A meal with a snake - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
31/5/478
Log
Fenris finishes laying out the big checkerboard blanket he hauled along to the lake, setting a well stocked picnic basket down in the center. The light rain does not seem to bother him much as carefully stitched water math in the blanket repels the raindrops in a head high bubble. The tiger busies himself with setting out bread and cheese and fruit and other food while he awaits the others.
Kalt doesn't take long to arrive, the hood of the Vixen's cloak pulled up high over her head to help repel the rain as her and angus had traveled up together... The little Golem Mister dutifully tagging along at her heels as the vixen makes her way forward with a little wave. "Afternoon Fenris, uh... Ya goin' an' makin' this awefully fancy ain't ya? If'n I weren't knowin' better, I'd have went thinkin' ya were startin' a date!"
Angus quietly follows along, humming to himself as his maneback cloak keeps the rain off him. "Good evening Fenris." He greets the tiger, tail flicking a bit as his smile grows. As he notices the blanket he steps up to it, making sure to duck down underneath the bubble of water before he sits. "I think he will like it, and if not we can always eat."
Fenris laughs and finishes laying out food on the blanket. "I figure that our watery friend is less likely to lose his cool at a picnic than at a confrontation," he says, "Besides, I managed to sneak a few things from the High table at the manor. Shame to waste them on Rainer." He settles himself down on the blanket with a sigh, gkad to be out of the rain. "Now we just need our guest of honor!"
Kalt plops down under Fenris' little rain catch! The Vixen curling her cloak about her a little tighter with a little shiver. "Mmmmmhm. It'll be... Interestin'. Don't go expectin' me to go interjectin' too much though, I uh... I ain't one to go speakin' on that an' all. M'more for uhm, well -he's- curious 'aight?" The vixen nestling in some, and gently pushing Mister away from herself!
Angus gives a nod as he gently rests his staff across his lap, sitting cross leggeds. His gaze roams over what is spread on the blanket, reaching over to pet Mister before he eyes Fenris "You sure you want to do this?" He asks one last time, ready to call his patrion but wanting to make absolutely sure this is what they wanted to do.
"Of course!" Fenris says with an easy smile, "We needed to cme and speak with him eventually anyway! No time like the present!" The tiger passes around plates laden with food, laying out a fourth plate for their as-yet-to arrive guest.
Kalt takes her plate and sets it into her lap, once more pushing Mister away as he tries to approach before she looks to Angus with a nod. "Whenever yer ready love, just go an' give a shout out for him m'figurin'." The Vixen falls silent then in anticipation of what was to come...
Angus once more nods, taking a deep breath before he turns his gaze to the lake as he bites his lip for a moment, grip tightening on his staff before speaking in a clear, loud voice. "Ser'ther, we request your audience and invite you to a picnic in your honor."
Fenris nods at Angus's summons. "I'm not sure if a Spirit has ever been invited to a picnic in there honor before, Angus," he says, "That is another first for you!" The tiger is not sure where the Spirit will appear, so he dies not bother to guess, simply filling up a plate with good food.
~Not for many years to be certain, it does certainly break the mold~ Ser'ther's 'voice' filling the minds of those present as he rain shifts and gathers for a moment as a smaller sized version of him appears, roughly the size of a being and floating in the air slightly. ~Now, what is it you request my audiance over exactly Angus? Have you gotten into more trouble?~
Angus presents Ser'ther with a smile as he appears, no long taken by surprise by the spirits entrance. "Oh no, no trouble at all I've been keeping my nose clean. As for why we called you here we have something we must discuss." He looks to the others as well, encouraging them to speak to the spirit as he continues to slowly pet mister.
Fenris slides a full plate toward the water Spirit. "Welcome, Ser'Ther," he says, "Our friend Angus was good enough to call you, partially on my request. I wasn't sure what you would like, so I brought a variety. I am assuming that you know about the Craige? I am here to beg your aid against them."
~My aid? Well of course, I don't have a reason to deny you in such a request...~ The spirit wastes no time dipping it's tail into the bowl of water as it continues to float. ~Of course, I have heard some rumors and the like from my ilk, that it is not just -us- you are attempting to bring into this little alliance? Perhaps you are wandering off to garner some unwanted attention?~ The question seems like less of a question, and more of an acqusition as the spirit stares heavily at Fenris.
Angus watches Ser'ther and Fenris carefully, ears flicking back and forth. He had no idea what the spirit was talking about, curiosity starting to peek as he allows them both to speak without interruption, slowly reaching out to graps Kalt's hand.
Fenris nods and leaves his head bowed humbly. "We will need the strength of all of us, and all of you," he says, "I have sought the aid of your opposites in the Corrupt Court, and I fear that I must beg a hard thing of you to gain the cooperation of the White Lady." He does not look up right away, awaiting the Spirit's reaction.
~No.~ The spirit's words are quick and swift as he floats there, eyes on Fenris completely. ~You want me to aid a child, who cannot come to the realization that I did -nothing- wrong, and that it was her -own- actions that brought her downfall? We do not need them, we can stand strong, and you all have others whom could provide even greater aid then them.~
Kalt holds Angus' hand, frowning as she listens to the situation, the vixen doing just what she was requested to... Observe.
Angus frowns a little as he squeezes Kalt's hand. "Be reasonable Ser'ther, at least hear them out. Please." He asks the spirit as he leans forward. Hearing that Fenris had something to do with the lady of bones made him even more curious as to how this will play out.
Fenris rises from his bow. "I am not asking for you to help her or to talk with her," he says, "She has asked for a token and that only." The tiger looks evenly up at the water serpent. "I pass no judgement and place no blame," he says, "It is not my place. But Zimla has shown me that it will take all of the courts together for us to succeed."
~You. Do. Not. Need. Her. You do not need -them-. Come puzzler's chosen, you should have figured out an option already, perhaps, oh I am unfamiliar in this but oh... Your own -creators-.~ The spirit flirks around a bit with aggitation, shaking his head slightly. ~No. Her temper tantrum cost everyone every thing last time, she will -not- have that. Zimla is little more than a misty eyed optimist as well, believing they will come fully in line instead of stabbing us in the back at the first opportunity~
