Another Bug Fairy?-Beets-Beetle (Hollie-Hornet Arc 1)
Aug 29, 2022 13:15:31 GMT
Velania Kalugina, Derthaad, and 1 more like this
Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Aug 29, 2022 13:15:31 GMT
Cowritten with the buzzingly brilliant Pishti
“Three more honey ales-oh and another honeycomb cream-for me and the crew please Mavunda!” Beets called out as she flew up to the bar, tears of laughter still streaming down her cheeks from the bubble of merriment left surrounding the table by the tavern window. The table itself was occupied by her loyal Rooftop Beetle crew, all of whom were currently in varying degrees of laughter.Even the large normally stoic form of the giant jet black tabaxi, Axel. Whose great roaring bellows of a laugh were a sight to behold and hear, making many of the bottles behind the bar and tankards upon tables rattle immensely with their sound.
“Three more honey ales-oh and another honeycomb cream-for me and the crew please Mavunda!” Beets called out as she flew up to the bar, tears of laughter still streaming down her cheeks from the bubble of merriment left surrounding the table by the tavern window. The table itself was occupied by her loyal Rooftop Beetle crew, all of whom were currently in varying degrees of laughter.Even the large normally stoic form of the giant jet black tabaxi, Axel. Whose great roaring bellows of a laugh were a sight to behold and hear, making many of the bottles behind the bar and tankards upon tables rattle immensely with their sound.
The merry ruddy cheeked barwoman crosses her arms and gives Beets a joking motherly scowl as the fairy lands on stool a infront the bar, the bar woman instinctively raising a foot to catch a glass on toe of her boot as it falls from the bar caused by the remaining rumbles of Axel’s laughter. “Now then Beets, will it just be the ales, or will ye be paying me for all three heads of the Dragon by the time you and ye friends have shook out every last screw with ye laughter, hm?”
“Sorry Mav,” Beets apologises with a handful of coin and a stooped guilty sharp toothed grin, “I guess we got a bit carried away. I just wanted to treat the guys to a 'Big' night out for all their hard work! We’ll try and keep the noise down.” “Oh, don’t ye got worrying ye little fairy head bout’it darlin,” Mavunda responds with a wink and motherly pat with her well worked hand on Beet’s glowing cheek, “Goodness knows we could all do with hearing some merriment bout’ the place, what with all this Gith’yanki buisness and..dear Coll’s passing." She gives a small sniff and wipes a sudden tear from her eye, before giving a quick cough, “Right then bout’dem drinks!" She says, suddenly turning to busy herself at the taps.
Beets sits upon the stool at takes a look around the place. The Three Headed Dragon. The meeting point of so many of her adventures, but also a previous sore spot of one of her ‘unfavoured’ performances upon her very first visit to Daring Heights. The mocks and jeers she received up on that old wooden stage seem like a bad dream now though. Washed away by the fresh memories being formed tonight together with her crew, her new Rooftop family.
She smiles warmly as she watches Jeremy dramatically recount a daring dive he made from a roofspire earlier that day to the group, during one of their delivery routes. Before Diana suddenly interjects with a cheeky grin that ‘said dive’ resulted in him being strung up in a washing line of ladies underwear. Thus beginning a fresh wave of laughter bubbling up from the table as Jeremy red faced retorts that 'the wind' merely blew him off course.
“I’m tella ya Phil, that new bug delivery girl, while not much of a talker, is blimin’efficent! My customers have never been happier!” “You know I’ve her good things about her Lawerence, maybe I should get her to start delivering my pies! I mean, everybody likes piping hot pie straight outta the oven!” The ripple of conversation twitched Beets’ ears as she turns look down the bar to where red haired gnome and a plump red scaled dragon born are sat chatting over their tankards. Maybe it was just the ale, but she couldn’t recall ever running deliveries for them before. Still, a compliment is a compliment and with another potential client ‘literally’ on the table, or bar to be precise, she decided to make herself known.
“Well that’s very buggin’kind of you to say sirs,” she started, flitting over in front of them and giving an exaggerated mid air bow, ‘The Rooftop Beetles’ are always happy to hear positive..customer feedback..” She stumbled out, recalling it as something she’d heard a stall owner once saying.
The two gents stared at her quizzically, the gnome pulling at his moustache for a few moments before giving a shrug, “Don’t think I know ya missy, but you sure ain’t my delivery bug.”
“What?!” Beets exclaimed, landing on the bar with an unsteady wobble, as the old gnome took a chug from his tankard, “B-but you must’ve meant me? After all, there’s only one Beets the Beetle.” She ends, with a flurry of gestures.
“Beetle you may be my girl, but ain’t be the one delivering my socks round town. Happy to give ye a trial if you can give me a competitive rate though?” Adds the gnome, with a wink at the amused dragon born beside him.
“Ales up Beets!” Called Mavunda, breaking Beets out of her surprised state. “Uhm..sure… Socks..I’ll..um..get back to you on that!” She murmurs, before flitting up to collect the drinks, and make her way back to the table of her awaiting friends.
“Buggin’particular folk those faries Phil,” said Lawerence as he accepted another fresh round from Mavunda, clanking tankards with his friend before lifting his own to his lips with a final remark, “Efficent, but buggin’particular!”