Fae rubbed her hands together to keep them warm. "I don't understand how people can sleep in that much! I'm usually up by 6:30 every morning!"
Roleplay?
(@Natasha, good for you!)
Ahh, congrats!! )
"six?! How are you alive!?" He teased.
(Thanks!!)
Fae shrugged, smiling so broadly she thought her face would split in two. "I help out a lot in the bakery most mornings.", she replied with a laugh. All of a sudden, a small, white feathered dragon shot out of the sky, hitting Cruz in the face with a loud whumph. "Luri!", Fae yelled, doubling over with laughter. The dragon perked up her incredibly long ears. "He's a friend!", she assured, giggling violently.
"Huh!" He breathed in surprise, laughing, "Suddenly I empathize with August," he grinned, gently catching the small dragon with his hands.
Luri growled at him, trying to look threatening, and leaped onto Fae's shoulder protectively, glaring snootily at Cruz with gorgeous black eyes. "Sorry!", Fae apologized, chuckling. "She's a bit over-protective." She stroked Luri with one had, ruffling her elegant white feathers. Luri was about the size of her elbow to the tip of her middle finger fully stretched out, and covered in sleek white feathers, the tips of her ears, primaries, and secondaries black.
"Aye, it's okay." He laughed.
Luri snarled again, although Fae could tell that she was beginning to warm up to him. "Most of my other dragons stay inside of the house and bakery, but Luri's a bit of a… free spirit."
"Ahhh.." he chuckled. "Then we will get along swimmingly."
Luri regarded him disdainfully, and Fae couldn't help but burst into laughter again. They passed by Main Street, which was closed off in preparation for tomorrow's Fair. "Just five more minutes!", Fae said to Cruz, immensely curious about what he'd wanted to tell her back in the shop, but she didn't prod.
"Five more minutes? Fae, it's freezing," he refuted lightly. His cheeks and nose were, like cherries, flustered red with the chill.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!", she replied, immediately feeling bad. "Sorry.", Fae amended, rummaging around in her bag and pulling out a maroon beanie, holding it up victoriously. "You can wear this. Sorry if it's a bit small."
"It looks like vomit," he accepted it, fitting it over his head. Actually… the hat was… quite flattering, to his appearance. A few strands of hair peeked out from under the hem.
"Vomit?", she laughed, secretly thinking that it suited him quite a bit. "It's maroon!" They rounded the corner to the hospital.
"Yeah," he snorted.
Fae grinned back as they approached the hospital, Luri taking flight gracefully from her shoulder, flapping her muscled wings with ease. They slipped inside. "Hi, Irma.", Fae greeted the lady at the front desk warmly. Irma raised one eyebrow, eying Cruz and her. "Who's this?", she asked with a smirk, leaning forward to rest her chin on her fist with a cheeky wink.
Cruz wormed his arm from around Fae's, insides squirming with awkward response at the lady's wry look.
Fae blushed bright red. "I-Irma, this is Cruz. Cruz, Irma." She bit her lip, flustered. "Cruz works at the pottery shop a little ways South of the falls. I, err– got a job there yesterday, so…"
Cruz just nodded along with Fae, grinding his teeth together a little bit whike struggling to keep a nonchalant, aloof expression.
(is Cruz non-magical?)
Irma raised her other eyebrow, graying hair tied back into a bun. "Whatever you say…", she replied, winking suggestively once more. Sorry!, Fae thought hard at Cruz, wishing he could read her mind. "I have a visiting day scheduled with Gran today?", Fae said, trying to move the conversation along. "Yep.", Irma smiled, a teasing glint still twinkling in her blue eye. "The whole floor's waiting for you up there."
Yeah xD )
Cruz's hard-to-spot tension melted off when te subject moved along, shoulders resting back down. He went back for a more subtle holding-of-hands, not so appreciative of the suggestive attention these people were nudging at the two. Even, albeit, if he was guilty of thinking the same things himself. Still embarrassing.
Fae was warmed significantly from the contact of his hand against hers, but she (regrettably) pulled away. "See you tomorrow, then, at twelve.", she smiled at him, ignoring the strange feeling in her stomach.
"'Kay," he exhaled quietly back, "Twelve," he echoed with a nod, lifting a hand to the hat on his head. He decided he liked it, despite his complaint about the color.
Fae shook her head. "You can give it to me tomorrow.", she smiled.
"Alright.." he smiled.
Is it okay if we skip to the fair tmrw, or do you want to include some background with fae's gma? )
(could we please do a just bit of it? I want Macha to meet Cruz, but only briefly, I promise)
(I'm going to be out for the next hour or so, but when I get back, I'll just write a quick post about her visit to her Gran :)
Fae waved to him, thanking Irma and slipping off her coat as she walked into the cool stairwell.
Oke thats fine! )
Cruz turned to leave, stepping back outside into the sharp cold.
Walking as quick as she could with all her bags, Fae finally entered the designated hallway. Floor seven was pleasantly decorated with walls done in pretty pastel shades and many windows overlooking the city, with paintings and pictures hung up on the walls. "Hello?", she called, immediately hearing a squeal from room 9 as a small blonde girl sped out, arms spread wide for a hug. Fae dropped all her bags (carefully) and crouched down, arms open and a huge smile on her face. "Fiona!!", she exclaimed. The little seven year old bowled into her, knocking her to the ground. "You were gone for ages!", Fiona screamed in delight, a slight lisp hinging onto her consonants. "Good to see you too, Angel!", Fae giggled, ruffling Fiona's golden blond hair and struggling to get up, when she felt someone rush onto her again, knocking her back to the ground. "Fae!!", Aiyana, the 8 year old First Nations girl yelled, hugging her violently. "Yana!", Fae laughed, hugging the little girl back and finally getting up into sitting position. "Where's your cast?", she asked, still laughing as she noted that her arm was bare. "I'm all better now!!!", Aiyana grinned, exposing the gaps where her two front teeth should be. "AND THE FAMILY SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", Fiona cut in, jumping up and down. "YAN-YAN'S GETTING ADOPTED NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!", she screamed at the top of her lungs, tackling her best friend to the ground. "That's amazing, Yana!!", Fae squeezed the little girl tight, planting a kiss on the top of her head. Just then, the nurse Isa poked her head out of a nearby doorway. "What's all the ruckus?", she asked. "Fae! How was your week?" Isa exclaimed, noticing Fae and coming over to collect the girls. She and Fae exchanged pleasantries, Isa's little green dragon (courtesy of Fae) Gwen perched on her shoulder. "Did you bring us anything?!" Fiona asked, excited. "I may or may not have brought you all lollipops!", Fae tapped her nose teasingly.
Fiona screamed "CANDY?!?!?!?!?!" The door to room 14 opened, and a 10 year-old boy peeked out. "Stop yelling, Fio—" He spotted Fae. "Fae!" He ran towards her, "Spyro!", she greeted him happily, hugging him tightly. "How are you holding up?", she asked, the broadest smile possible stuck fast to her face. "I'm getting my leever emplanter tomorrow!", Spyro yelled. "You mean your liver implant?", Fae giggled, bringing out the lollipops form her handbag. All three kids fell upon her, squealing loudly and jumping up and down. Fae handed them out, letting her dragons out as well, Leum going with Spyro, Smudge flapping happily after the girls, and Grace gliding up to join Gwen, who (like her) stood on two feet. Fae payed a quick visit to the rest of the patients, Valentina, the 16 year-old Latina girl who had been abused and molested by her uncle to the point of hospitalization, Amitav, the 13 year-old Indian boy who had lost both his legs in a freak roller-coaster accident, Mira and Zoe, the 11 year-old conjoined twins who had almost been literally torn apart a few months ago by a psychotic kidnapper, and Liam, the 5 year-old transgender boy (previously Lila) who had been beaten up so many times by wasted teenagers on his block that he'd broken an arm, a leg, and had received a concussion, giving each of them their lollipops and handing out fudge squares to all of the nurses before finally arriving at her Gran's room at the end of the hall. Gran was the only adult on this floor, since the hospital had run out of space on the upper floors, and was in a very delicate condition. Fae entered quietly, hiding the bouquet of flowers behind her back. "Hi Gran!", she smiled warmly as she approached the bed, hugging and kissing her grandmother fondly. "Fae!", Gran smiled back, black circles under her eyes. "Your mum phoned to tell me about your job, how was it darling?" The two talked to eachother lovingly for a while, and Fae pulled the flowers and the vase from her bag. "Happy Easter!", she said, placing them both on the little table. At the same time, Gran tugged a gorgeous knitted scarf from under the covers. "Happy Birthday! Oh, such lovely flowers dear! Thank you for the vase!", she exclaimed, pulling Fae into a hug. "Thanks Gran! Oh, this is gorgeous! Did you make it?", she asked, admiring the soft infinity scarf woven out of beautiful turquoise and cream yarn while her insides clenched with worry. My birthday's not until Tuesday.., she thought to herself. Gran's condition must be getting worse.. Fae's Gran had been diagnosed with schizophrenia half a year ago, after voices in her head had told her to brake a window and climb through it, walking all the way to the Canada/U.S. border on arthritic feet and being hit by a car, which hit something in her head that had caused memory loss at completely random times. She had survived, but each time she was about to be released from the hospital, she'd had another episode, and the schizophrenia had gotten temporarily worse.
(I'm gonna do this in stages, k?)
(Kk)