[IC] The Family Business

[Vulpes]

Villain

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”Good think you know a drying spell Robin.”
Robin wondered if ze should remember that ze had said “may” instead of “know”. Ze decided against. It was their fault if they hadn’t listened properly. And even if Robin failed with the spell at the first try ze could always try again as long as the attack wasn’t too sudden and people weren’t too busy to guard them for ten seconds. Drying things wasn’t too time consuming in comparison with earth magic, which was slow as the movement of tectonic plates. Well, that was exaggeration, but the point remained.

Robin raised his hand after Soren. He was right, there was no doubt about it. There was nothing worth of adding to his statement. If somebody disagreed he, she or ze (Robin always added that pronoun into the list) was quite likely a moron.

[khavali]

--villain

He sang, though it was more like warbling, an old hymn that he only knew half the words to. As he did so he watched as she set the chalice down and he took a moment’s break from his rotations to see what would happen.

Shasi was not a fan of the new ‘mood lighting’. It seemed almost thick and he had an urge to hold his breath, as if it would steal it away. It quickly went into the chalice, however, and that urge subsided. The light from the outside illuminated the tent somewhat, but he still had to squint to see what was going on.

He can barely see the chalice, but he can certainly hear the loud honking. It startles him into falling onto his backside, and he stares at the goose in front of him, the chalice itself nowhere to be seen. That was not, he was fairly certain, the intended outcome of this. It waddles away and the girl goes back to sit, but he stays where he is.

“Oi,” he says, more out of surprise than anything, and then, “perhaps it can still be useful? Geese are awfully violent.” He knew from experience. Gods, he hated geese. This one, though, seemed fairly docile. For now.

He stands and brushes himself off, then fetches his staff. If he isn’t holding it he feels almost restless, like his fingers need something to grip. He stands near the chest he originally got the candles from and waits for either a dismissal or… well, whatever else he was likely to get.