Disciple visits Colmena de Dualscar

[feralfanatic]

Who: Disciple and all, especially those living with Dualscar
When: Current
Where: Around the bubble, and eventually Dualscar's Hive
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Disciple had made a promise to Psii, and she intended to make good on it. Today she had open, so then today she would stop by to visit. She had been missing all of them, and well... might even feel brave enough to have some very certain words with Dualscar.]

[She wanted to bring something nice with her, but her own hive was a little under-supplied at the moment, so she would venture around the bubble to find what she would need. Varied enough were her stops that she could reliably be encountered throughout most of the bubble, were anyone wishing to speak with her about anything.]

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[Eventually, goodies in hand, she will arrive at the front door of Dualscar's hive, and announce herself with a knock.]

Comments

[feralfanatic]

[She stops, and fixes him with a deadpan serious gaze, unable to help herself.]

Cats are remarkable creatures, are they not? Such interesting things to learn about them.

[aim_exorable]

Yes.

[He's been shamed into silence. Mostly by himself.]

[feralfanatic]

[She laughs jovially.]

It was, honestly, a very sweet, thoughtful gift. I will admit to a bit of surprise when I first opened that book, and that was in there.

[But then Disciple cannot help herself again... Oh, she was having to much fun with this.]

I trust you and Lysunder enjoyed the cookies I made for you, then?

[aim_exorable]

I... That. Is one way of describing things.

[Shamed. So shamed and scandalized and embarrassed.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple laughs.]

That is good. That is good. I was trying to consider what to bake for the two of you... and somehow my mind locked onto that idea.

[aim_exorable]

If you get a similar idea at a later date, please use discretion. I do not want the children to get ideas.

[feralfanatic]

What that Darkleer has a love life? For shame!

[She feigns being appalled.]

Light forbid the children see the workings of a healthy matespritship!

I will be discreet, you goof, but I think it is hardly needed.

[aim_exorable]

It is very much needed. I assure you. I think they have... seen quite enough.

[Let him have his dignity, Disciple, please.]

[feralfanatic]

[Dignity, schmignity. Disciple was well of the opinion that a healthy matespritship was nothing to be scared of. But, then again, he was her moirail... besides there was what sounded like a story here.]

Oh?

[aim_exorable]

I am not discussing it out in public. Lysunder and I were simply.... energetic, that is all.

[That's a good description. Yeah.]

[feralfanatic]

Energetic.

[She laughs genially.]

I see.

[aim_exorable]

I don't want to talk about it.

[Then again, he didn't want to talk about moiraillegiance, either, and look how that turned out.]

[feralfanatic]

[Wonderfully, That's how!]

Very well, Gizmo. I will concede for now, seeing as we are in public. Later however...

[She lets the rest of the sentence hang in the air unsaid. She just smiles.]

[aim_exorable]

[That is in fact very true, but he feels silly if he grins too much about it.]

Oh no...

[Is he a bit dismayed? Maybe.]

It really isn't an interesting story. Truly.

[feralfanatic]

I guess I will have to be the judge of that.

[Then she changes the subject before he can attempt to deny it more.]

So, is there anything you need while I do all my running about the town?

[aim_exorable]

I was simply visiting the Nostalgia Quarter to see if there was anything of particularly impressive interest. It is nothing important.

I am perfectly fine with simply assisting you.

[Aka awkward attempt to shamelessly spend time with her? Maybe.]

[feralfanatic]

[She is quite aware of that fact, and yet she does not seem to mind. Oh gosh, she even enjoys it!]

Well, that is sweet of you. I will certainly take the company, then.

[Have another smile, Darkleer.]

[aim_exorable]

[With perhaps a bit of shyness, he smiles back. Is that his hand brushing tentatively against hers?]

Shall we, then?

[feralfanatic]

I think we shall...

[Disciple will feel his hand there, guessing his intention. She starts forward towards the next stop, grabbing his hand in the process.]