|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 1:18 pm
|
|
|
|
The facepalm heard 'round the Isle.
Kalandandra couldn't believe it. She was just struck silent. If Beldaran looks closely, she might be able to see the steam coming from the Potions Master's ears.
Without a word, because she was biting her tongue to prevent herself from saying things in the presence of a child, the fairy disappears to the apothecary in the back of the cottage. Beldaran will hear clinking and clanking and glass breaking and lots of swearing.
The annoying fairy that was watching in the window held up a piece of paper that he pressed to the glass. It read: "ha-ha"
A loud BOOM rattles the cottage and a moment later, Kalandandra emerges covered in soot. She carries a corked bottle with an opaque red liquid inside. "Take it to the Fallassion House. Listen closely because I don't want you messing this up anymore. You trade this for a rock. ONLY a rock. The High Matriarch will know which rock. Make sure you ONLY talk to the High Matriarch, you got it? You better. I want you to take that rock to the water fairies. You might have to find a way to coax them out, because they are skittish and hold grudges." Kalandandra knew. "If they can be convinced to even come to the surface to see you, negotiate with them. Take whatever they give you to the Fae Clearing and wait."
The potion fairy carries the bottle with tiny little oven mitts and hands it to Beldaran. The bottle is very hot, but Kalandandra does nothing to offer a way to hold it safely.
Outside of the cottage, something has laid a trap for the angel. About six inches up, clear twine stretches across the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 2:06 pm
|
|
|
|
Bel looked at the box in her hand at the reaction of the potion master. now she felt stupid, but in all honesty she'd not known who to talk to who to trust, and moreover what it was she was trying to get. She watches the tiny fairy exit the room and shifted her daughter in her arms. Movement outside the cottage window catches her attention and there was that annoying mean little fairy again. 'ha ha'... she made a face at him just as the BOOM rattles the cottage and everything around her.
When the little fairy returned Bel she couldn't even tell the outfit she had worn was moments earlier sparkly and clean. In silence but nodding at all the appropriate places she listens to the instructions. "Okay" she says meekly, she notices just before taking it that the fairy was actually using little oven mitts to hold the bottle, and the bottle was radiating the heat. Bel had to think fast on this one, first she considered the box, but it didn't seem big enough. That left Sky's nappy but of course the toddler would need that... and the page with the rune on it. She opted for that choice and still feeling the warmth of the bottle she used the page to take it from Kalandandra.
Turning to leave she heads for the door, she wasn't aware of the trap that had been laid in wait for her. She hit it square on and her face filled with a look of surprise, "WOAH" she flapped her wings but all it did was slow her decent so that when she was almost down Sky wouldn't take the brunt of the fall. She put out her now kid-less hand to stop her fall trying her damnedest to keep hold of the potion not wanting to have to TRY and replace this too.
Sky's first reaction to landing on the ground was FREEDOM... She looked left and right, like her mom she had seen that little fairy, and just like back at home she still wanted to hold him. She caught sight of him and bolted in that direction reaching up towards him but due to her height, or lack thereof, she wasn't quite able to get him.
After recovering from the fall and checking the potion she chased after Skylie "Sky no!" she said loudly as the toddler chased after the fairy as she had the squirrel. It took several minutes to catch her and get her to stop trying to squirm away. "We have to go..." she told her daughter and then looked at the mean fairy "And you... don't follow!" she doubted he'd listen but you never knew. She turned with her armload taking for the air her shin still sore from that trap as she made her way back to the healing house, despite being told never to show her face back there... there she was.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 5:45 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 6:20 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 9:28 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:11 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 10:41 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 11:19 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 1:08 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 2:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 4:51 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|