((Edited and posted with the kind permission of all players involved.))
It had taken a while, but Shauna was finally healed up after her encounter with magic eating monsters, and prepared to go out and explore RhyDin properly. And as such, she was currently exploring RhyDin from the comfort of an armchair, with a large map book spread out across her knees and an equally big mug of cocoa in her hand.
Brishen walked along the streets of Rhy'Din, tugging Niamh in his wake. "Hurry up, woman. Ye're movin' slow again." He teased, glancing over his shoulder at her as the pair turned the corner that put them on the street to the tea shop.
"Ach, m'movin' as fast as I can," came the grumbling reply as Niamh hurried to keep up with Brishen. "Yer strides are tae long, that's th'problem." She grinned impishly up at him.
"Yer legs are tae short." He countered. "It's what ye get for bein' so tiny."
She gave him a pouty look. "Ye wouldnae be complainin' m'legs were tae short if'n ye didnae take steps the size o'a town," she complained sweetly. "Isnae my fault ye cannae walk normal like ev'ryone else."
"I do walk normal. Ye donnae stretch enough tae take bigger steps, so ye take them little baby ones instead." Grinning, Brishen turned and stopped in front of the tea shop, reaching out to tug the door open with a merry chime of the shop's bells.
"Listen, mister, if'n I was tae stretch more'n I do already, this bairn'd be out and chasing after me on th'end o'it's bit o'rope," was her rather crude reply as she skipped ahead of him and into the tea shop.
From her seat, Shauna tilted her head curiously. She knew one of those voices, very well in point of fact. Had Niamh said bairn?
He laughed and slipped through the door after her, glancing around. "Fine, fine. Quit yer complainin' an' go take a seat. What d'ye want tae drink?"
"Liquid's a good bet," Niamh grinned back at him, before relenting and having a quick look at the menu suspended above the counter. "Ach ... jus' tea'll be fine fer me, love. Where'd ye want me tae sit?"
"I didn' swindle nothin', don' give me tha' when yer the one who's go' the fault'y wares!" A familiar holler would float in behind the pair as the shoppe's door chimed open and slipped closed; but it was brief.
"Somewhere with seats." He shrugged and turned toward the counter, but paused to glance over at the door. "Lilli?"
Grinning, Niamh turned to see Lilli entering in. "Well, if it isnae this year's May Queen," she announced, dropping into a curtsey that would have looked a whole lot better had she been wearing a skirt instead of her jeans.
Hearing a third voice enter the mix, Shauna's curiosity couldn't take it anymore, and she twisted around the side of the arm chair in which she sat, peering across to the three figures by the counter. There was no mistaking the tiny dark-haired bundle of nonsense that was her sister, but who were the other two? Friends, by the looks of things.
Oh it was Lilliana all right, but she was just outside; one set of fingers were half wrapped around the door while the others cradled a small bulk of some half wrapped package. Probably the same package she was hollering about. Turning back towards the door with a shake of her head, the gypsy swung the door back open with a slight twist of her lips. Catching sight of her family, however, turned that frown upside down. "I'm no' nothin' ye'! An' I blame ya' all!"
Scurrying forward to hold the door open for her sister witch, Niamh chuckled impishly. "Dinnae get yer garters inna twist, yer brother's done an' got yer revenge fer ya."
"May Queen's been in the shop already." Then he rocked on his heels, eyeing his sister. "What d'ye blame us for?" His head shook soon after the question was voiced. "Ach, ne'er mind. Gods know ye'll nae make sense if ye try an' explain it." So, he turned to order his and Niamh's drinks, pausing to glance back over at the pair. "What'll ye have tae drink, Lilli?"
"I didn'... Wai', wha'?" Confusion blossomed to life between the clash of two voice-sets hitting her ears; they were still ringing from the disagreement she was having with a vendor outside. "Black t'ea's good..." She added finally, recovering her grin right-quick.
He nodded and turned forward, ordering their drinks from the bemused woman behind the counter.
"What've ye been doin' tae get him out there sae worked up?" Niamh nodded towards the vendor outside as she made to draw Lilli further inside.
Not long later, Brishen turned and precariously carried a trio of cups toward the women. "Grab yer teas already 'fore I drop 'em all."
Laughing, Niamh reached out to rescue her cup with an affectionate kiss to Brish's cheek. "Thank ye, love."
Now completely turned about on her seat, Shauna was kneeling up on the cushion, leaning over the top of the chair with a wide grin. Any moment now, someone was going to notice the obscene amount of interest she was taking in the trio.
"Ra' bast'ard t'ried t'swindle me fer a damn queen's ransom fer this mask I go'..." Motioning with the arm that carried her boxy burden, Lilliana slipped completely inside, but not without one last scathing look over her shoulder. Her hand free meant she could take up the tea her brother was barking about. She took a grateful sip.
In the moment he turned to grin at Niamh, he caught a glimpse of someone who was paying them all a bit too much attention. "Who's that?" He whispered in question, nodding toward Shauna.
It had taken a while, but Shauna was finally healed up after her encounter with magic eating monsters, and prepared to go out and explore RhyDin properly. And as such, she was currently exploring RhyDin from the comfort of an armchair, with a large map book spread out across her knees and an equally big mug of cocoa in her hand.
Brishen walked along the streets of Rhy'Din, tugging Niamh in his wake. "Hurry up, woman. Ye're movin' slow again." He teased, glancing over his shoulder at her as the pair turned the corner that put them on the street to the tea shop.
"Ach, m'movin' as fast as I can," came the grumbling reply as Niamh hurried to keep up with Brishen. "Yer strides are tae long, that's th'problem." She grinned impishly up at him.
"Yer legs are tae short." He countered. "It's what ye get for bein' so tiny."
She gave him a pouty look. "Ye wouldnae be complainin' m'legs were tae short if'n ye didnae take steps the size o'a town," she complained sweetly. "Isnae my fault ye cannae walk normal like ev'ryone else."
"I do walk normal. Ye donnae stretch enough tae take bigger steps, so ye take them little baby ones instead." Grinning, Brishen turned and stopped in front of the tea shop, reaching out to tug the door open with a merry chime of the shop's bells.
"Listen, mister, if'n I was tae stretch more'n I do already, this bairn'd be out and chasing after me on th'end o'it's bit o'rope," was her rather crude reply as she skipped ahead of him and into the tea shop.
From her seat, Shauna tilted her head curiously. She knew one of those voices, very well in point of fact. Had Niamh said bairn?
He laughed and slipped through the door after her, glancing around. "Fine, fine. Quit yer complainin' an' go take a seat. What d'ye want tae drink?"
"Liquid's a good bet," Niamh grinned back at him, before relenting and having a quick look at the menu suspended above the counter. "Ach ... jus' tea'll be fine fer me, love. Where'd ye want me tae sit?"
"I didn' swindle nothin', don' give me tha' when yer the one who's go' the fault'y wares!" A familiar holler would float in behind the pair as the shoppe's door chimed open and slipped closed; but it was brief.
"Somewhere with seats." He shrugged and turned toward the counter, but paused to glance over at the door. "Lilli?"
Grinning, Niamh turned to see Lilli entering in. "Well, if it isnae this year's May Queen," she announced, dropping into a curtsey that would have looked a whole lot better had she been wearing a skirt instead of her jeans.
Hearing a third voice enter the mix, Shauna's curiosity couldn't take it anymore, and she twisted around the side of the arm chair in which she sat, peering across to the three figures by the counter. There was no mistaking the tiny dark-haired bundle of nonsense that was her sister, but who were the other two? Friends, by the looks of things.
Oh it was Lilliana all right, but she was just outside; one set of fingers were half wrapped around the door while the others cradled a small bulk of some half wrapped package. Probably the same package she was hollering about. Turning back towards the door with a shake of her head, the gypsy swung the door back open with a slight twist of her lips. Catching sight of her family, however, turned that frown upside down. "I'm no' nothin' ye'! An' I blame ya' all!"
Scurrying forward to hold the door open for her sister witch, Niamh chuckled impishly. "Dinnae get yer garters inna twist, yer brother's done an' got yer revenge fer ya."
"May Queen's been in the shop already." Then he rocked on his heels, eyeing his sister. "What d'ye blame us for?" His head shook soon after the question was voiced. "Ach, ne'er mind. Gods know ye'll nae make sense if ye try an' explain it." So, he turned to order his and Niamh's drinks, pausing to glance back over at the pair. "What'll ye have tae drink, Lilli?"
"I didn'... Wai', wha'?" Confusion blossomed to life between the clash of two voice-sets hitting her ears; they were still ringing from the disagreement she was having with a vendor outside. "Black t'ea's good..." She added finally, recovering her grin right-quick.
He nodded and turned forward, ordering their drinks from the bemused woman behind the counter.
"What've ye been doin' tae get him out there sae worked up?" Niamh nodded towards the vendor outside as she made to draw Lilli further inside.
Not long later, Brishen turned and precariously carried a trio of cups toward the women. "Grab yer teas already 'fore I drop 'em all."
Laughing, Niamh reached out to rescue her cup with an affectionate kiss to Brish's cheek. "Thank ye, love."
Now completely turned about on her seat, Shauna was kneeling up on the cushion, leaning over the top of the chair with a wide grin. Any moment now, someone was going to notice the obscene amount of interest she was taking in the trio.
"Ra' bast'ard t'ried t'swindle me fer a damn queen's ransom fer this mask I go'..." Motioning with the arm that carried her boxy burden, Lilliana slipped completely inside, but not without one last scathing look over her shoulder. Her hand free meant she could take up the tea her brother was barking about. She took a grateful sip.
In the moment he turned to grin at Niamh, he caught a glimpse of someone who was paying them all a bit too much attention. "Who's that?" He whispered in question, nodding toward Shauna.