Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 12:42:31 GMT -6
Mira, in my knapsack and/or on a leash attached to me -starting at the comet viewing hill-
Imagine my surprise. Marcel reaches up to take a sandwich from someone who signed up to help the scientists of the sky as a food carrier and he has hooves instead of feet. His mouth full of sandwich, the child with hooves sees my wide eyes. Giggling with his mouth full. 'I'm a faun!' he tells me, sandwich-mouth free. What is a fawn, you don't look like a deer; I write down. He peers owlishly at my chalkboard, then shakes his head. "faUn; different. I'm a fae, we can be half-animal." he tells me, clicking his hooves together like independent toes. Its almost fascinating. "Go on, touch em. They're hard actually; like sheep hooves." Sheep hooves? Huh. Carefully, I poke the hoof with my finger. It is hard! Flicking my short claw against the surface. "I've never met a fox person before, expecially one who doesn't talk. I hope you get better fast and get your voice back." Me too, I think to myself. Mira is hiding presently behind my hind legs as I'm sitting down, nervous about the fast moving crowd, so I've got her lead around my wrist.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 12:52:43 GMT -6
"boss said you understand Laiyan, thats fae language! Write your name down, I wanna see your dialect." I do so, for the way I had chosen my name to be. "Kristofor. Your writing looks far west to me. Am I right?" He grins when I nod, with rather horsey looking teeth. I've seen horses before, in the human farms that are outside the woods. Tall creatures with hooves that you can ride but can get very mean and bite or kick you. "I'm kind of a northern fae myself. But being here in the city isn't so bad. You'll learn to like it, I bet. Nobody gonna turn you into a coat here." Wait, a coat?! "Kidding!" he waves his hands, with hard dark little nails, sort of like his hoof-feet. Marcel can see Mira from his viewpoint, basically sprawled on the grass to face me as he leans up and flops back down with no effort at all. Wiggling his hooves at her.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 12:59:03 GMT -6
"You've got a pretty patchy looking pet there Kristofor. You two get in a spat or something? 'cause you're pretty patchy too." And here I thought the shirt collar would cover up the bald ring around my neck. Oh no, not so. Triad tried to shake me down for my food, and I told them no., I wrote down. Granted, I had gone through my pack while packing it, and I had no food left, except for the wrapped packages from my aunt, and some young bamboo for Mira, from the Raven. "Gutsy... but don't mess with em. You might not walk away next time." Marcel remarks, picking a long strand of seeded grass and sticking it in the corner of his mouth, like some sort of human farmer. The seed pod at the end of the grass shoot wiggles as he chews. the fawn doesn't need to know the truth. Nope. I can see a curious white paw clutched to the fur of my shin.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 13:04:35 GMT -6
"She's pretty shy. You aren't afraid of bringing her into the outside?" he points out. I have no home here. I need to get one., I resignedly admit in writing to the fawn. His face makes the 'oh' look, with pursed mouth. But the fawn's face is much flatter. Deer have long faces. "So you're seriously just into the city?" Nod. "So you'll need to go to City Hall to get registered as a resident and get a place to live. Folks who are broke or don't want the fees of living outside of government given housing live in a big old building called the Kennels. Do you have a map?" Nodding, I fish out the map. Its pretty light, despite the deepening night. I'd given them a paw on setting up the telescope tripods and such, while Mira slept in my knapsack. Their telescopes... it can't be described how much more... besides larger, they are from the one my cousin had.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 13:13:07 GMT -6
The equipment setup crew had nothing to do really once the setup is complete, thus why I'm sitting down in the grass watching everything. Marcel served as my translator for asking about instructions and such, since as a fae he's a bit too small to help move the heavier equipment. One of the few of the scientists of the sky whose scientist wares became a floor length tent-skirt for him. Road-runner was the one with the big glasses who'd brought me over to the group, talking a mile a minute in common. The boss being a humanish with pointed ears and an obsession about being organized. That organizing his team contibuted to the common phrase of herding cats, thus the request for the cityfolk to come and help. Marcel has my map right now, and a pencil that came from who knows where; I couldn't exactly tell; he doesn't have straight fur/hair on top, its all a mass of curls. And Mira's watching his hooves click and move occasionally as he reads and scribbles. +1
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 14:37:05 GMT -6
"This map's at least got the topography, the lay of the land, right. Few things have changes up though, Kristofor. Lookit this-" Handing me back the map, the fawn points out 'the docks' as written by the Raven. "this isn't quite right. There's a considerable amount of river space leading up to the docks too; called the River bend. Original name, right? Its just south west of the city. The shops is less of a 'shopping district, more of renovating an old open air market. Most places have doors and roofs and such, only a few places are carts and popup vendors; A word of warning, don't cross the guy who runs the cart; he's six times scarier then any angry dragon." With the rapidfire amount of information... I'm interested and overwhelmed. Thankfully he hasn't switched languages. "Sorry -ahem" the fawn says, his expression falling some. "I can talk about a mile a minute too, but at least I'm understandable." Nod. A curious white paw reaches for the unmoving hoof, and smacks it.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 15:20:48 GMT -6
"Oh, aren't you getting brave now." Marcel chuckles, wiggling his split hooves at the panilla. She hasn't moved far away from me, but enough that her little arms can reach and poke the hooves. Her gray eyes are wide with wonder. Looking down and examining her own toes... so different! "She'll be a handful, I'd say, if she's fascinated with feet." Wiggling the hooves again at her. However this seemed to have an obvious effect that Marcel expected. Dropping on all fours, Mira started barking at him. Oh no no no, no need for that. I took the lead, winding it around my hand and draw the panilla back into my grasp. "Ooop, sorry, guess I offended her." Who knows, I don't speak panilla. He starts talking again about the map, drawing my attention back to the map spread between us. For a fawn, his grip on the pencil is very good, and writes light enough but with enough press to be legibly read and not torn through.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 22:29:22 GMT -6
A few scientists turn briefly to glare in our direction while I'm fishing around in my knapsack for a piece of young bamboo for Mira. She's not misbehaving in my grip, but isn't giving up on short warning barks at the fawn across from me. Hissing a few 'shh shh shh's while running my hand carefully over her patchy furred back. She'd lost more fur in that then I'd originally seen. Ironically bonding over the loss of our fur. Distracted briefly from barking at the rude faun, the panilla turns back and nuzzles her head into my padded palm, making content noises. Oh, so you like to be petted... Carefully, I adjust my hand so it can reach from her head to her rump, just over the back. Up and down... super gently. Marcel grins over the top of the map while watching this. The fox seems to be quite bonded with his pet rat. Er, panilla.
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 23:13:47 GMT -6
"I can see the comet!" someone shouted in the crowd. The guards jostled to work, them and their animals of varying sizes, shapes and colors keeping the crowd away from the frantically studying crowd. Are you not going to grab yourself a telescope to look at the comet?, I write down to show Marcel. He pauses in his writing on my map to look at the chalkboard facing him. "Nah, I have a pocketscope." Perhaps its the hooves that caught more attention then his tent-coat, but pulling out what appears to be a series of nested rings aorund a glass orb. with a flick of the wrist, the pocketscope opens up, with a snap. Mira squeaks and hides in my elbow. "oops." The faun lifts the pocketscope up to his eye and starts to look at the sky. "Aha, here we go! Take a look! Just straight ahead, litle to the left."
Post by Kristofor on Sept 26, 2020 23:40:27 GMT -6
Nostalgia washes over me when the pocketscope changes hands. Examining the stars with my littler cousins, in the canopy of their tree home above the fox hole.... learning the local constellations and seeing shooting stars sprint across the sky. Through the orb of the pocketscope, I can see the expanse of the night sky. Being so far east is unusual and I don't recognize the stars now, but the comet... what a sight. A glowing orb of frozen rock and ice, just going across the sky. A tail of dust, broken off ice and light reflection casting behind it as the sun's light melts the ice just enough to leave a tail. A beautiful, memorable sight. Minutes pass as I watch the comet before my watching eyes complain of staring so long wihtout blinking and pass the pocketscope back to Marcel. He watches the comet too, amongst the others who are ooing and ahhing and clearly making a lot of noise. Until the boss got up, and used something horribly loud to shut them up. Marcel told me that monster of a machine was called an airhorn. Both Mira and I were not happy with this. +1
The grandeur of the comet for the crowd soon became short lived, with broken yawns and attempts to shake their friends awake who were dozing on their feet. In small quantities, humans, not quite humans and others filed back down the hill into the city and the city became quiet. Or as quiet as a city can be. You can't have a quiet human place. It's impossible. Their yawning is contagious as I try not to yawn-well, that went south fast. Maybe just resting my eyes would be enough. With Mira's lead wrapped around my hand still, she is curled under my shirt, I rearrange myself into a more comfortable lying down position to avoid the corkscrew of my spine and...just resting my eyes... zzzz....
Marcel smiled to himself, watching the tense little fox finally give up trying not to sleep. He'd watched the comet one of the longest too. The map on his knees, topographically complete, but not quite up to date on where places were...
The faun didn't try to wake the fox helper when the scientists themselves were starting to get sleepy and swap shifts with someone who had fresher eyes. Until the day came, someone would be watching and studying that comet constantly. He had done his job though; and more then one Laiyan speaker had come out of the figurative city woodwork...metalwork to help the Society with their interest -coughobsessioncough- of a two hundred year orbiting space ice cube. The pencil wanders over the map... he had the lodge, the Bend, directions out to the Canyon, but he doubted the fox would be interacting with dragons; mute and without language skill? bad choice to intract with something that learned to talk off you in the first place. The fishing shop... for a fancy furred fox, he'd be likely going to the Loom, so that got marked... glancing over, he saw the lump curled up against his chest under the shirt twitch a bit. The panilla must be a sleep kicker... pity.
No, he wouldn't wake the boy until the telescopes actually needed to come down. Boss wouldn't pay him for a half-done job. Hmm... what was he forgetting... oh yes. The collections cart in the city; Usually frequented by rare hunters. No literally, rare hunters. Folks after a rare item like a magical crystal or a creature, or even to just sell junk to. That needed to be marked... right there. All done. Quick fingers do a bang up job of rolling up both halves of the map together, tying it off with the attached red ribbon. Laiyan marked and perfectly ledgible. His initial job of being a map translator finished, Marcel also rolled his posture in the grass into curling up a bit, ending up swallowing his seed pod of grass shoot. No sense wasting food, but he wasn't the maa'ing kind of panite/fae/faun/whatever they called him behind his back. Nope, just a habit. Glancing at the stillness of the fox and hte panilla, they must've been exhausted...
The breaking of grass behind him woke Marcel a while later... he had no timewatch to figure out what time it was, the moon still high enough in the sky with no sun to call it night. The sounds of grass breaking underfoot... something was standing there now, watching them.
'Somethin' you want?' he asked brusquely, covering a yawn with a dark nailed hand. It was tall, with a tail, but lengthy limbs. 'No, not really. Making sure the fox is okay is all.' the female tenor of voice... oh it was her. The courier-coon. She had a small notebook being hidden away in the baggy jacket of hers. Not that he had anything to say about baggy, it was a tent on him to wear human sized clothing. She watched the fox sleep, curled up with his panilla, just about dead to the world. Occasionally his foot or his ear would twitch.
Silver: I use google docs for everything now because of stuff like that.
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Silver: Oops looks like I deleted you two at the end when making an edit, fixing now!
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Silver: Hey Twilight if you want to make a change to how you spent your points now that the River is available, please DM staff. We know we messed up by forgetting to include it so if you want it more than something else you bought we could swap for you.
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