(my writing of Lauroe is extremely clunky, partially because she's a new charcter and it's my first time writing her, sorry!)
Laurie mushified instantly as soon as Kanoa grabbed her hand. "Um, that's okay!", she awkwardly reassured her, blowing a stray strand of dark hair out of her face.
(also, i will be constantly altering her. Her hair is now long and wavy.)
(That's okay, Kanoa is a new character too.)
(who's turn?)
oh..um..mine?
Kanoa laughed, "Thanks! Anyways, on to the weather Travis." she reddened, "Sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud."
Lauriel felt hopelessly confused. Weather? Who was 'Travis'? The group approached the designated stand, Laurie eyeing the guy, who smelt like he might be a werewolf, somewhat warily. Her elbow bumped against her gun, glamoured to look invisible. At least she had something to defend herself with.
(Irish Fae have the following powers (this much is actually true myth-wise): Flight, glamour [or illusion], invisibility, bad and good luck-bestowing, weather control, disease-bestowing, acute sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Laurie's powers are weak, so she only has glamour, flight, very weak invisibility, extremely weak luck powers, and the ability to predict the weather, not control it)
Her face lit up when she saw the booth, "Mr……nemosin…" she stopped herself. "It's Mnemosyne, Kanoa." the old man laughed, "What do you need today? And with new friends I see."
"I was hoping that you had some snapdragon extract and my friend here wants some mugwort."
"I've got just the thing! Why don't you wait here, and I'll go get the ingredients." Mnemosyne walked into the back of his stall, searching for just the right ingredients.
Laurie relaxed a bit, the various intriguing smells calming her, putting her at ease. Pretty trinkets flashed in the sun as if beckoning to her, seeking attention, and the whole market was awash in vivid, alluring colors. She leaned forward to rest her hands on the counter, her hand accidentally brushing an iron bottle stopper. Laurie yelped, yanking her badly burnt hand away and gingerly touching the swollen purple skin, oozing pus. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!, she thought, grimacing at the steady bursts of pain.
Kanoa threw her bag on the floor as soon as she heard Lauriel yelp. She rummaged through it looking for her glass vial. As soon as she found it, Kanoa opened it and dumped the invisible contents on Lauriel's hand. A glassy ooze came from the vial, covering up Lauriel's burn.
(You get to decide if it works.)
The iron burn cooled down immediately, the throbbing and sharp pinpricks of pain easing while Laurie sighed in relief. "Th-thank you.", she told Kanoa gratefully, breathing in deeply. "Sorry, iron burns Faeries.", she added, embarassment kicking in while she wondered why Kanoa had done something so kind.
(thanks! I love Kanoa so much! so POSITIVE :)
She's special! Besides every team needs that one incredibly nice and happy person. Aaaaand then something happens and they're not happy anymore. (Usually attributed to loss) Kanoa kind of balances out my stalwart team comprised of two cinnamon rolls (including Kanoa), one revenge bent bean, one bookish banana, and one coconut.
love the synonyms lol. All your characyers are so diverse and interesting and –what's the word…….– wholesome! Wholesome whole-wheat coconut characters!!
Kanoa glanced at her iron belt buckle and started to pry it off, "I'm glad you're okay!" she smiled at Lauriel and proceeded to check herself for any other bits of iron she could find.
Thanks! I realllllly like your characters too!
*blushes then remebers I can't actually blush * Thank you!!)
Laurie saw Kanoa remove her iron buckle, and held out a hand quickly. "You don't have too! I'll be fine!", she said hurriedly.
Kanoa smiled as she started to take off her iron necklace, "It's fine, it's just around my waist anyway. I don't want to hurt you."
"Yeah we had to ban all iron back at the loft after Lea moved in. Iron free over here," Mick inputted awkwardly, smiling at the generosity of the Kanoa. He pulled out his wallet, ready to pay and get out of there, forgetting the large knife his jacket had been concealing when he pulled it back to get to his pockets.
Laurie flushed purple again, wondering wen she had missed this whole kindness factor in humans. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the large, wickedly sharp knife beneath the werewolf boy's jacket. "What. Is that?", she asked, tense now.
"Oh dear." Kanoa stepped forwards to inspect the knife the man had. "It's big."
"Hey, hey, it's no big deal!" Mick flustered, panicking. "It's a hazard of the job. I'm kind of a bodyguard." He prayed that his slip up wouldn't cost him the rare kindness of these people, but doubted that it would work.
Lauriel narrowed her eyes at him, used to her abrupt changes in character by now. She was pretty sure all Faries did that, but how could she know? She reached for her gun, but refrained from pulling it out just yet. It's not like he doesn't have the right to carry a weapon… I do..
(by the way, very sudden changes in mood and personality is a Fae thing)
(as in faeries of my universe)
(also, in Irish mythology, there are two Faerie courts, the Seelie Court [good] and the Unseelie Court [evil], which I decided to use for my 'verse. What I made up is that within these Courts, there are four denominations each. Laurie is of the Hetharfell denomination, which is why she has blue skin and moth-like wings, as well as littke gold markings spread out all over her body, very thinly spread out [meaning there aren't many])
Kanoa pressed her nose to Lauriel's, her rainbow eyes staring into Lauriel's eyes, and she could feel Lauriel's breath on her lips. "It's okay, I'm sure the stranger means no harm."
Laurie froze, heart racing like a caged animal. Trapped. What do I do?! Is this normal human behaviour?!, her mind scrambled.
"Yeah! No harm meant. At all. Unless you mean harm," he cautioned, eyes on the hand which had shifted towards a weapon, adrenaline starting to kick in at the slight threat. He knew that it was stupid to feel threatened, as it was only a response, but he couldn't help what had been ingrained into him.
