Post by Mittens Mckittens on Nov 19, 2022 21:52:27 GMT
After CSI Ettin with meggsnbacon and dee
Mittens stares with enchanted awe as a Tabard brings over a little glass cup and a pitcher of fresh milk from the kitchen in seemingly invisible hands. It places them on the table amongst the well earned meal of two friends spread before them. Turning with a ripple of scarlet material as it hovers back off to the bar to fetch the next order to be delivered, the young feline's eyes never leaving it's Fort Ettin emblazoned form.
"Ain't that just amazing! Miss Kennari has shown me spell like before! Unseen servant I think it was, when she didn't want to do the dishes after a particular burnt lasagne! But to see it cast on such a scale, my it's incredible!” He exclaims, before turning to pretty blue dress and pink bow wearing kenku beside him, his face full of child-like wonder.
‘It unnerves me a bit” Flutter uneasily admits, “the ‘not-seeing’ thing, but it does have its uses for sure! ‘That blade suits you, have you thought of a name yet?”
Mittens stares down at the new blade that has been sat resting on his lap, a silvery glow emanating from the runic cast metal in the soft cosy torch light of The Fort Ettin Great Hall. "You really think so? You know I've always kinda wanted a sword to be honest. Used to daydream of armouring up like those mighty heroes you hear about from festival storytellers, tales of squaring off against bloodthirsty dragons or bringing down power hungry fey wildians."
"I've got no idea though, in fact I've been having just as much trouble thinking up a name for this little lass." He says as he reaches into a pouch, and pulls out a little open necked glass jar filled with some small blades of grass and few little flowers. Nestled amongst which is a plump fuzzy bumble bee with pale yellow and black fuzz that appears to be taking a nap, an oddly tuneful snoring now permeating the air.
“Oh. My. Goodness. She’s adorable!!” Flutter exclaims as she looks at the bee, moving her face close to the jar, “Is she your familiar?”
"No um, I got her last week as part of my share of a sack of stuff from Mr Killian-really nice fella I met in the Feywild, specialises in cupboards... No one else seemed to want her, and well I love bees, I thought she just might want to be free, but well, she didn't wanna go when I tried to release her. So she's just been sleeping on some flowers or on me pillow when back home and I found her a much nicer little jar to rest in when she wants to come out with me, can't seem to shake her since she saw me."
Flutter orders some tea from a passing Tabard. “I can’t imagine no one wanting her. She does seem rather darling! It reminds me of a tale I’ve heard before…. I think the bee’s name was Eric? It was a long time since I was told it.”
"Eric eh?” Mittens responds thoughtfully. “Not come across many bees called Eric, mind you I've never thought to ask'em before!"
The little bee move suddenly, slowly uncurling and rising from it's flower bed before giving a long almost dog-like wake up stretch before before with a flutter of wing beats rising up out of the jar in a twirl with a little buzzing tuneful melody as it hovers over to boop Mitten's nose and then swirling over to look curiously into Flutter's face whilst still buzzing away musically.
‘Well good morning, little bee!’ Flutters greets happily, before with a burst of inspiration reaching into her bag to pull out some drawing supplies.
After scribbling furiously on a spare piece of paper for a few minutes, Flutter holds up a rather faithful drawing of the bee waking up and presents it to Mittens.
"Oh now wow would ya look at that!” Mittens exclaims with a smile. “That's flippin'lovely that is! And I think she likes it too, don't ya girl?" He adds, watching with a smile as the little bee suddenly bursts into a little joyful melody of buzzes as she hovers above the drawing as if taking it all in, before then whizzing over to Flutter to nuzzle against her soft facial plumage with a happy almost purring "Bbbuzz bbuzz!"
Moving slowly, with one arm clasped around her left side, Calla comes over and gingerly pulls out a chair from the table, “Just bruised ribs, nothing broken, they say it’ll be ‘right as rain’ by tomorrow?”, as she takes her place between Mittens and Flutter, the Drow’s bemused expression makes it abundantly clear she has no idea what that means. “Are you both okay?”
“Oh Carla! Well I think Flutter’s made a new friend is all!” The cat welcomes her with a smile and gesture to the excitable bee now buzzing above Flutter’s head. “That’s good to hear it’s nothing serious! I should say this is the first adventure I’ve yet to get injured! The first time I got hit by a fireball thrown by a horse riding ghost and only last week I think I might of died as I was hit by a wall of fire!” He recalls surprisingly enthusiastically.
"Oh, she's adorable! But...That's far too much fire." Mitten's off-hand death, combined with Calla's bruising, suddenly starts making her rapidly reevaluate her risk assessment of the Dawnlands. "I think... I should probably get some armour".
“Have you learnt Mage Armour yet?” The feline enquiries, a milk moustache forming on his whiskers and top lip from his second foamy glass.
“It was one of the first spells Miss Kennari taught me, doesn’t hamper ya from dodging out of the way if you’re not too big or brawny! Plus armor is expensive, ya could buy my folks farm five times over with the price of some of it!-I do fancy getting a nice wizard coat though!” He adds thoughtfully rubbing his work tunic.
"Not yet. My family is pretty useless beyond charms or steel or mithril but, uh, I don't have much of any of those and I'm just not very big. I'm heading to the Academy after this though. Maybe they can help?" Tone unsure and brows knit, Calla has jumped into the very deep end of a new life... and it shows.
Mittens places down his glass of milk as he takes in the young girl’s almost lost expression. He thinks of himself, a humble village farm cat, and how he’s only here right now because Miss Kennari said she saw something ‘special’ in him and decided to give him a chance. Shyly but kindly, he reaches over a mittened paw to place it on top of one the drow’s pale blue ones. “Hey, you always don’t have to be too big to make a big impression. Us little magic folk gotta stick together!” He adds with a milk smeared smile.
The dark elf smiles back warmly, unused to much in the way of kindness from strangers. "We do. If either of you are heading to Daring next, I'd be happy for the company".
"Oh yes! Me and little bee will be heading back soon, Mrs Kennari said she'd be making some time to be teaching me my next two spells!-Oh! Like the name do ye?" The cat says, noticing the increased excited buzzes made by his buzzy striped companion above their heads. "Little Bee...Little-bee…”
"Libby, maybe?" Calla suggests.
Libby gives an enthusiastic buzzing twirl in the air before coming to perch on Calla's nose between her two large bespectacled eyes, wiggling her rump with a soft purring hum, eyes creased in the corners almost as if she's smiling.
"Well I think she likes it!" Mittens says with a fanged smiling laugh. "You too by the looks of it!"
Calla's trying her best to look at Libby, but there's only so much her glasses can do. After a moment or two she gives up, laughs without thinking about it, and accidentally sends Libby back into the air.
Libby buzzes up from Calla's nose to above the table before slowly, she starts to sing a tuneful little melody in a soft buzzy little voice, slowly turning in mid air as she does so.
"Heh, magic really is something." Mittens says with a small laugh of awe, as they all sit watch the singing bee’s spontaneous solo.