RP:A Dark Dance

From HollowWiki

Part of the How to Train your Wizard Arc



  • Satoshi, Kit Vampire, Frost Singer.




Svilfon is sitting in his one-armed armchair, sipping occasionally from a bottle of blood-wine. After letting out a satisfied sigh, and returning popping its cork back in, Svil places the bottle on the ground beside him and speaks, the words not a question. "The other is done, snow queen." He lifts his gaze then a flashes a gap-toothed smile. "Frostmaw is.. safe."


Satoshi's slumped shoulders straighten out a bit in an unspoken gesture of pride at the wizard's words. She nods faintly, and while she looks drained and her left arm is a bloody mess, the kit also seems more content and at ease than she has in a long while. "It is." Ears twitch then before she returnes the swift grin. "Did you hear it awaken? I think most of the range heard it. Kirien makes a noisy baby."


Svilfon snickers quietly, "Damn thing would have woken the dead... oh..." He shakes his head while chuckling. "Kirien makes noisy babies, alright." The wizard leans down to pick up his bottle, before pulling out the cork. He offers it to the snow queen, "You're bleeding." He spends a moment looking at her, then; the kit-vampire looked exhausted, but it was exhaustion of the body rather than the mind. Her stress was relieved, at least in part, and this made the wizard smile again. "And where is your new friend?" Trebel, he means. "Lucky little guy, he's probably seen more in his few days of life than most have on their death beds." The wizard grins at that, he did like the angha.


Satoshi doesn't need to answer the question, as Trebel's head pops out of her hood seconds later. He's already learned his name, it'd seem, and upon spying the fellow-that-gives-good-scratches-and-makes-neat-sounds the angha begins ringing in ecstatic greeting. Satoshi lets him chatter away, taking a sort of comfort in the musical voice, and accepts the wine in her bloodstained hand. "Aye, that behemoth needed a good amount of my blood to function. Messy business, but it's done now." With that she takes a long, much needed swig of the wine, sighing as the hints of blood begin a gentle revival of her energy, and returning it to the wizard with an appreciative smile. "So where's -your- friend? Made off with part of your chair but didn't come back for seconds?" She's honestly betting Svilfon ate the poor thing.


Svilfon instantly begins to make noises at Trebel as he pokes his head out; once again forsaking dignity for the sake of being excited. "Oooshie-wooshie-wooo!" He reaches out his free hand to scratch the little guy's head as Satoshi takes her drink, before he recorks the bottle and returns it to his side. He flashes her a brief smile in return, before nodding his head. "It is of stone, lady icicle. Even with Kirien it would have been... draining on you. And the one of ice was hard enough." He eyes her then, just briefly, maybe a touch of worry in the look, before with a shrug he once again offers his crooked, fanged smile. "But holy crap, Satoshi queen, it's going to be a whole lot more draining on the poor bastards who try to attack your city!" He tips his hat, clearly wanting to see such a thing for himself, before replying to her last question with a shrug. "Percy called it a gay little llama and it chased the parrot away." A small frown is flashed, "In all honesty, I don't know who I should be more worried about!"


Satoshi settles into the seat across from Svilon, relinquishing Trebel when the angha decides to turn the man's petting hand into a perch. When she smiles at the wizard's proclaimation most of weary lines on her face melt away. "Aha~, that's the point, really. And for them to be a deterrant. I won't start a war, but I will damn well fight and finish it. But really.. I'd much rather see the match between that confused goat thing and that bag of insulting feathers. Puh. Greasy snowcone indeed. The -nerve-." She might still be slightly ruffled over that one.


Svilfon slides the half drunk bottle across the floor to Satoshi with his leg when the angha jumps ship to perch on his arm. He flashes her a quick grin in silent offering, before focusing his attention on Trebel. He pats its head and takes some time to really examine the awkward little guy, before grinning all the brighter. He leans in to whisper words to it, earning himself a chiming response, before returning his attention to the queen across from him. "Aye, deterrant..." There is a gleam in his eye at that, "being squished into paste would be deterrant to anyone." He winks, before speaking in snickering tones, "Ahh, yes! A fine battle that would be... Probably be a bigger deterrant knowing those two were flying around these mountains somewhere... ohgod..." his face grows pale... "I hope -hope-," he shudders, "they're not becoming.. acquainted .. Sven's balls, imagine the baby they'd have!" The wizard shakes his head, "And you're only a little greasy." He couldn't help it. He has Trebel protecting him now!


Satoshi looks positively horrified at such a mental image, very nearly dropping the wine bottle from numb fingers. "That... that.... -that's- what we should have made the golems look like." Sure, they'd probably scare away even the unshakable citizens of Frostmaw, but who'd attack the city with such a thing guarding it? The appalled state doesn't last long, however, after she catches the cheapshot thrown her way by a wizard using a baby angha as a shield. Eyes narrow, lips curl back in a snarl, and the fox hunkers down in her chair, looking ready to pounce across the distance between their chairs--although it's all an act, what with her being silently amused by the teasing. "Do you really want your next lesson -that- badly? I'd be happy to oblige."


Svilfon bursts out laughing at Satoshi's comment, the sound rich with genuine good humor. "Oh gods... The world would end, snow queen... the world would end." His laughter dies down to a quiet little snicker, laced a little with terror at the thought. It -is- terrifying. As Satoshi adopts her feral stare; fangs exposed in a vicious snarl, Svil lifts Trebel between his two hands and extends it towards Satoshi, obscuring his face behind it. "You won't hurt the wizard." His chiming talk is not really very convincing, "He gives the best pats ever!" With another quiet snicker, the wizard turns the angha around and nods to it in agreement. "She wants to show me how to jump off a cliff, I think." He grins at it again, before returning it to his lap, one arm around it, one patting his head. He winks at Satoshi then, and offers her his most crooked, gap-toothed and fanged smile.


Satoshi's predatory facade crumbles under the Trebel mimicry and with a feigned grumble she slumps back in her chair--dammit all that she can't cross her arms to emphasize the pout! "Fine. He can live. He is rather more entertaining when not permanently dead," she confides in the Angha through loud whispers, winking. Looking up at Svilfon then, she flashes her fangs and winks. "And no, I shall reserve the cliff-jumping until a later lesson. The foundation must be laid first~."


Svilfon laughs at the chiming enjoyment Trebel seems to take from all the attention he gets, and the easy comradarie between the pair. The wizard shifts in his seat a little, remembering how much her last lesson hurt, before he shrugs and grins, "I jumped from the clouds, I can survive the cliffs." He returns her wink with one of his own, "and I am always ready for them, lady icicle." The wizard lifts his hands to half cover Trebel's ears, "The lichdrow will not wait forever." With a little pat to the angha's head, Svil goes back to grinning at the snow queen.


Satoshi shakes her head in a slow response. "No, he will not. But I've been stewing over ideas. I've seen him fight numerous times after all, and I think I know how to help you further prepare in your quest to avenge the captain." She still doesn't quite understand Svilfon's exact motivations behind it, but she's willing to respect him for his tenactiy and aid her covenmate any way she can. Plus, she'd take a certain quiet pleasure in seeing the Eldermage bested for once in his lengthy life. Absently she reaches across the gap to give an affectionate tug to one of the little nubs gracing Trebel's forehead. "If you're up for it, we can try one such method now. This one won't require any of my own magic, I don't think."


Svilfon nods his head quietly to the snow queen as she speaks her sobering words. "He is... formidable," he ends lamely. Hardly an adequate description of the Eldermage. "Anything you can think of will be appreciated. This is not, though I don't think many believe me, an elaborate way to commit suicide, after all." As the wizard lapses into distracted thought, Trebel gives a chiming noise, upset his hat-patting has stopped. Absently Svilfon takes it between his hands and offers him back to the snow queen. "Are you up for it, lady icicle? Though you seem brighter than you did," he flashes a brief smile at that. "I do not want to exhaust you further."


Satoshi accepts Trebel back, and replies to Svilfon while the hatchling scampers clumsily to her shoulder, "This is unlikely to tax me. If it threatens to, I have other methods we can adopt to continue the lesson." Pausing, she fishes a stone from her pocket, a sphere of jet polished to a glossy shine, and tosses it lightly into the air before catching it deftly. "This is our key. And our lock waits for us at home. Shall we~?" Without waiting for a reply, the kit rises to her feet and heads toward the door while still bouncing the black ball in her palm--to Trebel's immense fascination.


Svilfon follows Satie back to their home, itching the entire time to ask her to elaborate. Knowing the cat-like tendencies she still retains, he has no doubt she would enjoy leaving him dangling.




Ensorcelled Dojo


Have you exited the manor by mistake? It's easy to believe so upon entering this room, as the walls are a near perfect replica of the twilight cave outside and sprawl for an alarming distance in all directions. How the high ceiling doesn't collapse upon the stretched room is obvious at once, however. Smooth pillars of agate, jasper, azurite, opal and other rare gems stand firm at measured intervals, carefully arranged to provide their much needed function without intruding upon the purpose of this enormous room. For you've stepped into a dojo, one well-stocked and apparently well-used if the deep gouges and scratches present everywhere are any evidence. The long walls are heavily hung with racks of weapons ranging from simple swords to exotic lances, tower shields to tomes filled with spells, and just about everything in between, providing a wide number of choices to any using this place for solo-training or casual spars. The most spectacular feature to this room, however, is one not immediately recognizable. It takes the depositing of a gemstone into a slender, notched marble pedestal at the door to set the ancient enchantments into motion. Once this is accomplished, the simple room will transform from floor to ceiling, and although the measurements remain the same, little else does as the magic within the pillars weave a spectacular illusion. A boulder-riddled lava pit, storm-torn grassland, mire of toxic sludge, sandy floor beneath the sea, black void of anti-magic, any of these and more are a possible environment you'll find yourself in once the room has been awakened, and all for the sole purpose to providing a variety of training grounds without the need for travel. What sort of unique battlefield will spring to life with the depositing of the next stone? And will you be able to triumph over the variety of conditions instilled?




Satoshi, after a brief trek and a slightly longer delay spent trying to get Trebel to cough up the stone, finally leads Svilfon to the threshold of the peculiar dojo located in her home. The angha has been left in the care of one of the foxish servants running about, likely to be overfed on salmon, allowing Satoshi the freedom to enter the training zone without worrying over a newborn mischief-maker getting underfoot. She approaches the pedestal and pauses there, balancing the jet on outstretched fingers while she looks sidelong at the wizard. "You've seen him fight, yes? Or at least a drow fight? That nasty orb of darkness trick they do tends to cause quite a few problems. I can't perfectly replicate that ability, but I've found something that is close enough for what we need. So tell me, lord of fine hats, how well can you detect the magic in say....this?" At that word, Satoshi's Xalious staff manifests before her, balancing unnaturally upon its end and simply standing there.


Svilfon had spent a lingering moment saying goodbye to the angha, quietly quite pleased it managed to snap up the pebble. As ice magus and wizard enter the training room, a low whistle of appreciation comes from the man. He wandered through here already, and always it has the same effect. He adopts a relaxed pose as Satoshi speaks, quietly nodding along to the words spoken. "I have seen him fight before he had his own dance with death, yes. Their orbs of darkness are... potent." He shrugs, "The neutral magic of Xalious wood can be... difficult to sense." The wizard absently clicks his fingers, causing his wand to materialize into his out-stretched grasp. "But when it is laced with either light or dark, or a potent source of elemental magic, I can sense its rough direction." He nods, "Most the time." He takes quiet pleasure in her title of him. He did have the best hat, after all.


Satoshi's staff disappears with Svilfon's answer, the kit seemingly satisfied. "We can work with that, then. And your... strange... collection of spells, do you have any with some sort of tracking ability?" She's fairly sure the wizard is following her train of thought by then, so without warning she overturns her hand to drop the stone into the waiting pedestal. A faint pulse of magic ripples through the room, followed swiftly by an inky blanket of darkness pulled over its entirety. The darkness isn't absolute like the drowish ability, as the kit's white form is still faintly visible through the black, but as she said she's confident this will serve in testing and training. "I've setup three items in this room," her voice sounds from the shadows, "taken from the three ancient libraries of Frostmaw. One is infused with the taint of evil, another is blessed, and the third is merely a neutral magical piece. Can you find them? Can you tell them apart? Act quick, wizard. You won't have much time to search before I show you what else this room can do~." Sure, shadowy threats and a short time limit aren't the best conditions for training, but she highly doubts Tiphareth will give Svilfon the honor of sorting himself out before the drow strikes with deadly force.


Svilfon laughs at her words, "Have you so soon forgotten how I arrived here, lady? I found you, didn't I?" He flashes a grin in memory of the mid-air teleport that is lost in the coming darkness. Though not absolute, it is enough to all-but blind the wizard. He quickly seperates himself needing to see; eyes shut in an almost redundant gesture and he begins to speak through a series of twisting words that seem to dance in the midnight air. Her ignores her threat completely, though he knows threats from the Ice Magus are always dangerous. But such will not help him sort through the sensations his spell begins to draw towards him. The first is the evil tome; its malevolence sensed as a putrid source of darkness eminating from the back of the room. Svilfon speaks into the unnatural light, "The back of the room, lady icicle... I can feel its... evil" Before the echo of his voice has faded, he focuses on the sense of warmth coming from the left of the large room. It almost whispers to his sense of honour, much to Colton's silent dislike. "Left, filled with holy arrogance," is all he says, already shifting his attention to the last item he seeks. Though the third is hard, he cannot feel it yet... there is almost a void of neutrality coming from the center of the room; it doesn't feel like the book, no matter how much he focuses on it. With a shake of his head he speaks again, "Do.. you hold the third?"


Satoshi's answer comes as an icy whisper in his left ear, the kit using his time of concentration elsewhere to sidle up alongside him. "I do~." With a laugh she dances backwards, the frozen book retrieved from her sleeve and held on high a moment to show she's telling the truth, before it's stowed away again. "Good good~. I figured you'd be able to sense those. But I don't imagine our dear Eldermage is going to sit quietly while you pinpoint his location, do you? How about a few moving targets this time? Same deal, only if you're not quick, they may just find you first." Once more Satoshi goes to the pedestal and inserts three stone chips, producing another wave of magic as the room's spells activate. Somewhere within the dark confines of the room now lurk a trio of magical bodies appearing as a hellhound, a peryton, and a frost lion, and the first of them is already stalking its way toward the wizard's scent with drool hanging from jaws eager to sink into the flesh of his leg. The winged stag isn't far behind, once it catches the scent of intruders within its territory and lowers its antlers in a charge. The lion is the last to hone in on the wizard, not for lack of skill, but rather because it's taken the long prowl that'll bring it up and around Svilfon where it can strike from behind. Each creature is merely an illusion infused with magic for the sake of detection, none making a sound but all capable of causing pain if the man's mind can be tricked into believing their existence.


Svilfon shudders as Satoshi whispers in his ear; a prudent lesson in and of itself. He was too focused on the task at hand, ignoring what was around his person in favor of focusing on his sensing magic. It was not a mistake he would make again. With silent thanks offered to the queen, he drops into a crouch and begins to stalk to the left. He wastes no time in replying, and no time in thinking about what he is doing. He merely reacts on instinct, trying to find that delicate place between his physical senses and the emanations of magic coming from the creatures she summoned. Knowing the snow queen as he does, he firmly believes them to be real. She had a reputation, after all; it was well earned. So he begins to move like he was hunting, shifting his perspective from hunted to hunter almost without meaning to. The three animals, though unknown to the wizard, are sensed. The oncoming hellhound, charging without restraint. The defensive stag, hurling itself forward. And the clever lion, stalking behind him. All three are seperated within his mind, and with a sly grin of his own the wizard drops low, before rolling to the side. The hellhound's jaws miss him by inches as it hurls past him, and with a fluid motion he stands and begins to spin; the stag's antlers missing him, but its charging shoulder sending him toppling to the side. With a grunt of pain that surges from his stomach - the wizard believing the illusion enough for the contact to be real - he falls. And then upon him is the lion, ravening and roaring jaw ready to rend his flesh. Without conscious thought the wizard enacts his teleportation spell, breaking the darkness with a flare of fire as he's torn from beneath the lion on the winds of his magic, and deposited, still on his back, just before the pedastal. "Ow." Is all he manages to say.


Satoshi blinks down at the wizard that's manifested at her feet. "Y'know, that trick of yours is incredibly useful. Is that how you found me? And can you use it with enough accuracy to locate the Eldermage in a pinch?" It's not uncommon knowledge between the two of them that the drow has a tendency to remove himself to the airs above the battlefield, and for a fledgeling like Svilfon or even an older vampire like Satoshi, that's no easy place to reach through physical means. "Also... you may want to get up." A jerk of her chin indicates the hazy white form of the lion as it approaches from one direction, with the black streak of the hellhound racing from the other.


Svilfon flashes a grin at Satoshi as he nods his head, "It is in part how I found you, lady icicle..." Seems the wizard won't share all his secrets, "And yes, I could... I think..." He's pondering this as she talks, though the coming two animals are not a surprise. He never let his sense of where they are fade. He was learning.. slowly. So instead of leaping up and evading, he adopts a different tactic: He lifts himself to a sitting position and reaches out his hand to grab hold of Satoshi's coat. Having a sense of what they are, and noting her awfully casual nature if they were all real, he pulls her towards him until she's basically standing on top of his legs. "They'll have to go through you, first!" There is a certain smugness in his voice, though it is somewhat self-mocking. He just figures a lesson can be learned both ways; certain kit-vampires should not take so much joy from his undignified position on the floor!


Satoshi yelps as she's dragged away from her half-lounge against the pedestal to be set between Svilfon and the approaching animals. They're fake, just illusions, can't hurt you, they're fake, runs repeatedly through her mind while she glances back and forth almost frantically, but their appearances and movements are so lifelike, the threat of attack so convincing, that the kit finds herself unable to believe her internal mantra. Instinct wins out over mind and she drops into a crouch, fangs bared at the lion. As the larger beast slows to prepare for a pounce, Satoshi lunges, tackling it bodily and sending them rolling mane over tails in a tangled mess of claws, teeth, and fur. The hellhound will be left for Svilfon, while Satoshi engages in a veritable catfight with the illusory creature up until reason returns with a screech of Ko'tar's calming melody and she finds herself half-sprawled upside down with one of her own tails clamped between her teeth, her opponent vanishing in a wisp of smoke. "Erp..."


Svilfon was feeling quite good about himself and his nefarious escape from her trap, right up until Satoshi slips so easily into her more feral side. She was... oh crap. As she launches herself tooth and claw at the oncoming lion Svil suddenly finds himself with a hellhound baring down on him. He rolls to his stomach, before pushing himself to his feet. He tried to feint a leap left, before quick stepping right; apparently illusions are do not really think enough to be fooled by the not-so-sly wizard. He is hit by the leaping beast, and sent tumbling back. Throughout it all he retains his sense of the other animals; forcing that part of his mind to keep them there. He knew he'd face hellfire and brimstone when fighting against Tiphareth; he could not lose where the man was, for in darkness against a drow that was death. So he struggles, jaws kept back by a forearm across its throat, hand scrambling on the ground for anything to use as a weapon, before the lion's illusion vanishes. He feels the magic fading and with a grin he relaxes, surrendering himself to the beast above, trusting in his decision. He senses what would be coming death from vicious claws, but all that meets his throat is the cool touch of smoke as it fades. With a groan he sits up to see through the darkness, his eyes having somewhat adjusted, Satoshi with a 'herp-de-derp' look on her face. Thankfully, in her company, the wizard has learned a lot. So instead of pointing it out he merely calls, "Illusions... They are potent.." He puts his hand down to his stomach, which has begun to slightly leak through the rough bandages, "and painful."


Satoshi spits out her tail in an irritated manner before scrambling to right herself and restore some of her lost dignity. "Yes, illusions. This room functions through illusions." She waves dismissively at the gathered darkness upon approaching the pedestal where she scoops up the collection of stones. As soon as the items are freed of their holding, the dark--and the stag that's been pacing irritably nearby-- melts away to return the dojo to its former state. "Comes in handy, no? Kasyr likes to practice here, in a field that's in the middle of a thunderstorm. But he's insane. We won't be going -there-. Still... did that give you some useful ideas on how to confront the Eldermage's usual tricks at all?"


Svilfon gets himself to his feet as the room's darkness dissolves back into light. There is the gleam in his eyes that speaks of him wanting to try Kasyr's methods, but it fades beneath serious thought as he makes his way beside the pedestal. He rubs the back of his neck as he speaks, the hint of a wince on his face, "Err, sorry about that." He motions to the spot he was in when he pulled her into the beasts' way. "Fine form in a lesson you're gving me." He winks, showing he truly is only so sorry. She'd do the same to him, he's sure. "And I did, lady icicle. I did..." He rubs his eyes briefly with the back of his hand, "Concentration through conflict... He is too powerful to let me hurl spells at him.. In darkness, too..." The weight of what he attempts hits his shoulders, then, and for just a moment he slumps. Before with a bright grin he tips his hat to Satoshi. "Though he did teach me for a while, he has only seen me fight once in the Underdark. An advantage, at last?"


Satoshi nods stiffly in response, a grim sort of smile finding its way onto her face. "It -is- an advantage. Reputations can be as damning as they are useful, especially for one that enjoys putting his skills on display in the center of the lands for all to see. With any luck, he may very well still think you're the oddity that moved about the lands half on fire most days. What may be known about you now is not likely to have travelled far out of Frostmaw. Rumors tend to linger up here and rarely stray~." A frigid hand claps the man on his slumped shoulders in a reassuring gesture, but lingers for no more than half a moment before being withdraw--although, his hat does get the customary tug on the way. "His power isn't rivaled by many, but catching him off guard and being prepared for his tricks should even the playing field. You'll do it, wizard."


Svilfon chuckles without embarassment as he's abruptly reminded of his early days in Hollow; wandering the land in smokey clothes. As she briefly touches his shoulder, before giving the customary tugging on his hat, he nods and smiles. The look is a wealth of words; appreciation for their comradarie, his thanks for both giving him a home and the training she offers so readily, and also for her words spoken. "I will do it, lady icicle." He flashes his crooked grin, fangs flashed in an almost feral joy, "If I die before seeing those goblins stomp the hell out of something, I will be most upset."


Satoshi frowns and flicks the end of Svilfon's nose, declaring in mock-injured tones, "They're -golems-! Come now, you're a wizard, you should know this. Or did your brains get scrambled having a pretty girl standing above you in the heat of battle~?" Seriousness? What's that?


Svilfon looks around in feigned ignorance, "Pretty girl? I must have missed her." He'd duck a swing whether it came or not, before replying in chuckling tones with his hands held before him in a surrendering motion, "I kid, I kid. You're the best looking snow queen," He so wanted to say cone, but his life may well hang in the balance, "I ever did see." She was the only one, but that doesn't matter!


Satoshi is clearly becoming predictable, as is made obvious when the wizard ducks her swing, but maybe he's not expecting the sharp kick swung at his shin! Either way, the kit's laughing by the end of Svilfon's statement. Oh, she knows she's likely the only snow queen he's ever seen, but her vanit allows her to overlook that little fact for the sake of basking in praise.


Svilfon hops around on one leg, his other held between his hands. Right where her sneaky, so sneaky, shin-kick landed. "Shhheeehhh" is roughly the noise he makes, before the absurdity of the situation makes him burst out laughing. Death in the form of a lichdrow was coming soon, and this is how they spend their time?! Ahh, he did so love her company. "You're adapting!" He winks, "Gotta stay sharp around you sly foxes."


Satoshi gives an imperious flip of her hair, scoffing. "Of course I'm adapting~. It's my greatest gift, above all the other amazing talents I have~." Satoshi doesn't know the meaning of modesty.


Svilfon bends down to rub his shin, before flashing the snow queen another grin. "Let us hope I can adapt, too. And amazing..? Well..." He looks around at her dojo, in the midst of her magnificent house, and that library... And damnit, he thinks he has to agree. How else could the ice magus keep such control over her realm, as well as spending more time defending it than anyone else... And those -golems-... So he mutters a little, "Yes... I guess..." Seems the wizard has run out of ways to bust her chops, as it were. Damnit!


Satoshi uses Svilfon's current position as a chance to pat him on the head in an affectionate 'what a cute, clever puppy you are~' kind of way. "There are no guesses. Only is and is not, and we certainly know 'is not' does not mix with 'Satoshi' and 'amazing'~."


Svilfon snickers at the snow queen as he straightens, "You could do with a hat, lady queen." He tips his to her, "But aside from that," He doesn't say flaw. He is not that suicidal, "matter, I will agree... Until Percy comes by, anyway." He winks; always good to have that ace up his sleeve.


Satoshi's eyes turn up toward her decidedly hatless head, her lips pulling down into a pout. "I really do, don't I? And I'll use that squawking pile of insults' feathers to decorate it!"


Svilfon bursts into laughter again, "If you manage that, I will concede that you have the best hat in... well... anywhere!" He lifts his hand and lightly flicks her ear, "At least you got those!"


Satoshi can't resist the involuntary wiggling of her ears when one is flicked, something that causes her face to screw up in peevish vexation. It's all she can do to flail her injured arm in protest and voice a childish whine of, "Dooooon't. They're sensitiiiiive~." Clearly, the kit loses all sense of mature dignity when she's bone-tired. Second winds are always such a powerful source of odd, half-giddy energy.


Svilfon snickers at the snow queen's rather undignified response, and adds another arrow of sorts to his quiver. "So are shins!" He'd flash her a wink, before waving his arm towards the door. "A busy day you've had, icicle queen. But I want to say good night to Trebel before you go." Seems the wizard has grown quite fond of the angha. Perhaps it is the fact he held the egg in his hand when they fought in the garden and he almost tried to crush it that inspires his liking. Who knows. Either way, he offers the way for Satie to lead and even manages a, "you give good lessons, Satoshi queen. Silly magelings don't know what they're missing." Probably the borderline insanity required to survive them.


Satoshi stills once more and gathers herself back into something resembling the regal queen of the Warrior City, even going as far as to bow to Svilfon when he gestures toward the door. Readily she accepts the offer and heads out, saying, "A busy day we've all had, really, but you're right. It's time I rescued Trebel from this little critters and retired for a while. I'm sure he'd love to see you before, of course." The angha has already proven within his first day of line to have an almost magnetic attraction toward the odd vampires of their little Coterie, which is proof enough that Trebel is bound to find himself in endless trouble as he grows. A nose for mischief runs in the family after all.


Svilfon replied to the bow with a tip of his hat and a swift grin, before he follows Satie out. He is tempted, so tempted, to ask her which stone commands the room to bring forth the field of thunder, but he refrains from doing so. He has proper battles with death to fight, he doesn't need to give the bastard an invitation. "Your dojo is very fine, lady icicle. I will think on other things to test myself and we'll see if it's capable." He nodded thoughtfully then, before they're out of the dojo and Trebel has been returned. The wizard takes the angha and grins at it, flashing gaps and fangs in equal measure, "whooshi!" He makes a few crooning noises, before giving it a pat on its head. "I wonder, queen of snow and ice, how big he will grow?" He offers Trebel to the queen as he asks his question, giving it one final pat as he does.


Satoshi shrugs as Trebel clambers his way into the hood of her coat. "I'm not certain. I've studied little on anghas, and never seen any breed like his own. -If- he's anything like the other sorts, he might manage wyvern size." She silently hopes so, really. The idea of being able to soar above Frostmaw's stormladen skies again is a pleasant thought, and one not easily obtained unless she wants to lower herself to borrowing a mount from the Outpost.


Svilfon nods his head and grins, "Judging by how awkward he is, he probably will. Usually what happens with the awkward young ones." He leaned over to give it one more head pat from the safety of her hood, "And you know, lady queen... One of these days I might ask you to bring Emiur here, or take me to him. I'd like to see him again before I fight the drow." He grins, "Might be better to go to him. Too bloody cold up here."


Satoshi said to Svilfon, "I think he'd like that." But that's just a guess based on the waves of immense enthusiasm she's receiving from the couatl feather in her hair. "You haven't wandered much outside of Frostmaw of late. A little trip away from the snow to hunt cows with a giant snake might be in order after all~."


Svilfon grins, "My last trip out was... interesting..." He shrugs, unable to resist one more pat to Trebel's head. "I'd be fun to do some light hearted pillaging!" He grins yet again. "We will do it soon, lady queen. I think for now it must be time for you to rest. I might read in the library for a while, then go find something to kill.. eat.. both." He briefly pats her shoulder, hopefully in a spot where it's not too mangled, by way of thanks for her lessons this day.


Satoshi tries to wave Svilfon off but is rudely interrupted by a yawn. "Oi. I believe you're right. Yet again, how terribly unfair." She throws him a wink and a parting flick at the brim of his hat then as she turns to stumble off toward her bed. "Just don't mix up your plans. I hear goats make terrible reading material, and I prefer my books unkilled and not eaten~."


Svilfon bursts into laughter as he wanders into the library, "Sleep well, snow queen! And you, Trebel." He shakes his head as he finds the book he was last reading and sits down. He is tempted to take a little bite, just to see how it tastes... But no! He can wait.


Satoshi reminds herself to paint her books in a healthy coating of lycan saliva when she wakes up. Would serve the wizard right! And those damnable vampiric bookworms.