"These past few days are a rarity for me, I spend so much of my time in transit between one court and the next; brokering deals and carrying messages. It also means long hours alone as I travel the paths on the overworld." Mara shrugs then, and slowly begins to gather up empty plates and utensils to bring back into the house.
"Linette's jobs carry her far from here, and most times we meet up it's in our home in California. This is - this place is for quieter times. Not the chaos that comes from living with a group, a community." Or rather, a family made up of different species of shape-changers. "So I would be glad to have the company of two fine gentlemen such as yourself and your close companion, when I am home."
The look she gives him now is sharp, one eyebrow raised. "Tricks? Do you mean fun and mostly jokes to be had at one another's expense? Or..." Biting her lower lip, Mara looks down at the table, slowly pulls the juice container to her. "Max, I must warn you. Here, in the world we inhabit now?"
Her face is somber now, any trace of joviality gone. "Fae pranks can be dangerous, even deadly. They are called pranks because they are amusing - to the fae. Boggarts, pucca, there is a historical basis to many of the legends spoken, and many of the old wive's tales told."
"The outer shell does not always show the rot within. It is truth as much for the shining folk as any other I'd say. So if these ah, these El-oh-el's of yours are truly fae in nature? They may cause dark times indeed."
Her mood brightens up a bit however, and she finishes with "But I shall try not to pick up just anything I see laying in wait for me." Besides, there won't be shiny things lying around for her eyes to catch on, right? No sparkly trinkets or unusual objects? Nooo.
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Date: 2015-02-27 02:59 am (UTC)"Linette's jobs carry her far from here, and most times we meet up it's in our home in California. This is - this place is for quieter times. Not the chaos that comes from living with a group, a community." Or rather, a family made up of different species of shape-changers. "So I would be glad to have the company of two fine gentlemen such as yourself and your close companion, when I am home."
The look she gives him now is sharp, one eyebrow raised. "Tricks? Do you mean fun and mostly jokes to be had at one another's expense? Or..." Biting her lower lip, Mara looks down at the table, slowly pulls the juice container to her. "Max, I must warn you. Here, in the world we inhabit now?"
Her face is somber now, any trace of joviality gone. "Fae pranks can be dangerous, even deadly. They are called pranks because they are amusing - to the fae. Boggarts, pucca, there is a historical basis to many of the legends spoken, and many of the old wive's tales told."
"The outer shell does not always show the rot within. It is truth as much for the shining folk as any other I'd say. So if these ah, these El-oh-el's of yours are truly fae in nature? They may cause dark times indeed."
Her mood brightens up a bit however, and she finishes with "But I shall try not to pick up just anything I see laying in wait for me." Besides, there won't be shiny things lying around for her eyes to catch on, right? No sparkly trinkets or unusual objects? Nooo.