Unexpected Dinner Guest [Dayobi's Cast/Court]

[Vyn]

In the eyes of one young Chiroptae, an interruption was to be had. No, she would not crash this party if she could avoid it but she was inclined to pursue her brother after speaking with their regal Vater. They had never been the closest of kin, despite the binding of their bloodlines but curiosity inclined her to pay a visit upon the large form which had traipsed into this unusual little party in the wild of the park. A gala affair it appeared to be...and so full of activity. The little vampire's eyes were alight with hungry curiosity as she drifted high above the proceedings on wing sails hued like twilight's consuming presence. Remaining out of sight as she drifted, nothing more than a curious shadow far above, she waited until her brother found a perch with the odd Carrion before making her descent.

Wings tucked close to her slender silver form, hugging her body firmly as she dropped silently through the sky only to flare open once more one within the cover of the trees; her adolescent frame carrying her skillfully through the tight press until, at last, the Director came to light upon a branch above her brother's head. Without giving her brother time to acknowledge her in his own time, Linabi clutched the branch firmly with taloned hindpaws and abruptly pivoted upon the branch so that she now peered eye to eye with her grand brother though she peered at him from upside down.

"Guten Tag, Kaedaj." While Linabi was a few steps behind her big brother in size and age that did nothing to sway her opulent and aristocratic pride. Indeed, it was almost hard to believe that the slight form before them was naught more than an adolescent. "Und hallo to you as vell, friend of mein brother."

Linabi'Tinuviel Drakul: 9 / 15

[FlyingPanther]

Caesarion and her father were very late. Not even fashionibly, as they had not dressed for the occation. No, the real reason behind their absence could probably be found in Caesarion's discolored fur. They had all been ready to go when Caesarion's body decided that it wanted to quit on her again. It was one of the worst attacks in a while, even more so then the attack that had lead them to meet Dayobi. She had vomited blood near everywhere, including herself, and even though they had attempted to wash her as best they could, her beautiful white breast fur would have to be stained a bit for the night. The part that really changed both their moods tonight would be found easily at the sight of Caesarion. She had lost some flesh in the attack to, and she was looking far less 'full' then usual. A downfacing cresent shaped chunk of flesh had fallen out of her sholder when she had hit the ground from the force of the oncoming attack, and now she had a scar there, still new, and it was bandaged up so no one could see how hidious it was. But by far the most upsetting thing that had happened in the attack was the half tail she now supported. The end of her tail was covered in bloody bandage, and there was no doubt that she had somehow lost part of her tail when she had been falling apart.

Needless to say, they had alot of cleaning up to do before arriving. Juliusr suggested not going, and maybe tomarrow having him go personally to appologize for their absence and to explain the situation. Caesarion refused not to go for several reasons. Dayobi had probably been the only genuinely nice person to her in her entire life, save her occational playmate Dantkae and her father, and she saw it as a slap in the face not to attend something, when she and her father had both so enthusiastically accepted the invitation. Indeed, they were no honored guests, they were just measly Puppeteers after all, and looking around at all the guests as they entered they could see that they were in VERY good company. Directors, Puppet Masters, the list didn't seem to end when it came to highranking Euclide here.

Most of all, the attack had scared poor Caesarion. It had really been something quite terrible, and despite the smile on her face as she entered into the party, her eyes were clearly watery, and on the verge of tears. What if this was her last chance to ever be at a party like this? What if she was going to die soon? The attack sure didn't assure her that she would be living for very much longer, and the adolecent was having a really hard time dealing with this reality. Having an equally hard time was her father. His body looked like it had taken a beating too, a mental beating. He still felt completely responcible for his daughters discomfort, and her mental anguish. However, while his body might not say this, he had mastered the art of plastering a believeible look on his face. He had a rather large, toothy foxlike smile and his eyes were bright and cheerful. Only if you stared into the hollow orbs for more then a couple mins would you be able to read his inner thoughts.

Despite the hardship they had just faced they had decided to come, and Juliusr wished they had come a little sooner...but knew it couldn't be helped. There was alot of hustle and bustle. Euclides introducing themselves and cooking...and little children playing. He had wished they were a tad older...then maybe Caesarion could have played with them...but they were far to rambuncious for her at the moment. He feared her trying to play as hard as those 4 were...she might very well have another attack if she excerted herself. Caesarion took no mind of the other guests though...looking only for Dayobi...and despite the females dazzling white coat...was having a hard time finding her. Great...maybe her vision was going as well.

It was then that Juliusr's eyes locked on the murdon. His face fell like an anvel from a 30 foot building. A Murdon! He could hardly believe it. This was his chance! This was his chance to help Caesarion! He could go over there and beg for a Murdon Blessing. Begging was so...terrible...but he had to...for Caesarion's sake. The thought didn't cross his mind that she might not be able to do anything like that...that maybe the Murdon Blessings were only given out by even higher ranking Murdon...like Yuukuj or Amunuku. It was suddenly the only thing in his mind. Guilt had taken its toll.

Before he could step forward towards the Murdon, however, Caesarion had seen the change of his facial expression...and probably understood his thought process. "No Dad, it's not polite. We haven't even said hello to Dayobi yet." her voice was small and meek, as if it hurt to speak. Juliusr seemed to feel the hope fade from him slowly, his daughter was right, the woman Murdon wouldn't just pass out a Murdon Blessing to just anyone...and he seriously doubted that a skinny fox screaming at her to give him a Murdon Blessing for his daughter would make her so enclined to oblige. He sighed a little, putting his head down, and when he had brought it back up, the old mask he had come in to the party with the first place was back. "Let's go find her then."

Caesarion Kaebi: [ 48 / 100 ]

[Jenn]

The trio of lapines stare in morbid fascination at the ghastly display of the other youngling's mouth, all rotted and nasty and neat. It looked like something their disturblings would want for dinner if it wasn't attached to a biting jaw and kicking feet. "...yeeeah, we can kinda tell You, uh, got his looks," Jaun agreed after a moment, the only male amongst the three. He didn't find the sight or smell of her very appealing, but they'd gotten a love of pretty things from their Mama, who'd said she would be coming any minute...

Mask looked over at his daughter fondly and took the briefest moment to lean over and lick the top of her head after Dayobi walked away. "Tha's my girl," he growled quietly.

Berri detached herself from the group as Dayobi approached and called to her, her attentive expression slowly transforming into a smirk of delight as the Lady complimented her and charged her with a task that not only let her get close to the Murdon, but also showed a rather significant amount of trust that she wouldn't bungle or make a joke out of the whole thing like somebody else might. "You can count on me, Lady," she agreed, determined to live up to her status as an up-and-coming Director and show the Masquerade that she would be worthy of a position in her Cast someday. She glanced down at the menu and trotted over to Filibai, muttering each selection under her breath.

The alien looked down as a small, brightly colored rabbit-child approached her and looked up with a pleasant-seeming smile. Her mother had taught her to please, oh yes. "Milady," she began with a low bow, her ears scraping the floor, "tonight we have for your taste buds several delectable delights that are sure to please. Should you desire other fare, however, I'm sure we can work to accommodate." With another bow, she stood and recited the list in her best 'waiter' voice, throwing in a touch of a French accent just for flair.

Filibai listened in amusement, allowing the child to finish her recitation before making any motion. When the lapine looked at her expectantly, she slowly nodded her smooth head. "The goose with stuffing will be fine, accompanied by the greenery and human soup, I think." She didn't seem to notice the reaction of the canine father to her presence, but when he turned away to speak to his daughter, her eyes focused on them briefly before moving on to observe other guests. Such an odd, eclectic assortment for the Puppet Master to have gathered around herself.

Berri nodded and bowed once more for good measure, then turned and bolted towards the cooks to let them know. The fowls weren't fully seasoned yet, she knew, so they'd better get cracking if that's what the Murdon wanted!

Her siblings were still milling about near Kaetheribe and the cooking fires when a bright flash of green caught their attention like a beacon. Their eyes widened and Babs pointed excitedly in the direction of the two, though it was entirely unnecessary. "And there's our father!" she said excitedly before she and her brother bounded over to pounce his legs in a semi-hug. They may have gotten in Abbi's way as she counted trinkets, but they didn't much care. She'd get over it, right?



Not long after the arrival of one parent, the other poked her head through the door and peered around in an effort to spot at least one bundle of green. Her eyes certainly couldn't pass over a site as bright as her...well, husband wasn't really accurate and sugar daddy was just a bit silly, however true...boy-toy didn't work...neither did fuck-buddy...as her man? Yes, a sight like her man was hard to miss. She saw him surrounded by tiny lapines and smirked, pleased that he had all, or at least most, of them grouped together.

Dropping back to all fours, she sauntered up and shoved her face against his neck, nibbling lightly at the fur just below his blue feather where ear connected to scalp. No doubt the gesture would be startling, which was what she counted on. Had to keep him on his toes, after all. "Hajard," she murmured, low and warm, between nips. She absently reached out a paw to jingle Abbi's charm, knowing how much it agitated the cute little thing.

Atreju mulled over the wine bottles for a goodly while, not wanting to keep their guest waiting but unwilling to select the wrong item. It had to go well enough with whatever she ate for dinner, which could be anything from bird to human to fish to...damn it. He'd have to grab the red and hope she didn't want fish.

Bottle selected, he pulled it from its shelf and blew some of the dust away, rubbing the rest off with a furred hand-paw. Wine in hand, he turned and headed up the stairs, steady enough in his bipedal form. He emerged into the life of the party and blinked in bemusement at some of the new arrivals, noting a distinctive increase in green and red guests, but paid them no mind at the moment in favor of one solidly blue form with odd spikes rising from her back and tail. Yes, she would be a hard one to miss. He found a clean wine glass and hurried over, bowing once before pouring her a glass of the beverage. He knew how to do so properly from much practice with his Lady. She had not wanted him to be lacking in the skill. "Wine for our honored guest," he murmured from beneath the mask and handed her the glass, shivering slightly as a six-fingered hand accidentally brushed against his own. So very strange to have a living god sitting at their dinner table. Never mind that his father considered himself to be about the same thing and he had sat at Xerxes's table time and time again. This was quite different, somehow.

A sip of the wine and Filibai hummed in her throat, the sound physically audible. Then, with a suddenness that always left her blinking dazedly, her minds switched dominance and she 'found herself' sitting in the midst of a crowded Euclides gathering, holding a glass of wine and looking into the masked face of a raven. Her forehead creased slightly in puzzlement. "What...?" she queried, and then her other brain urgently tried to get her attention and she listened to its rendition of the last few moments in very still silence. To any observer, it would almost look as if she had frozen in place.

((Holy CRAP, that's a lot of characters. ;;; Sorry for the slight wait. I sort of have to mentally prepare myself to answer this if I've left it for a few replies. Hehe.))

[ferabird]

The young chiroptae found those few thoughtful motions made by his host to be rather touching, really. Rarely was his diet considered, and while he could eat more solidly than his sire... he was admittedly pickier than most. A blood pudding would be a fine treat indeed, as would be some of the organs cleaned from the various beasts before they were spitted for cooking. Hearts may be a reserved delicacy, but such things as the liver and a few other choice organs were just as much to his taste....

"Guest?" he'd inquire, glance flicked towards the cloaked murdon as she sipped her wine and listened to some sort of rehearsed speech from one of the children. "Ah... I have heard of such as these. I wasn't sure I believed... but something you see with your own eyes is difficult to doubt!" He was all but smitten with the gracefully multi-limbed being, her reserved but clearly royal behavior as much a draw to the murdon as it was a deterrant when wielded by his not-so-beloved father. Oh sure- he could call himself the son of the mighty Vlaj, but it was only a matter of time before his familial rejection became public...

...and speak of the devil. He'd little warning indeed before his far fairer sib settled above and swung herself down. In all fairness he'd little quarrel with his dear sister, but her sudden appearance was enough to make the muscle-heavy chiroptae give a nervous flare of wings, golden sails an odd counter to hers of midnight blue tainted by the red of her sire's pelt. Her vain confidence was too close to that wielded by their father, and it roused the stiff black hairs upon the back of his neck into a hackle.

"Linabi..." he greets her, brief duck of his upturned muzzle offered by token familial respect. "It has been a long time. I hope mother has been doing better for herself? I was not aware you'd been invited..." A subtle hint perhaps- not that she was like to acknowledge it. A glance of colorless eyes is made to Furl, a certain unnerved tinge haunting that rather cheery gaze as he hops to the ground. It's with a heavy thump that he contacts the earth- but what surprise is that- really? Perhaps enough carefully-insunuated ignorance would coax his sib into losing her interest or patience and leaving.... He was never sure how to behave about her- or how far to place his trust.

[ferabird]

Well and pleased by the appearance of his Lady Love, Hajard struggles with a veguely smitted expression to wobble to his fellow fortune's side. It's an awkward dragging gait, what with little balls of exciteable fur attached to most of his limbs- but oh! The struggle was worth it! Eventually each would find a new bauble to snatch and hoard, disengaging to perhaps don themselves with their new pretties or even gift them to one of their di. The Lady Dayobi had certainly made an impression, but Kayobi's delicate nibbles were swift to chase those away.

"Mmmmn... I miss you, Lady Luck. Without you- my dice simply won't heed the brush and roll of my fingers." Silly nonsense to most perhaps- but the smitten lapine often felt such needs to proclaim his love for the lovely lady. If nothing else.... it made her happy. And oh- he loved nothing more than that smug look she displayed when she realized yet again that she had him wrapped about her delicately clawed fingers. Twisting about to brush his muzzle in affection against her nearest cheek, he'd palm her a gift as he often did- afterwards bounding after the nearest of their brood with energy enough to rival their own. Nevermind the clatter and chink of his odd baubles... he was like unto a larger copy of the younglings.

Given a chance to further investigate, the clever little femme would find a card box pressed into her paw. Celtic knotwork taking the place of the usual decorations, the cardboard had been labelled in fanciful script with her name. Should she feel inclined to look through the contents, she'd find the suit of clubs done in green rather than the usual black, the three-leafed icon painted instead with a merry four-leafed-clover on each and every one of the suited cards. How did he find these things?!

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Hassled about as her sibs attached themselves to her pa's ankles and kept her from counting, little Abiakael's all but ready to throw a childish fit. She'd have to start all over! Thinking herself quite patient she'd begun to do so, only to find various odds and ends missing after the others finally disengaged! How dare they! Full of childish wrath, she'd turn to give chase, only to find her ma twiddling her clover-charm! Oh- the humanity! Wrinkling her little nose in frustration, she gives the earring a rapid three taps to 'counter' the teasing swipe from her ma, afterwards tearing off after her sibs with the hollered 'you give that back!' and 'stop taking away number twenty-two!'. Yes- she's numbered his trinkets. It's likely quite a sight, though at least she'd had the sense to properly thank Lady Dayobi for her gifts, and slip them onto her own limbs in a mimic of her parents before thundering off. Oh- their family was adept at creating a ruckus!

[Nathalia]

Dayobi nodded in acknowledgment of the tiny Lapine's thanks for her new trinket before she ran off to join her siblings. The Masquerade then turned to their parents, blank eyes regarding them coolly from behind her mask.

"So you two are the parents of the delightful trio who have so recently joined my Cast and Court?" She allowed them a smile, to show that the comment was made partially in jest. "You have some incredible children, they have made themselves exceedingly useful. They are intelligent and helpful, and I must thank you coming to the party. I have been waiting to meet you, Babs never stops talking about you." She smiled and ducked her head slightly. "Please enjoy the party, I will be back to chat with you later, ah here..." She held out her paw, nestled in between the purple pads were two silver rings with small purple beads attached at the top with small faux grape leaves. "You two are welcome here any time."

With that she turned and headed further into her home intent upon her room. She pushed open the heavily gilded door, eyes sliding over the plush comforts and decorations of her living space. She smiled and made her way slowly over to her four poster bed, pulling back the sheets and a few large pillows, she pulled out a smaller one and reached a claw into the seams. After a few more moments the withdrew a plain looking, metal key. She moved over to a few wall hangings, pulling one back she tugged at a decaying panel behind it. Then inserted the key into a hidden lock, locating it by feel, it clicked quietly and she reached her paw in.

The Masquerade pulled out a pawful of glittery jewelry. She gazed at it fondly, before running her claws gently over the mass; selecting one. She finally closed her pads over one object, returning the rest to the place behind the panel, locking it, and replacing the key. She turned about and headed up the hallway, back toward the party.
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Mulsej listened to Berri's instructions regarding the fowl, spicing it further and giving strips to the Infection beside him until Mask was pleased with the flavor...the Canine was turning out to be q good judge of taste...something Mulsej had thought would be impossible. He laughed as he watched the young rabbits swarm their newly arrived parents, and the affection said parents showed each other... Aw...Euclides love...how sweet. The Torn eyed his Lady as she spoke to the Lapines and then disappeared. He grinned...he knew where she was going, turning to Mask he grinned.

"Heh, she's goin' ahf tae git summat pretty fer our Murdon." He chuckled, turning the spit and adding some salt. "Ah can't wai' tae see wha' she picks fer summat lahke tha'."
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Furl jerked his head back in slight surprise as another Chiroptae landed above them. He nodded in acknowledgment before catching himself and bowing as best as his perch would allow. Rolling his pipe around to the other side of his mouth, he spoke. "Good evening, young mistress, how do I find you this grand day?" His eyes flickered about in his head, white irises never ceasing their movement, though his expression was malleable regardless.

Furl couldn't help but admire her beauty. He hadn't seen many other Chiroptae in his lifetime...they were easy to avoid in his line of work. Seeing such a little beauty as this fascinated him...especially her wings. How beautiful.

He noted Kaedaj's discomfort though, and followed suit as the majestic Vampire mix hopped to the ground. Before doing so, he winked at Linabi. "Fear not, dear lady, many are being welcomed here without formal invitation...I'm sure that if your intentions are not harmful, you will be welcome to stay. Please, enjoy the banquet and company." He moved to jump down and turned his head back toward her, his flickering irises halted suddenly on her own. Almost more creepy when they were acting normally than when they flickered. "All I ask is that you find my Lady, Dayobi, our Puppet Master, and introduce yourself to her. Enjoy yourself."

With another quick bow he had hopped to the ground after his friend.

"Friend?" A sharp voice echoed in his mind. It sounded sarcastic, slightly irritated. "He doesn't consider you a friend...merely an associate...or even just a messenger in order to interact with your Lady."

"Good Dark...what crawled up your ass, Magog?"

"Both of you, please, just shut up. Distraction isn't good for Furl this day."

"Shut up Siche, and you Varyn...you know what I say is true."

Furl's eyebrows knotted slightly as he attempted to ignore the internal battle between his maggots and watched Kaedaj. What was it about his sister that had upset him so? Perhaps she was...with his family. Kaedaj had always expressed that he disliked his father, though Furl was still unsure who exactly his father was. His suspicion however, was still lingering over the idea of the infamous Vlaj Dracul..though he dared not voice it...but who else could it be?

"Kaedaj?" He asked, smiling, his eyes flickering between the internal arguments on the back burner of his brain. "Why don't you follow me? I can get you some appetizers, and I would simply love for you to meet the Lady Dayobi. Perhaps after that our special guest will have finished her meal? Then we may journey in her direction..." He smiled, teeth clenched around the stem of his pipe, eyes hooded, awaiting the great Chiroptae's verdict.
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Dayobi emerged from the hidden back door of her home and back into the party life. The first thing that caught her eye was an odd lurching movement near Filibai. She turned her head and saw, to her surprise, a large rust red form that strongly resembled a fox. A grin tugged at the corners of her beak.

She waited for him to move away from the Murdon, and was further surprised to see him followed by Caesarion. The smile pulled through in earnest. She waited unitl they were off to the side before gliding over to them, calling out to them.

"Caesarion! My dear, it's so good to see that you and your dear father could make it." She stepped delicately toward them, as she came closer she began to really see why it was that the small mix was moving so slowly. She looked terrible, she had lost more of herself and she looked as though perhaps she had lost more blood and a part of her tail. Dayobi felt a tug of sympathy for the girl...she couldn't help but be fond of her. So full of life and ambition...just as a young one should be...just as she used to be when she was just a lowly Puppeteer. She remembered...she would never forget.

"How are you, my dear?" The Masquerade asked softly, placing a paw gently upon the young girl's shoulders. It was not a question meant to offend, it was simply a polite way of acknowledging her suffering without saying it aloud, something she knew the intelligent child could appreciate. "It's very good to see you both, I am quite glad indeed that you were able to make it..." She smiled at Juliusr, nodding toward a table laden with drinks. "Your favorite beverage is in the thin glasses on the left, dear Juliusr." She then turned to Caesarion. Bending down while her father was distracted, she whispered in the girl's torn ear.

"I ask you again to consider living in a room in my home. Let me just tell you again that you are more than welcome here, for a visit or for good, it's up to you. We always welcome such a fresh young mind in my Court." She stood again and ceased whispering. "I have water on the table, my dear, in the flasks. Though if you'd like I have also procured some elderberry wine...it has a hint of Burbon. The alcoholic effect is lessened in comparison to others. A small glass may do wonders for any pain you may be feeling...without muddying your thoughts." She smiled. "If you'd like I can fetch some for you."

She looked up at Juliusr once again. "If there is anything else you need just talk to Mulsej or any of the Lapines, they'll find me." She then turned and moved off to the center of the party.

Dayobi approached the reclining Murdon, not having witnessed the change in her manner as she had been attending to the Foxes. She moved forward slowly and with purpose, a smile on her face. She noted Atreju standing attentively to the side and threw a grateful smile his way as well. "My Lady, may I offer you a token of my gratitude, in thanks fr your earlier gift and the gift of your company in my home?" She pulled forth, from behind her mask, a thin tiara. It was spun of silver and then woven into a fine Celtic pattern, interspersed with small garnets and one opal. The sides had tiny purple bells hanging from them, in imitation of her own mask.

She handed the item to the Murdon, her heart fluttering in anticipation to her response.

[FlyingPanther]

Caesarion smiled happily, despite the glossiness of her eyes that spoke of pain and tears to come, as Dayobi approched them from the distance. She seemed emencely busy, she had the features of one that had been running around quite a bit. It was not unattractive, just simply telling of a rather busy and eventful party. Her voice was soft, and one of someone who had been wretching for quite a while. Hoarse, that was what her voice was as she spoke quietly, though tried her best to speak as loudly and with conviction as possible in front of her beloved Puppet Master friend, "Oh, we wouldn't have missed this party for the world...," she coughed a little, talking was causing her sore diaphram to hurt quite a bit.

It was then that Dayobi had put her paws on the poor adolecents sholders. It wouldn't have been a problem if her injured sholder was no longer sore...but seeing as the attack was still rather fresh, the paws landed with a jolt of intence pain in her injured sholder. She was mortified to make herself seem week however, so didn't make much of a deal of it...playing it off as a twitching sholder, when it should have been a much bigger spasm of pain. "I had another attack...much worse then usual...I lost part of my tail..." she said honestly in responce to the females question...with a remorseful look towards her half of a tail...she would have to cut her tail hair later to make it look like it was just a short tail...but for now...it was obvious that she had only a half of one. The bandage was almost as red as her fur by now...and she wondered mildly if she should ask for new bandages soon..."I've never lost a part of myself...But I suppose it's part of the process." she said with a weak smile.

Juliusr took this time to let his smile falter a little, guilt apperent on his face. He didn't like to show his emotions about this particular situation...but he truely couldn't help it some times. But now no one was looking at him, Dayobi had her eyes set on his decaying daughter...and he could afford to let down his mask slightly. He put it right back up as he saw the beautiful Puppet Masters head shift to look at him. It was the smile that he was famous for, goofy and fun-loving. She offered him some of that wonderful drink he had when they had first met and he chuckled. "Well, well! Don't mind if I do!" He said with a bow of his head and headed towards the booze. Caesarion watched her father head towards the liqour with a smile. He sure did like his drink. She turned back to Dayobi as she offered her some relief from her pain. While she was partial to water because it washed the blood from her mouth quite well, relief was something she couldn't ignore.

"Maybe...just a tad of your Elderberry Wine...I have to admit I'm feeling very sore." she said with another weak smile. She hated seeming so weak in front of the Puppet Master...especially when she also saught such a position one day. What kind of Puppet Master willingly gave up the fact that they were in pain? She was shaping up to be a lousy Puppet Master. She sighed inwardly. "I'm sure my father would love living here...he has often spoke of possibly joining your Cast. You have been so kind to use, he wishes to share his services with you. In which case, I suppose I will be living here as well. We really don't have any home...and what with my condition worsening...its probably best that I have a place I can come to. You are very generous in giving us a place to go to..." She bowed as much as her weakened body would allow, as a form of thanks.

Juliusr had come back with two glasses in hand. To say he was a glutton when it came to this wine was an understatement. He lifted his glass in acknowledgement of the female's words, then she departed from their side, to go see the Murdon. Juliusr could not help but let his gaze follow her and leave themselves upon the female Murdon. Total relief for Caesarion seemed so close, but now that he had been snapped back to reality he was much more weary of approaching the Murdon. Caesarion patted his paw slightly, letting him know that it was time to let the notion go...and with a great amount of reluctance...he finally did. "Should we go say hello to Mulsej?" he asked, changing the unspoken subject. Caesarion nodded. Juliusr finished the two glasses he had collected and left them for someone to come and collect them. He felt slightly odd in doing so...but there was plenty of other empty glasses littered around from other drinkers...so he felt...less guilty.

They headed over towards Mulsej, at poor Caesarions own pace. Juliusr was intent on getting to point B, but Caesarion took in her surroundings once more...and found herself intreged by the going ons of several Chiroptae. She had not seen very many in her lifetime. Actually...these might have been the first...and it was strange for her to see so many in one place. The Sunset colored female in particular took her interest...she must not have been any older then herself...

Caesarion Kaebi: [ 54 / 100 ]

[Vyn]

"Better now, I'm happy to say. I've returned her to Vater at last und perhaps now she can rest her silly pining."

In a way that perhaps only her brother could understand, Linabi had done her duty of announcing their new home and her mother's rank change all in one breath. Honestly, it was Kaedaj that she was interested in, not her own goings-on. She was about to go on and turn the focus upon the large bat himself when he in turn tossed that all but accusing question at her and promptly abandoned his lofty perch.

For a brief moment Linabi's eyes darkened, eyeing her brother from upside down with a look that defied explanation. She was being...brushed off. This would not do at all, not at all. Slowly those hollow orbs lightened and the aristocratic female had returned to herself. Gently loosing the branch which had previously held her, Linabi fluttered down to alight beside Furl as he spoke. Perfect, a way around this obnoxious little bump in the road.

"Thank you, sir... I shall speak to your Lady Dayobi then."

Holding up that respectful air, Linabi bowed thankfully to the male who had helpfully redirected her and smoothly took to the air as he and her brother alighted on the ground below. Soaring smoothly, she sought the one who would seem most likely the Lady he spoke of. After all, it was hard to miss the air of a Puppet Master even with all the other grand and unusual sorts lingering about. It didn't take long, as Linabi had assumed, to find the lady that she was seeking and with a smooth flutter of wings, Linabi alighted on the ground before her.

"Guten Taq! Would you mayhaps be the Lady Dayobi?"

_{Linabi'Tinuviel Drakul: 11 / 15}

[ferabird]

(Has this been dead long enough that further rp should be hashed out privately between people?)

[Nathalia]

((Nah, I'm just waiting for people to get their RP-ness back in gear and keep it rolling, Jenn's working on her bit now and then I'll fling something, then you're up X3))

~Nathalia

[ferabird]

(HAWT.)