The last time he'd knocked at a door, he'd come for the first born son. This time, it was with a slightly better purpose, at least.

Ethereal wings fanned, and booted feet kicked up dust as the spectral figure knocked and murmured a few words, close to the door. Bells broke in his voice, and surely, the words carried.

"I just thought I'd stop by and see the place for myself. I don't need a potion, and I don't need anything of that nature. However, I could most likely use an ear." An odd speech from the one who holds Death in his Hands, but the words came out, the hole in the armor made itself known and the hateful immortal simply stood, arms crossed, wings folded around him, for what does time mean to those who can not understand it? What is an hour, when worlds live, children are born and races die, all in a second.

"Yeah, in the flesh. Sorry I ain't been 'round so much, got busy, you know? Work an' all that." He followed behind the door and came to a lean on a wall at random. Years ago, he'd needed to see the door and the windows, but that was another time, another life.

A short nod was given to the drink. "You know I ain't drinkin' nothin' that ain't hard, that's for sure."

Laughter not being his strong suit, he simply stared at the joke for a long, long moment and shook his head. "Nah, I ain't wantin' no ear that ain't attached to a head. I'm needin' someone to listen to an ol' man who ain't got a clue what to do."

Ammy listened to Marshall as she walked to the counter and took out a bottle of Wolf's Bite rye whiskey and a bottle of Nagrah, the Lupinossai whiskey. He could chose which or mix, though when she uncorked the Nagrah, faint bluish wisps came from the bottle and a slight azure glow emanated from the bottles mouth.

So he would like an ear to listen to him? I can do that.

She sat a heavy mug on the counter as well as she grabbed a bottle of mango juice for herself. His response about chaotic magic had her puzzled for a moment until she remember a recent attempt on her life.

"I'll let you know if services are needed Marshall. Thank you for the offer. I can't say I know or remember much about the chaos going on. Others do, but they all seem to be sheltering me." Ammy said softly and propped a hip up on the counter.

"Have a pick at rye whiskey or Lupinossai whiskey. Mix if you are game enough. Now what is it you have no clue about?" she wouldn't dare say old man. She respected Marshall too much for that.

Ammy listened to Marshall quietly and sipped her juice. He wasn't the first one to come see the Alchemist for advice in the areas of love and relations. His case sounded rather perplexing and complex. She had a feeling he was fishing for advice. Ammy grimaced as he asked how they, 'they' being mortals could love.

She played with the bottle of juice in her hands, one furred, the other marble stone animated by a powerful spell. "Well Marshall, even mortals have issues trying to sort out love's many tangled paths and train wrecks. I've been around for 433 years and only in the last five or so years have tried to love others in a relationship. Most that come to know me in any capacity often vanish into death or leave of their own accord when the get common sense. Some though, weather the fire of the phoenix and stay."

Ammy took another sip of juice before she spoke. "You say Fae wants space from you? She has a child and the child is with her ex? May I ask, is the child of the ex or you? Why would she want space? Has she recently broken up with her ex?"

If he wanted advice he'd have to weather the fire of a different kind of a phoenix. A cunning, wise phoenix.

Ammy tilted her head in long thought. "So is the pissing her off bit what is causing her to break off the relation with you and wanting space? Or is there more to why she doesn't want to be around you Marshall?"

Ammy picked up a cinnamon rod, a long thin transparent rod of red sugary warm delight. Sticking in her muzzle she sucked on it for a bit, with most of it sticking out giving her the appearance of smoking a light saber.

"These kind of problems can be really tricky Marshall. I hope you weren't coming here for a love potion as well to fix this." a head tilt at him and a long, level stare of curiosity was placed on Marshall.

"Marshall take a few deep breaths." She said softly.

Ammy took the cinnamon rod out of her muzzle and then left her sitting position on the counter. She moved to the small lobby of the store and began pacing, feet swishing over hard wood flooring and a variety of rugs.

"I think this is a case of you asking her what she wants and telling her your situation coming up. Ask her just how much space. Ask her if she would like to go on a date. Tell her your fears Marshall." She looked at him with a kind face.

"Mortals like communication and not getting much of it tends to drive them nuts. Take heart though that miscommunications is part of being mortal. Perfection is out the window and you say hello to more errors. Just don't let the errors sit there between you and others. Ask questions about what went wrong." Ammy walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I am sure there are many carnivals about this time of year and if you really want to take her out for a date tell her the honest truth. You may die and not see her again so you want one more cherished memory with her before you go." A small simile of hope was given to him.

Ammy let her hand drop and she went back to pacing slowly.

"So you care and don't want to be here to watch your love with Fae fall apart then? She knows you care because you told her?" Ammy said aloud not really asking him the questions for answer but confirming what she'd heard.

"Marshall, is Fae scared by anything? I mean, it may sound silly to you but she might be scared by the caring if there is something else going on inside her. Perhaps a fear of committing to something she may not understand? Is Fae mortal Marshall?" Ammy asked.

There was something she wasn't saying aloud to Marshall that Fae may be afraid of. Committing to someone becoming mortal is she was immortal. But was that a possibility she wondered?

"Ah, well now if she isn't wanting a solid commitment between the two of you that qualifies as a null promise Marshall. Promises tend to only work if both sides believe in it. I think your doing the right thing by keeping yourself moving. You'll never master the horse of life if you keep laying on the ground every time it bucks you off."

Ammy turned in her pacing and let her golden eyes settle on him. She tapped her chin just a little.

"People learn by things they aren't used to. You'll get the hang of things as time moves on or be very amused by them. Though I am curious about something Marshall. How did I become the one chosen for lending an ear? I'm not complaining mind you, but curiosity has gotten the better of this old Lupinossai." she leaned against the wall and grinned at him, ears twitching.