RP:A Dance in the Trees

Valley of Trees

Daisy goes first! And at first glance, you may see a tiny kitten in ugly stat gear. But then you look again and no! No there is a sweet druid kitten in a cute, green sundress. I mean it. Don't look at her stat gear. What is she doing? What any kitten does in a valley of trees: dancing. She spins and weaves between those trees, leaving a trail of wildflowers in her wake. Who cares if there are flowers everywhere? People without a soul, that's who! Or maybe people with allergies. You shouldn't confuse the two though. That would be mean.

Svilfon quite happily goes second, after such a wonderful post. Yet unlike the tiny kitten who is most defintely not in stat gear, the wizard isn't wandering around the trees. He is instead riding upon his confounded winged goat - it's his Eyrie mount! Yeah, Svil goes to war on a flying goat. Ahem. But yes, he flies around while the confused goat oinks and barks at the air. Svil's trying to teach it some fighting moves, but apparently the goat is as stubborn as the vampire, for within mere moments it turns upside down and sends the wizard falling to the ground! Oh, how it would hurt. Alas, the poor wizard would be sore. But no! For the ever-lovely-Daisy has made some flowers in her wake, and it is in those that the wizard lands in a cloud of dust and petals. With a splutter and a sneeze he squirms upon the ground while yelling up into the air, "I'll get Percy onto you!" Percy is his abusive parrot... the one that called Satoshi a greasy snowball. But don't tell her I told you!

Daisy took a moment behind a privacy screen and has changed into her true, adorable attire should the wizard choose to look at her. Which he will because she is quite quick to be by his side! But first, she notices the man and the goat and would never judge a man by his mount. Oh no. Not this kitten. A little gasp escapes her and she watches him fall. Yes there is a cloud of dust and petals, but the man will not hit the ground! Oh no. Those flowers reach out and cushion his fall, thickening and strengthening so he is gently placed. -Now- is when he will see Daisy, leaning over him with her face inches from his in an upside down fashion. "Are you alright?" ps - Your secret is safe with me.

Svilfon does indeed look at Daisy. How could he not! Her flowers had saved him from meeting the ground in a rather violent fashion. And though Svil is always eager to meet new people, Mr. Ground is in fact an old friend who always catches Svil when he falls... just sometimes it could be a little more gentlier! Wait, is that a word? Yeah, we'll say it is. But yes, oh how does he look upon the upside feline face and for just a moment he is confused, before he flashes a bright grin at the druid; showing the gaps in his teeth. He only has six teeth left! But ahh, he's proud of them all. "I.. am not sure." Regardless of his lack of surety, the wizard still manages to lift a hand and tip his most magnificent of wizard hats at her. "I am Svilfon, wizard. You smell like sunshine." Traditional wizard greeting.

Daisy definitely believes gentlier is a word so long as it isn't minded whem magic is verbed at some point. Which it usually is. Well now! What a nice little compliment from this man, hm kitten? Be polite and introduce yourself. "I like it outside." And she will, with a giggle and a little bounce to his side so she can see him properly. She sits, curling her feet underneath her with her paws pressed in the grass. "I am Daisy. Um. Druidhealerfeline." Her tail flicks once then settles on her thigh.

Svilfon pulls himself up to a sitting position, before he spies Daisy's tail. Well! He has one of those too, though his is a little singed and mostly remains beneath his robes. It was a side-effect when him and Satoshi switched bodies. Nevertheless, not to be outdone! He twists a little before his own grey tail is freed, before he turns it around and lets it settle much like Daisy did. "Well, then, miss Daisy Druidhealerfeline." As fine a name as the wizard has ever heard! "What pray-tell are you doing in the trees?" He spends just a moment looking around, before a crooked smile forms on his face. "Flowers, you saved me. A gift." He extends an empty hand, before with a flourish he produces a small black rose as if from the very air. He offers it to her with a smile.

Daisy's eyes fall on that tail. Singed! Poor tail. She wonders how it happened and if it hurts and could she heal it and *snaps* Kitten! Focus. He asked you a question. "Dancing." She purrs. Obviously he didn't see her before he fell. Or he would know. Her eyes fall to that empty hand then ohmygoodness a flower! She squeals with both hands flying to her mouth. "Oh how pretty!"

Svilfon hands the flower to Daisy with a bright grin. "You.. dance in the trees? But there is no music!" The wizard is in fact quite the dancer himself; or he thinks he is. And ahh, Svil is somewhat combustible when he's playing with new magic... it's why he doesn't have much hair left! He is sure to fix all of his self-inflicted-magical-ailments would take all the healers in Hollow together. "The flower is a thank you. It won't wither or die, and if ever you want, you can plant it anywhere and it will grow." He nods his head a little at that. "It's a special wizard's flower."

Daisy hugs that flower to her chest. "I love it." And she does. A flower that never dies? How perfect! That flower is tucked in her hair there by her ear, pinned in a way that only druids can pin a flower to something so it won't fall off. Something about the magic makes it extra stayable. "Of course I dance." Her ears perk up and she stands. "Music, if you've ever heard it, is in here. Always." She taps her temple and slips her paws into the man's hands to tug him up. "Come. Dance with me." Those large eyes shimmer. Go ahead. Try to say no.

Svilfon is tugged to his feet by miss Daisy Druidhealerfeline. Ah, she was happy with his gift and wanted to dance. To her own music. Well, this wizard has music of his own; ol' Leoxander Achilles didn't call him Sparkles the Songstress for nothing! So with a twisting move he shifts his hands in hers, twists his tail around to wrap around her own, too - hey, they have tails! Gotta dance with them, too. So yes, he takes her and after whispering a quiet series of archaic words that flow through the trees like eldritch spirits, he begins to twist and spin her about with a languid grace - spin her without their tails breaking contact, too - this wizard has skills. He'll need them to teach Kasyr to dance, as he promised Satie he would, but that is for another day. The words of his spell mix well with the sounds of the forests, and soon enough to even the wizard's ears the music of this land whispers to them both; the lifebeat of the forest, the eternal beating of a heart beyond the perception of most, yet here, with them both, it can be heard; mixing with their movements. After a moment or two of this, the two spin under the trees, through the shards of moonlight that are filtered through the leaves until he pauses just briefly with Daisy dipped down low. "I do so love to dance, Daisy Druidhealerfeline."

Daisy spins and turns and twists, oh so delighted to dance with someone new and fun and he is so going to have to teach her how to spin with her tail wrapped with his. She isn't sure how this is happening, but it is happening and it is a lovely thing to happen! And the music! She had her own music all ready to go. The needle was almost placed but then! Then there is this other magical sound of forest and love that fills her and the valley and probably Hobbittown too. Hobbits like to dance so we won't worry about disturbing anyone. She hasn't danced with anyone since Kirien up in Frostmaw -a good read if you have a minute- so this is a treat. Dipped, she looks up at the wizard and grins. "Me too, Svilfon Wizard."

Svilfon can almost hear over the sounds of the forest's music the dancing and laughter coming from Hobbitville. Those little furry-footed-fellas don't really need an excuse to go outside, drink some hobbit-beer and dance until they fall asleep - so this is like Christmas and Easter all mixed into one for them! He grins at his newest dancing partner with a crooked smile. "Eloquent and graceful, Daisy." He lifts her once more before they continue onwards through the trees; disturbing a few owls, disrupting a few... othernightlycreatures - I'm tired! I can't think of any - but yes, disturbing and distracting that which lives here, but not in a bad way. They've just never seen such wonderful dancing coming from a hat-wearing wizard and a feline as pretty as the flower behind her ear. And so they move onwards, further and further into the trees until slowly, so slowly, the wizard's smile begins to fade. He doesn't wish to stop this dance, yet he can feel upon the bounds which bind him to the Coterie a call whispering upon the breeze. A demand for that which must be bound. And so he must pause in a clearing, beside a stream, and speak again to the druidess Daisy. "I fear we must continue this another day, my lady feline, for loyalty calls." The wizard isn't too happy about this, but he must, oh he must! "But as long as you wear that flower, I will always be able to find you." He grins, then. "It's a wizard thing." It isn't quite true - he could find her if she was close, but not far away. Only to the Coterie can he always go. "Will you dance with me again, Daisy, if I call?" He is at least polite! Sometimes he just teleports around to people! It can be awkward.

Daisy doesn't need to say a whole lot. The dance and the music is breathtaking. She takes a step back, slightly out of breath because... well I just said: breathtaking. "I will keep it on me always." She stands up on her toes to press a light kiss to his cheek. "I would love another dance." She takes a step back and dips into a little curtsy. "You are a pleasure."

Svilfon offers the feline a tip of his hat in return to the curtsy. "As are you, Daisy... as are you..." The last word is almost inaudible for already the air around the wizard has begun to waver, before Svilfon's magic tears him from the forest, leaving nothing in his wake but a cloud of smoke and a nice glass of cold milk... felines like milk, I think! And if not, well, this is chocolate milk! Yeah! Everyone likes chocolate milk.