the itchy spot behind his left ear. Smart faerie. The cat looks balefully at the fire faerie. Annoying faerie. Isn't scritching him.*

"Aw... Look at it this way. This one seems smart enough to not be wandering around volcanos, and past the 'keep out' signs." Taelia grins.

"Isn't that right?" To the ~~Aisha~~ kitty.

"True 'nough."

She reaches out and rubs her fingers under the ~~Aisha's~~ kitty's chin. Her skin is hot to the touch, like someone warming their fingers in front of a fire.

"I wonder if he's deaf, though. None of the kids from home could be silent this long."

*Yay more petting. The not'~~Aisha~~cat purrs loudly, a low rumble in his throat. The vibrations from it can be felt easiliy. His fur is soft and silky, white a fresh-fallen snow.*

*Admittedly, Yrael has no idea what an Aisha is, despite the five-minute-done icon of him as one, but he is starting to get annoyed at the red-haired Faerie. He is not deaf, thank you very much.*

*Quick as a not'cat, he bats a claw at the fingers rubbing his chin.*

"Well, maybe the sweety isn't one. Which would be quite fine with me. No buisiness, I'm not sending people off on quests here, that's for damn sure." She mutters slightly, then pauses the skirting.

"And no collar, see?"

She jerks her hand back,

"Fuck! Kid, daaamn."

And flames dance over the scratches. When they stop, the hand is healed.

"Huh. You're right. I wonder if he's not an Aisha at all."

*The cat lies down upon Taelia's foot, claiming it as property. The cat seems to roll his eyes at both the Faeries. Twice. Once for the remark about the collar, and once for the fire Faerie's "I wonder if he's not an Aisha at all."*

*Sadly, the not'cat cannot help his curiosity.*

What is an Aisha?

"... An Aisha is something a bit like you, but with four ears." With much wry amusement. "And a propensity for talking too much."

"Two of them are really long. They're kinda cute kids, but fucking chatter boxes. I wasn't sure about you, because I never met an Aisha who wasn't talking nearly non-stop. Its like the damn race has ADD or something."

She shrugs, and pushes her hair back over her shoulders with a snort.

*he listens to them both, curious.* Hmm... when you say 'a bit like' me, you mean in physical terms, of course. Correct?

*to the Fire Faerie, with only the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice* If I only have two ears, and am not, as you say, a 'fucking chatter box', why did it take you so long to figure out I was not one?

"Well, you're a little too... little to be a kougra." Taelia grins, looking between not'cat and fire faerie. "Other than the ears, you could be one. Almost. So can we be all curious and stuff, and ask what you are, then? And your name, if you have one?"

Smooth as ice. Oh, she's not amused at the sake of her friend At All.

"Because, kiddo, I've never seen anything like you before except Aisha and Kougra. And you're a lot daintier, better looking, than Kougra."

She shrugs, and really doesn't care about the sarcasm. She wouldn't dish it if she couldn't take it.

*The white cat rises from Taelia's foot and steps a little ways away. As he steps, his shape grows to the size of a small tiger. He rubs up against Taelia's legs, still more housecat than he realizes.*

I am neither Aisha nor Kougra. I am Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner.

".... Wicked cool." Taelia laughs, and reaches to resume skirtching behind his ear. "A shapeshifter of some sort, then? You're not using a morphing potion or the like that I can see."

*With Taelia's hand still behind his ear, the catshape blurs, stretching upward suddenly in a brightly shining liquid. Just as quickly, the liquid becomes solid again, and Yrael stands there in human shape. His stark white hair slants over his pale face. His white dress-shirt and white slacks are immaculate, though he is barefoot. All his color seems to be concentrated into his bright green catseyes. Taelia's hand is tangled in his hair behind his left ear, from where she was scritching him. His mun uses the icon out of pure meanness.*

No, no morphing potion. And I am not exactly a shapeshifter. More like a shape-wearer.

And like it was said, too bad the other faerie had to run off and powder her nose.

Taelia blinks, and then grins. "Now that, is truely something. A shape-wearer? What's all underneath?"

*Yrael leans his head into her hand, which is still resting behind his ear, and smiles.*

*softly* You would not thank me if I showed you, though those of my friends who have seen Me say I am at my most beautiful when I am merely in my true shape.

"Aw." She mock pouts for a moment. "Oh well. You're cute enough now, so I'll guess I'll have to make do."

With a grin, Taelia keeps skritching behind Yrael's ear.

*Yrael leans his head towards the scritching hand, humming in a warm tenor note under his breath. The human equivilent to purring.*

I only wish to save you from unnecessary pain. For most, my true shape is too bright to bear. They go blind. Brighter than the noonday sun, by a far cry. That is why I settle with merely wearing shapes all the time.

"Quite so considerate of you, Yrael." She chuckles. "Specially since you make the shapes you wear look good."

"Do you drink, in these shapes of yours?" Taelia eyes the bar, then grins back at him.

*suddenly, he seems to be around eight years old* I can make them look however I wish, to a point.

*But then he is back again, medium height, looking to be around 22 years of age.*

*he smirks* I drink, yes.

She does bat an eye at the sudden age change, then laughs. "Just as long as I'm not corrupting a minor, then."

Taelia takes a seat at the bar. "A cup of borovan if you please, deary. And something for Yrael, if you'd be so kind?"

*Yrael chuckles.* You could not corrupt me if you tried. Minor, indeed. If anything, it would be the other way around. You are of drinking age, correct?

*his eyes shine in amusement at Taelia, then flicker to the bar as a pale drink appears, an Atomic Cat.* Ah, the Bar knows me too well.

*He runs a pale hand along the bar's surface.* Thank you, my friend. *he raises the drink to Taelia.* And thank you.

*he sips.*

"I'd certainly hope I was drinking age." A roll of her eyes and a shake of her head, laughing. "Otherwise I would have been driven to it long ago out of sheer despiration."

She eyes her (non-alcoholic) borovan ruefully, then chuckles, and raises her cup. "Oh well. Cheers."

*he raises his glass and clink!s it against her cup* Good health and warm sunlight.

(ooc: Can we just let it fade out here? I need to get to bed. I have to be up in....6.5 hours.)

"Clear blue skies and crisp nights." She nods, sipping her drink.

(ooc: Really fun RP. Gotta do this again sometime soon. *grins* Thank you both! *waves and heads to bed* *uses icon as parting gift*)