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[ex_fintastic398]

Who: Feferi and ["victim" names here!]
When: 2/6, varying times of day
Where: all over the bubble
Style: action/prose/interpretive dance
Status: open like crazy

[ So maybe today is the day you decided to leave a window open. Maybe you don't even have windows at the moment. Or did you leave your stuff lying around? Turn your back on your belongings for just a few minutes?

Well today is your (un)lucky day. With all the stealth of a bulldozer, a big pink dragon has snuck up and started rooting through your things, stuck her head in your window, and is now making a general nuisance of herself.

It's also possible you've simply run into her on the way to and from somewhere. There's still a rather big, hungry-looking dragon in your way.

What do you do? ]

Comments

[aim_exorable]

Trinkets?

[With the knowledge that he isn't going to be punished- just an instinctual reaction after all this time- Darkleer raises an eyebrow and lowers his hands.]

What manner of trinkets are you looking for?

[ex_fintastic398]

Actually I don't really know! I guess sort of like these?

[ She shakes her head to indicate the bangles and strings attached to her horns. ]

Pretty, shiny things! I just really need more of them, and I don't know why.

[aim_exorable]

Ah. I am afraid I do not know if I could supply you with anything which falls under the realm of 'pretty', my lady, but I do have some metal which shines, if it would please you.

[ex_fintastic398]

May I see it, please?

[ She's going to get stuck if she sticks her neck in any farther. ]

[aim_exorable]

[Yes, he's noticed.]

If I may make a request first, Heiress?

[ex_fintastic398]

Shore! What is it?

[aim_exorable]

Please kindly remove yourself from the window of our hive before we are forced to either do improper things in order to free you or keep you there for the duration of a week.

I would be most grateful if you granted me such.

[ex_fintastic398]

...oh. Oops! Okay.

[ It actually does take her a tug or two to dislodge her head from the window and she stands back, still peering through it, her eyes wide and excited. ]

Now can I see it?

[aim_exorable]

I will bring it outside to you.

[Let him just... put the bread into the oven... and off he goes to his workshop, which has become sadly primitive with this curse. Ah well, he'll make do.]

[A few minutes later, and he trots outside to join her, his arms full of metal. Some of it is in bar form, some of it scrap, but it does catch the light rather nicely. Carefully, he places it down on the ground.]

[ex_fintastic398]

[ Shuffling backwards to give him space, she is instantly enthralled by the little pile of glinting scrap metal, and reaches out a single large foreclaw to move it about and see it catch the light in different ways. When she's satisfied by its shininess, she looks up at Darkleer again, saying nothing, but with all the demeanor of a dog who's had a steak set out of her reach and would very much like to have it. ]

[aim_exorable]

[There's just the slightest of smiles on his face at that look. If he still possessed his glasses, it would probably be difficult to spot, but with his eyes bared like this, well...]

You may take what you wish, Heiress.

[ex_fintastic398]

[ With renewed excitement, she looks over the pile greedily, but then stops. What is going on in that big old head of hers? Eventually she noses the pieces out so that they all lay mostly flat on ground, and pick out the biggest solid bar she can fine. ]

If you don't need this one anymore...

[aim_exorable]

As I said, it is yours.

[Shaking his head, Darkleer keeps back a chuckle. It wouldn't be proper. There's still some amusement in his gaze, however, no hiding that.]

I was honest, Heiress. If you would like it, then you may have it from this pile.

[ex_fintastic398]

[ She considers it for another moment, before something seems to dawn on her. ]

...actually. What if I let you keep it, and asked a different favor!