Post by Joliette Thorne on Jul 21, 2007 20:43:19 GMT -5
Gondien walks into the tavern with his usual symphony of chains. Upon reaching the bar he sets himself in a seat the chains cease their music. A look is spared around the tavern, smiling at those he has met.
Terra nodded, and with that simple gesture came Steadmen, preparing the barrel in the normal fashion. The elf would retrieve two mugs then; one for Tene and the other for Thea, if she chose to indulge. Previously given mug was collected and stowed in a pan of dishes that needed to be washed.
Rasja bends, placing her hands along the chair he wants sat in to peer down at his form. with a canted head, she'd grin something lopsided, a small chuckle let loose after, "You should really be more prepared."
Terra collected Tene's cup then, filling it to brim and allowing the suds to drip off and cover her hands. "Booze."
Tenebrae stared at the sudsy whisky. Wrinkled her nose, shrugged a bit and drank it in one long draught. Gritting her teeth after, she'd shove the mug back. "I need to speak with your dragon, post haste."
Tenebrae muttered something about being glad to be rid of the taste of goat.
Gondien shakes his head at Tenebrae slightly. Afterwards he smiles and looks over to Terra, "How are you?"
Terra wasn't quite sure why it was so bubbly, but she'd shrug and go to another source after grabbing Tene's glass. "Tristram will be in later. Everything alright between you two?" Another glass was offered.
Vesyn remains on the floor, not bothering to get up. In all honesty, the firmness of the floor is quite comfortable. "Lost in thought, staring off into nothingness, and thinking of a way to-" he'd cut off before speaking out of turn. He wanted to finish such a sentence. Truly, he did, yet for some odd reason fear holds him back. This fear is unlike him, he himself had proclaimed that great things are left undone due to the fear of failure- he fears rejection, being rejected by the object of his desires; his lust; his love- fear of rejection from Rasja. Softly swirling lagoon-like eyes focus upon the establishment's ceiling for inquiry to be stated in innocence, "Join me?"
Tenebrae arced her brows slightly, nodding, watching as the next suspiciously foamy round was poured. "Aye, possibly. He's an arrogant sod." She licked her upper lip free of the taste of the last drink. "Good thing I'm a bigger one."
Terra choked back a laugh and put the mug to counter, pushing it towards Tenebrae. "That's putting it nicely when it comes to him. I could probably talk him into whatever you're wanting. He listens, then. Normally without the comments."
Tenebrae 's smirk faded back to the stoic mien she'd formerly worn, and while speaking her reply to Terra, would be conspicuously nudging a mug Thea's way. "Then we should speak privately, and soon." The mug would creep closer to Thea, like a tinny little predator.
Thea wakes from her daze to spy the glass set before her, lofting it reluctantly to her lips after offering a toast to the pair of Tenebrae and Terra.
Gondien shakes his head, "Of course he listens to you, who wouldn't?" But there was something else lingering in that statement, something unspoken and unable to be seen or sensed. Though surely this kind and gentle elf couldn't mean anything could he? No matter it surely just the air of the place twisting his tone, right?
Tenebrae is sure the mug is feeling smug right now, mission accomplished. She'd raise her own, in reply.
Terra nodded to Tenebrae, leaving her to enjoy drinks with the Pixie as she turned to Gondien. "Implying something?"
Rasja arches a brow, a quizzical twist of lips quirking those edges as a smile, as one might say, appears. His sentence broke off near the end, and a pause ensued.
The words the briefly parted after caused that odd rise of lips to shift off to the side in a smirk. Ruby eyes would roll back in their sockets, turning off to the side as if the question was silly, unbelievably so. "On the floor?"
The elf looks up to Terra and smiles a bit, "What would I be implying?"
Terra simply stared at him. "That's what I'm asking."
Bathelemy blinks lightly as he slowly enters the establishment. A glance is sent to Tenebrae, the noble merely noting that she was still alive before glancing to Terra, then to Vesyn, and to other random patrons before he takes his seat.
Tenebrae 's forehead sinks, as gradually as a crimson sunset over a beach on a world where everything happens in slow-motion. Just as slowly rises, only to gently fall again, with a tender little 'thud'.
Vesyn nods his head the best he can against the floor, specks of dirt clinging to abyssal tendrils as a frightened child would to its mother. They likely won't free themselves until he ventures to the city of Cenril, simply to wet his hair under soothing waters. "On the floor," he'd reply, truly wishing for the auburn-haired beauty to join him. Many of things could be done on the floor, yet he hadn't any cruel intentions in mind.
Terra looked to Tenebrae with a frown, "Don't do that."
Tenebrae looked up at Terra. "Sorry."
Terra frowned even more... Tenebrae just said 'sorry'. "Tene, it'll be okay. I just meant that you didn't want to get a headache."
Bathelemy walks next to Terra and joins her in inspecting Tenebrae, not particularly in the mood to torment either this eve. He leans closer to Terra slightly and speaks in a low tone, "What's going on with her?"
Tenebrae nodded, blinking away the slow-motion stars that circled her vision. "Terra...?"
Rasja frowns down at the man, leaning forwards along the chair, before her fingers curl ever so slightly in place, hands flipping and knuckles pushing off before she turns in a graceful twirl, plopping down along the seat- the seat he used to have. Turning her head off to the side she'd stick her tongue out at him, soon words escaped as they did normally, tone holding a small snide remark as she spoke, "I'm not sitting on the floor."
Terra attempted to subtly shift away Tene's mug, all the while smiling. "Yes, Tene?"
Terra chose not to address Bathe'lemy at the moment, busy tending to the vampiress at the bar.
Tenebrae gripped the mug as though it were a bone, and her hand a starving hyena. "Leo and I. We need to get away for a bit, I think..." About then she'd catch sight of Bathelemy. "Maybe take the ship out. I need a break."
Shrugging slightly Gondien would look to Terra, "I wouldn't know. I speak what I think." He adds a reassuring smile to that statement and turns his head slightly to look at Bathelemy as he enters, quirking a brow at him. Though his attention is then brought to Tenebrae as she thuds upon the counter via her forehead. He shakes his head and looks to the empty space on the bar before him, once again shaking his head.
Bathelemy nods softly to Tenebrae, not quite understanding who this 'Leo' was, yet gathering enough to infer that Tenebrae was close to said character. He would continue to listen in silence.
Vesyn said to Rasja, "You could always sit on me~"
Terra sighed and allowed Tenebrae to keep what she clung to, finding she rather liked her hand. "So take a break. You deserve it. So does he."
Tenebrae would give Bathelemy something of a viper's stare. "Why'd you attack my mate?" She wasn't one to mince words, especially when imbibing. To Terra, she nodded. "Got some business to deal with first."
Bathelemy chuckles and offers Tenebrae a grin, though it isn't what one could call malevolent. Perhaps arrogant, but there seemed to be very little maliciousness behind that smirk of his, "So that lycan was your Leo, eh? First, consider who attacked first before placing the blame on me. I merely defended myself, and I happen to run according to the ideology that a good offense is the best defense. That is all."
Terra adjusted in posture to look between the two, frowning. "I see you two have met." A snort following as her head shook and she turned to Tenebrae once more. "Hmm. Be careful not to wear yourself thin."
Terra bent over the bar to murmur something to Tenebrae.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "That's very bold of you to say."
Terra whispered to you, "That fellow there, Batsy or Bathe'lemy, thinks that Tristram sleeps with males. I thought you might've found it amusing."
Tenebrae was going to mutter something about folk being stupid enough to hang about a clearing in which clearly aggravated lycans were gathered. But, on realising she was likely one of that number, bit her tongue and looked to Terra. "So much to do.. if you only knew how much." A narrow glint of green would sliver at her clanswoman. "Think I'll start delegating, soon..."
Tenebrae 's words were cut off as a mouthful of whisky surged up the back of her nose, the vampiress only narrowly escaping certain and unseemly expulsion of the liquid. "Oops."
Rasja said to Vesyn, "But the chair it's so.." she pats it with each hand, on either side of her legs, "-so comfortable."
Tenebrae was just pouring them herself now, one arm hugged over the barrel protectively.
Tenebrae said to Bathelemy, "Sure thing."
Bathelemy said to you, "Not that I had much choice to avoid that area. I was leaving a certain building with no other exits."
Vesyn said to Rasja, "And I'm not?"
Terra smacked a face to palm, thinking she should've went for the barrel instead of the mug. Lessons learned... Speaking of, "I felt insulted by that." Finally, she'd come to catch that shine, brow arching in response. "If that's what you think is best then I'll support it. I'm just hoping it's not something you're saying while inebriated."
Tenebrae hugged her barrel a little tighter. "Building?" One brow was raised, flag-like, over the peridot of one red-rimmed eye.
Terra hadn't forgotten about the elf sitting there, and would offer him a slight smile.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "I wouldn't know."
Looking over towards Tenebrae, the elf has a certain glint in his eye. A glint that would seem to see an opportunity, his kind voice speaks out to Tenebrae, "You say you have much to do...I wonder if I may be able to enlisted for help in any of that?"
Vesyn said to Rasja, "One way to find out."
Tenebrae shook her head toward Terra. "Nuh. In fact, you can deal with the whole.. you know. Scaly thing. We must speak of it..." Her look then was a kind of mute appeal for help to stand, if Terra wanted to do so now.
Rasja curls up in the chair, "I think I'll stick to this."
Tenebrae turned toward the unknown elf. "Thanks, stranger but.. no." The glint would shimmer amber, briefly, and die back to an icy green as it came to regard Bathelemy once more.
Terra was willing to do anything to get Tene away from that barrel that nestled too comfortably against her. Slipping from behind the bar, an arm was offered to aid her in some way. Clearly Terra had no other way to do it without invading Tene's space.
Tenebrae stared at Terra a bit.
Vesyn said to Rasja, "You're just scared."
Bathelemy would chuckle as Tenebrae regarded him with her icy green eyes, returning the stare back to her. With a chuckle, he speaks, "How about a deal? If he doesn't attack me, I won't attack him."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "Dare you arm yourself against me?" She hiccuped softly. "Going out on a limb, aren't you?"
Tenebrae would clutch the offered appendage.
Tenebrae turned to Bathelemy, her features composed to something of confusion. "Think you'd better talk to him about that..."
Terra was slowly getting used to that look. Gripping the vampiress by the upper arm, she'd try to pull the woman up. "We'll go outside and get you some air?"
Gondien hadn't forgotten Terra either, hell, how could he forget such a lady? The elf returns her smile before wondering if Tene would catch his proposal, upon her answer he would just shrug, sending those chains into a dense symphony of metal for a sheer moment.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "Am not!"
Bathelemy chuckles softly and shakes his head, "Well, whatever. If he decides to attack me, you won't be there to throw stones."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "Alright, then." Her small frame didn't weigh much, and was easily hoisted from the chair. "Air, you say? Is it whisky-flavoured?"
Vesyn said to Rasja, "Then go ahead and take the best seat in the house."
Terra nodded, smiling brightly and led Tene out the door, shooting a glance to Bathe'lemy. "Stay put."
Tenebrae growled softly at Bathelemy. "You might not be there to be hit by them, keep talking like that.."
Tenebrae was yanked out the door.
Terra did it for the good of Hollow-kind, honest.
Bathelemy would blink lightly at Terra's words, offering a small scoff and, "Why?"
Tenebrae didn't forget her mug.
Tenebrae said to Terra, "There should have been three of you earlier.."
Terra was trying not to laugh, clearly evident by the pursed lips and suddenly puffed cheeks. Expelling that breath, she simply nodded, "Yes. My twins. Tucked them into bed, sorry. Introduce you next time."
Tenebrae blinked softly. "Might we go to the graveyard?" She gestured to the east, then the west. Looked at Terra, helplessly.
Terra thought it was an odd place but nodded, keeping a hold on her. "Sure." A mumble about Tene getting in office followed as she led the vampiress towards the requested area.
--In The Graveyard--
Tenebrae came to rest on the tomb of a man who'd thought, mistakenly, that hemlock was the cure for sorrow. Shifting her behind to escape the lumpish lichen overgrowing the stone, she patted the marble free of the growth, on the other side. "Sit, and I'll tell you something."
Terra sat where indicated after a brief glance of the surroundings. "I'm listening."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "I want Tristram to learn to curb both his tongue and his..." She bit her lip. "Arrogance. Without those weaknesses, he might serve very well as Dragon-King. And I need one who'll hold that title tight, and with wisdom." She'd wave her mug about to emphasise these words, the peculiarly effervescent whisky sloshing gently over the brim. "Which clearly won't happen, as he's a male. So, I need you there. To sort of.. guide him."
Tenebrae lowered the mug, and dipped her head down to squint into its interior. "Where'd you get this whisky..?"
Terra looked to the sky for the sign of that black dragon they spoke of, sighing when it wasn't found. "I can be there and he'll accept it, but I can't rid him of that arrogance. Tame it at certain times, but it'll always be there." Blinking softly, she'd watch the moving mug. "Dragon-King? He normally takes to being alone, but I think it would be better to bring that community together. Especially with Vuryal lurking about."
Tenebrae 's lips tightened, and she looked up from her study of the foam. "Vuryal has threatened to kill us all. All vampires, if Cabal will not rid the land of dragons." She sighed. "Of course, I told him it was a deal.."
Terra had went to reply to the question about the whisky but found her jaw snapping shut, "You...what? Are you sticking to that deal?"
Tenebrae snorted softly and extended a forefinger to poke the vampiress. "Yes, Terra. Kill all the dragons." Her laugh was soft. "Of course I'm not sticking to it. See, the other thing he said was, he'd give us Gualon. But I don't want that smelly swamp, I want to stay in Vailkrin. So I talked him into letting us stay a few months, and out of ten thousand gold to boot. I'll use that to help gather the races..." Once more, her features composed to seriousness. "Told you, got my work cut out."
Terra sighed in relief, smiling to Tenebrae. "I'll kill Trist first then." Equally soft she'd add, "So this is important? Getting Tristram to gather the dragons? While you round up vampires?"
Tenebrae would nod affirmation again. "See, there's always been enmity. Lack of cohesion between the rulers of each race, until now.." She looked to the west. "All have them have fallen away, become rabble and each to thier own. That..." She set her tin cup down with a shrill 'bang'. "Is how festering things like Vuryal get to run rampant, feeding on the division between us."
Tristram evidently sent the beastie scampering off as he approached, and upon spotting two familiars, slowed a bit, and nonchalantly sauntered closer to offer a word of hello to both. He kept an eye on the south, ready to send the creature away again, should it attempt another infiltration.
Tenebrae scowled softly.. there went her opportunity to approach Terra about that second bit of business on her agenda that evening.
Terra shifted atop the marble at the noise, frowning at the mug as if it were to be blamed. "So, how goes the organizing? Tristram's trouble, I'm guessing... Are you and the King of Roads to take vampires? Surely if those two races fall in line it'll set an example for the others to do the sa--" Words were cut off at Tristram's approach, the vampiress suddenly finding interesting in her swaying feet.
Tristram grinned at Tenebrae, goosed Terra, and continued on his way. The hunt called, and unless the duo wished to join, he'd take to the skies as soon as he was out of sight.
Tristram delayed to retort, in passing, "Trouble? Trouble?! Tristram is not trouble. Sven's sake. Harrumph."
Terra snorted at his failed attempts to state otherwise. In place of words she simply scrunched her nose... Intimidating.
Tenebrae watched the dragon go, shaking her head. "I don't know about the Wanderer, he is unstable. I suppose it'll have to be me. Senka, maybe, and Leo for the lycans. I'm working on the undead... Myrall and Fertie are certainly no fans of the chronomancer. But there's much to do, and few who might be trusted." Tene made as if to speak again, but hesitated a second. "Terra...?"
Terra look to Tenebrae with furrowed brows, wondering what was left unsaid. "Yes, Tene?" Chewing her inner cheek, she'd think of who would serve as the head of undead.
Tenebrae said to Terra, "How..." The vampiress swallowed, cast her gaze down to the lichen she was picking at fretfully with her fingers. "How ... would you go about getting a man to... " She shook her head, a self-conscious smile quirking her lips. "Never mind, silly of me."
Terra scratched at the back of her neck, still peering through the dark at Tene. "No, go on. How would I get a man to... what?"
Tenebrae said, "Marry you. Er. Me. Marry me."
Tenebrae wasn't proposing to Terra.
Terra took everything in stride and prayed it wasn't a proposal. "Leo? He's a hard one. Why don't you just ask him, Tene? You're brave enough to do it... And it's clear he's not going to say no."
Tenebrae 's eyes, under the slightly faded bruises, seemed to dull again. "What if he says no? I can't... couldn't..." She shrugged, shook her head again. "He's always loved his freedom, you know?"
Terra traced fingers about the rim of the mug, unsure of what to say. "Tene... Love is love, clearly. It makes you do what you wouldn't normally. It'll make a bad man become good, a stong woman become weak. It does crazy things like make you do what you thought was impossible." So she had came to understand of that complex emotion. "It'll make men like Leo say yes to woman like you because he knows there's nothing better in that world, not even freedom or the thrill of a steal."
Tenebrae chewed on that ragged lower lip once more, the sting of fang on peeling skin oddly reassuring. "Could you, uh... " She dipped her chin, looked up at Terra with eyes as rounded as she could make them. "Sort of.. scope him out for me? See what his thoughts are, on the subject, subtle-like? I have no wish to make a fool of myself, should he..." She didn't want to say the rest. Her eyes would turn to the southern skies. "Spose you'll want to be getting along, soon."
Terra giggled, it simply couldn't be helped. "Of course I will... When I see him next." Tene's gaze was followed, sigh slipping past her lips. "He's out flying. That's his love.. Always will be." Winking to Tene she slid from seat, offering arm once more. "Need help back to the tavern?"
Tenebrae found her feet, after only the slightest struggle. "No, thanks, pet. I might walk here, a while. Think things through." Tene offered Terra a small smile, and the empty mug. "Thanks. Means a lot. And for the other thing, too."
Terra twitched, refraining from giving the female a hug. It took a lot of restraint to do so. Clutching the mug she could only nod, "Anytime, Tene. Be careful out here... I'll be in the tavern later to see you." And with the prospect of the Darkeheart estate waiting, Terra was gone.
Terra nodded, and with that simple gesture came Steadmen, preparing the barrel in the normal fashion. The elf would retrieve two mugs then; one for Tene and the other for Thea, if she chose to indulge. Previously given mug was collected and stowed in a pan of dishes that needed to be washed.
Rasja bends, placing her hands along the chair he wants sat in to peer down at his form. with a canted head, she'd grin something lopsided, a small chuckle let loose after, "You should really be more prepared."
Terra collected Tene's cup then, filling it to brim and allowing the suds to drip off and cover her hands. "Booze."
Tenebrae stared at the sudsy whisky. Wrinkled her nose, shrugged a bit and drank it in one long draught. Gritting her teeth after, she'd shove the mug back. "I need to speak with your dragon, post haste."
Tenebrae muttered something about being glad to be rid of the taste of goat.
Gondien shakes his head at Tenebrae slightly. Afterwards he smiles and looks over to Terra, "How are you?"
Terra wasn't quite sure why it was so bubbly, but she'd shrug and go to another source after grabbing Tene's glass. "Tristram will be in later. Everything alright between you two?" Another glass was offered.
Vesyn remains on the floor, not bothering to get up. In all honesty, the firmness of the floor is quite comfortable. "Lost in thought, staring off into nothingness, and thinking of a way to-" he'd cut off before speaking out of turn. He wanted to finish such a sentence. Truly, he did, yet for some odd reason fear holds him back. This fear is unlike him, he himself had proclaimed that great things are left undone due to the fear of failure- he fears rejection, being rejected by the object of his desires; his lust; his love- fear of rejection from Rasja. Softly swirling lagoon-like eyes focus upon the establishment's ceiling for inquiry to be stated in innocence, "Join me?"
Tenebrae arced her brows slightly, nodding, watching as the next suspiciously foamy round was poured. "Aye, possibly. He's an arrogant sod." She licked her upper lip free of the taste of the last drink. "Good thing I'm a bigger one."
Terra choked back a laugh and put the mug to counter, pushing it towards Tenebrae. "That's putting it nicely when it comes to him. I could probably talk him into whatever you're wanting. He listens, then. Normally without the comments."
Tenebrae 's smirk faded back to the stoic mien she'd formerly worn, and while speaking her reply to Terra, would be conspicuously nudging a mug Thea's way. "Then we should speak privately, and soon." The mug would creep closer to Thea, like a tinny little predator.
Thea wakes from her daze to spy the glass set before her, lofting it reluctantly to her lips after offering a toast to the pair of Tenebrae and Terra.
Gondien shakes his head, "Of course he listens to you, who wouldn't?" But there was something else lingering in that statement, something unspoken and unable to be seen or sensed. Though surely this kind and gentle elf couldn't mean anything could he? No matter it surely just the air of the place twisting his tone, right?
Tenebrae is sure the mug is feeling smug right now, mission accomplished. She'd raise her own, in reply.
Terra nodded to Tenebrae, leaving her to enjoy drinks with the Pixie as she turned to Gondien. "Implying something?"
Rasja arches a brow, a quizzical twist of lips quirking those edges as a smile, as one might say, appears. His sentence broke off near the end, and a pause ensued.
The words the briefly parted after caused that odd rise of lips to shift off to the side in a smirk. Ruby eyes would roll back in their sockets, turning off to the side as if the question was silly, unbelievably so. "On the floor?"
The elf looks up to Terra and smiles a bit, "What would I be implying?"
Terra simply stared at him. "That's what I'm asking."
Bathelemy blinks lightly as he slowly enters the establishment. A glance is sent to Tenebrae, the noble merely noting that she was still alive before glancing to Terra, then to Vesyn, and to other random patrons before he takes his seat.
Tenebrae 's forehead sinks, as gradually as a crimson sunset over a beach on a world where everything happens in slow-motion. Just as slowly rises, only to gently fall again, with a tender little 'thud'.
Vesyn nods his head the best he can against the floor, specks of dirt clinging to abyssal tendrils as a frightened child would to its mother. They likely won't free themselves until he ventures to the city of Cenril, simply to wet his hair under soothing waters. "On the floor," he'd reply, truly wishing for the auburn-haired beauty to join him. Many of things could be done on the floor, yet he hadn't any cruel intentions in mind.
Terra looked to Tenebrae with a frown, "Don't do that."
Tenebrae looked up at Terra. "Sorry."
Terra frowned even more... Tenebrae just said 'sorry'. "Tene, it'll be okay. I just meant that you didn't want to get a headache."
Bathelemy walks next to Terra and joins her in inspecting Tenebrae, not particularly in the mood to torment either this eve. He leans closer to Terra slightly and speaks in a low tone, "What's going on with her?"
Tenebrae nodded, blinking away the slow-motion stars that circled her vision. "Terra...?"
Rasja frowns down at the man, leaning forwards along the chair, before her fingers curl ever so slightly in place, hands flipping and knuckles pushing off before she turns in a graceful twirl, plopping down along the seat- the seat he used to have. Turning her head off to the side she'd stick her tongue out at him, soon words escaped as they did normally, tone holding a small snide remark as she spoke, "I'm not sitting on the floor."
Terra attempted to subtly shift away Tene's mug, all the while smiling. "Yes, Tene?"
Terra chose not to address Bathe'lemy at the moment, busy tending to the vampiress at the bar.
Tenebrae gripped the mug as though it were a bone, and her hand a starving hyena. "Leo and I. We need to get away for a bit, I think..." About then she'd catch sight of Bathelemy. "Maybe take the ship out. I need a break."
Shrugging slightly Gondien would look to Terra, "I wouldn't know. I speak what I think." He adds a reassuring smile to that statement and turns his head slightly to look at Bathelemy as he enters, quirking a brow at him. Though his attention is then brought to Tenebrae as she thuds upon the counter via her forehead. He shakes his head and looks to the empty space on the bar before him, once again shaking his head.
Bathelemy nods softly to Tenebrae, not quite understanding who this 'Leo' was, yet gathering enough to infer that Tenebrae was close to said character. He would continue to listen in silence.
Vesyn said to Rasja, "You could always sit on me~"
Terra sighed and allowed Tenebrae to keep what she clung to, finding she rather liked her hand. "So take a break. You deserve it. So does he."
Tenebrae would give Bathelemy something of a viper's stare. "Why'd you attack my mate?" She wasn't one to mince words, especially when imbibing. To Terra, she nodded. "Got some business to deal with first."
Bathelemy chuckles and offers Tenebrae a grin, though it isn't what one could call malevolent. Perhaps arrogant, but there seemed to be very little maliciousness behind that smirk of his, "So that lycan was your Leo, eh? First, consider who attacked first before placing the blame on me. I merely defended myself, and I happen to run according to the ideology that a good offense is the best defense. That is all."
Terra adjusted in posture to look between the two, frowning. "I see you two have met." A snort following as her head shook and she turned to Tenebrae once more. "Hmm. Be careful not to wear yourself thin."
Terra bent over the bar to murmur something to Tenebrae.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "That's very bold of you to say."
Terra whispered to you, "That fellow there, Batsy or Bathe'lemy, thinks that Tristram sleeps with males. I thought you might've found it amusing."
Tenebrae was going to mutter something about folk being stupid enough to hang about a clearing in which clearly aggravated lycans were gathered. But, on realising she was likely one of that number, bit her tongue and looked to Terra. "So much to do.. if you only knew how much." A narrow glint of green would sliver at her clanswoman. "Think I'll start delegating, soon..."
Tenebrae 's words were cut off as a mouthful of whisky surged up the back of her nose, the vampiress only narrowly escaping certain and unseemly expulsion of the liquid. "Oops."
Rasja said to Vesyn, "But the chair it's so.." she pats it with each hand, on either side of her legs, "-so comfortable."
Tenebrae was just pouring them herself now, one arm hugged over the barrel protectively.
Tenebrae said to Bathelemy, "Sure thing."
Bathelemy said to you, "Not that I had much choice to avoid that area. I was leaving a certain building with no other exits."
Vesyn said to Rasja, "And I'm not?"
Terra smacked a face to palm, thinking she should've went for the barrel instead of the mug. Lessons learned... Speaking of, "I felt insulted by that." Finally, she'd come to catch that shine, brow arching in response. "If that's what you think is best then I'll support it. I'm just hoping it's not something you're saying while inebriated."
Tenebrae hugged her barrel a little tighter. "Building?" One brow was raised, flag-like, over the peridot of one red-rimmed eye.
Terra hadn't forgotten about the elf sitting there, and would offer him a slight smile.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "I wouldn't know."
Looking over towards Tenebrae, the elf has a certain glint in his eye. A glint that would seem to see an opportunity, his kind voice speaks out to Tenebrae, "You say you have much to do...I wonder if I may be able to enlisted for help in any of that?"
Vesyn said to Rasja, "One way to find out."
Tenebrae shook her head toward Terra. "Nuh. In fact, you can deal with the whole.. you know. Scaly thing. We must speak of it..." Her look then was a kind of mute appeal for help to stand, if Terra wanted to do so now.
Rasja curls up in the chair, "I think I'll stick to this."
Tenebrae turned toward the unknown elf. "Thanks, stranger but.. no." The glint would shimmer amber, briefly, and die back to an icy green as it came to regard Bathelemy once more.
Terra was willing to do anything to get Tene away from that barrel that nestled too comfortably against her. Slipping from behind the bar, an arm was offered to aid her in some way. Clearly Terra had no other way to do it without invading Tene's space.
Tenebrae stared at Terra a bit.
Vesyn said to Rasja, "You're just scared."
Bathelemy would chuckle as Tenebrae regarded him with her icy green eyes, returning the stare back to her. With a chuckle, he speaks, "How about a deal? If he doesn't attack me, I won't attack him."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "Dare you arm yourself against me?" She hiccuped softly. "Going out on a limb, aren't you?"
Tenebrae would clutch the offered appendage.
Tenebrae turned to Bathelemy, her features composed to something of confusion. "Think you'd better talk to him about that..."
Terra was slowly getting used to that look. Gripping the vampiress by the upper arm, she'd try to pull the woman up. "We'll go outside and get you some air?"
Gondien hadn't forgotten Terra either, hell, how could he forget such a lady? The elf returns her smile before wondering if Tene would catch his proposal, upon her answer he would just shrug, sending those chains into a dense symphony of metal for a sheer moment.
Rasja said to Vesyn, "Am not!"
Bathelemy chuckles softly and shakes his head, "Well, whatever. If he decides to attack me, you won't be there to throw stones."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "Alright, then." Her small frame didn't weigh much, and was easily hoisted from the chair. "Air, you say? Is it whisky-flavoured?"
Vesyn said to Rasja, "Then go ahead and take the best seat in the house."
Terra nodded, smiling brightly and led Tene out the door, shooting a glance to Bathe'lemy. "Stay put."
Tenebrae growled softly at Bathelemy. "You might not be there to be hit by them, keep talking like that.."
Tenebrae was yanked out the door.
Terra did it for the good of Hollow-kind, honest.
Bathelemy would blink lightly at Terra's words, offering a small scoff and, "Why?"
Tenebrae didn't forget her mug.
Tenebrae said to Terra, "There should have been three of you earlier.."
Terra was trying not to laugh, clearly evident by the pursed lips and suddenly puffed cheeks. Expelling that breath, she simply nodded, "Yes. My twins. Tucked them into bed, sorry. Introduce you next time."
Tenebrae blinked softly. "Might we go to the graveyard?" She gestured to the east, then the west. Looked at Terra, helplessly.
Terra thought it was an odd place but nodded, keeping a hold on her. "Sure." A mumble about Tene getting in office followed as she led the vampiress towards the requested area.
--In The Graveyard--
Tenebrae came to rest on the tomb of a man who'd thought, mistakenly, that hemlock was the cure for sorrow. Shifting her behind to escape the lumpish lichen overgrowing the stone, she patted the marble free of the growth, on the other side. "Sit, and I'll tell you something."
Terra sat where indicated after a brief glance of the surroundings. "I'm listening."
Tenebrae said to Terra, "I want Tristram to learn to curb both his tongue and his..." She bit her lip. "Arrogance. Without those weaknesses, he might serve very well as Dragon-King. And I need one who'll hold that title tight, and with wisdom." She'd wave her mug about to emphasise these words, the peculiarly effervescent whisky sloshing gently over the brim. "Which clearly won't happen, as he's a male. So, I need you there. To sort of.. guide him."
Tenebrae lowered the mug, and dipped her head down to squint into its interior. "Where'd you get this whisky..?"
Terra looked to the sky for the sign of that black dragon they spoke of, sighing when it wasn't found. "I can be there and he'll accept it, but I can't rid him of that arrogance. Tame it at certain times, but it'll always be there." Blinking softly, she'd watch the moving mug. "Dragon-King? He normally takes to being alone, but I think it would be better to bring that community together. Especially with Vuryal lurking about."
Tenebrae 's lips tightened, and she looked up from her study of the foam. "Vuryal has threatened to kill us all. All vampires, if Cabal will not rid the land of dragons." She sighed. "Of course, I told him it was a deal.."
Terra had went to reply to the question about the whisky but found her jaw snapping shut, "You...what? Are you sticking to that deal?"
Tenebrae snorted softly and extended a forefinger to poke the vampiress. "Yes, Terra. Kill all the dragons." Her laugh was soft. "Of course I'm not sticking to it. See, the other thing he said was, he'd give us Gualon. But I don't want that smelly swamp, I want to stay in Vailkrin. So I talked him into letting us stay a few months, and out of ten thousand gold to boot. I'll use that to help gather the races..." Once more, her features composed to seriousness. "Told you, got my work cut out."
Terra sighed in relief, smiling to Tenebrae. "I'll kill Trist first then." Equally soft she'd add, "So this is important? Getting Tristram to gather the dragons? While you round up vampires?"
Tenebrae would nod affirmation again. "See, there's always been enmity. Lack of cohesion between the rulers of each race, until now.." She looked to the west. "All have them have fallen away, become rabble and each to thier own. That..." She set her tin cup down with a shrill 'bang'. "Is how festering things like Vuryal get to run rampant, feeding on the division between us."
Tristram evidently sent the beastie scampering off as he approached, and upon spotting two familiars, slowed a bit, and nonchalantly sauntered closer to offer a word of hello to both. He kept an eye on the south, ready to send the creature away again, should it attempt another infiltration.
Tenebrae scowled softly.. there went her opportunity to approach Terra about that second bit of business on her agenda that evening.
Terra shifted atop the marble at the noise, frowning at the mug as if it were to be blamed. "So, how goes the organizing? Tristram's trouble, I'm guessing... Are you and the King of Roads to take vampires? Surely if those two races fall in line it'll set an example for the others to do the sa--" Words were cut off at Tristram's approach, the vampiress suddenly finding interesting in her swaying feet.
Tristram grinned at Tenebrae, goosed Terra, and continued on his way. The hunt called, and unless the duo wished to join, he'd take to the skies as soon as he was out of sight.
Tristram delayed to retort, in passing, "Trouble? Trouble?! Tristram is not trouble. Sven's sake. Harrumph."
Terra snorted at his failed attempts to state otherwise. In place of words she simply scrunched her nose... Intimidating.
Tenebrae watched the dragon go, shaking her head. "I don't know about the Wanderer, he is unstable. I suppose it'll have to be me. Senka, maybe, and Leo for the lycans. I'm working on the undead... Myrall and Fertie are certainly no fans of the chronomancer. But there's much to do, and few who might be trusted." Tene made as if to speak again, but hesitated a second. "Terra...?"
Terra look to Tenebrae with furrowed brows, wondering what was left unsaid. "Yes, Tene?" Chewing her inner cheek, she'd think of who would serve as the head of undead.
Tenebrae said to Terra, "How..." The vampiress swallowed, cast her gaze down to the lichen she was picking at fretfully with her fingers. "How ... would you go about getting a man to... " She shook her head, a self-conscious smile quirking her lips. "Never mind, silly of me."
Terra scratched at the back of her neck, still peering through the dark at Tene. "No, go on. How would I get a man to... what?"
Tenebrae said, "Marry you. Er. Me. Marry me."
Tenebrae wasn't proposing to Terra.
Terra took everything in stride and prayed it wasn't a proposal. "Leo? He's a hard one. Why don't you just ask him, Tene? You're brave enough to do it... And it's clear he's not going to say no."
Tenebrae 's eyes, under the slightly faded bruises, seemed to dull again. "What if he says no? I can't... couldn't..." She shrugged, shook her head again. "He's always loved his freedom, you know?"
Terra traced fingers about the rim of the mug, unsure of what to say. "Tene... Love is love, clearly. It makes you do what you wouldn't normally. It'll make a bad man become good, a stong woman become weak. It does crazy things like make you do what you thought was impossible." So she had came to understand of that complex emotion. "It'll make men like Leo say yes to woman like you because he knows there's nothing better in that world, not even freedom or the thrill of a steal."
Tenebrae chewed on that ragged lower lip once more, the sting of fang on peeling skin oddly reassuring. "Could you, uh... " She dipped her chin, looked up at Terra with eyes as rounded as she could make them. "Sort of.. scope him out for me? See what his thoughts are, on the subject, subtle-like? I have no wish to make a fool of myself, should he..." She didn't want to say the rest. Her eyes would turn to the southern skies. "Spose you'll want to be getting along, soon."
Terra giggled, it simply couldn't be helped. "Of course I will... When I see him next." Tene's gaze was followed, sigh slipping past her lips. "He's out flying. That's his love.. Always will be." Winking to Tene she slid from seat, offering arm once more. "Need help back to the tavern?"
Tenebrae found her feet, after only the slightest struggle. "No, thanks, pet. I might walk here, a while. Think things through." Tene offered Terra a small smile, and the empty mug. "Thanks. Means a lot. And for the other thing, too."
Terra twitched, refraining from giving the female a hug. It took a lot of restraint to do so. Clutching the mug she could only nod, "Anytime, Tene. Be careful out here... I'll be in the tavern later to see you." And with the prospect of the Darkeheart estate waiting, Terra was gone.