RP:A Twin Hatching
Scent of Night Blossoms
Hildegarde had been in awe of the tiny ice replica of herself, finding herself eyeing it with such awe. The knight feared to touch it, in case it may break! Like most of her kind, she did have a vain streak, although hers was somewhat tame. With the letter opened and read, the Knight was swift to make her way off to the designated cavern near the Colosseum in the hopes that the Queen would still be waiting for her there. She was eager to go off and chat; to see if there was word on the missing companion and to check on the progress of the eggs themselves. She made her way into the wide tunnel, armour clinking and clanking with each step; butt of her halberd tapping against the earth lightly. "M'lady?" she called hesitantly and softly, hoping the woman would still be waiting for her there. The knight herself was in rather good shape, save for the sight of a bandage on a portion of her neck.
Satoshi, bound as she is to the ancient cavern and its various magicks, is made aware of the knight's approach despite being inside the manor at the center of the underground lake. By the time Hildegarde reaches the crossroads between mines, cave, and arena, Satoshi has left her home and exited the cavern, arranging herself to stand there at the head of the nocturnal garden to meet the Silver. Nestled in the kit's arms are a pair of the couatl eggs Hildegarde had helped to rescue. One has already hatched, producing the noble Alahir, a young male now in the care of Svilfon. A second Satoshi has found herself growing fond of, soothed by its patient presence. A third, with a noticeably protective mindset, she has set aside for another to meet. But these two Satoshi carries now... these two shall be meeting Hildegarde today, to determine if either melds well with the dragon. The smaller of the two is jade in color, playful thoughts and impish plots emanating from the shell that houses the psionic serpent. The larger of the two, hunter green and sturdy looking, gives off a very different personality albeit just as distinct. This one is a mind determined and dutiful, one that already has a grasp of Honor and yearns to obtain it. "Mithril~," Satoshi calls in greeting, nodding to the dragon and then to the pair of eggs.
Hildegarde smiled as she caught sight of the Queen who carried the eggs, walking to her with quicker and more determined steps. "M'lady," she said with a bow of the head, "I trust all is well? I received your letter," she added quickly. The knight found her gaze wandering to the two eggs, admiring the colours and difference in size; one looking far more robust than the other. "Is all well with the eggs?"
Iintahquohae didn't know much about flowers off the top of her head aside from preferring certain colors over others and that some smelled really good. She'd drop the scent of the cave-dwelling flowers here into the category of "these ones smell really good". Flower sniffing and aimless wandering aside, the seamstress felt like she was intruding on something when she heard a pair of voices nearby. Spectacled gaze shifts away from the flowers toward Hildegarde and Satoshi. She recognized the knight. Deciding that the appropriate thing to do would be to announce her presence, Inks gave a little wave at the two while stepping back onto the path. "Hi there," she greets.
Satoshi looks down fondly at the eggs before nodding in response to Hildegarde. "All is well with them. The first has recently hatched. He is as vain and proper as his father. I've entrusted his safety, growth, and learning to the wizard Svilfon." She pauses to gauge the dragon's reaction to the name, knowing their earlier confrontation. After a moment, the kit continues, jostlings the eggs slightly as she lifts them higher for emphasis. "These two are near hatching. Which is why I called you here." It's at this point that she notices Iintahquohae and catches the greeting. Politely the kit dips her head in return. "Hullo there~. You don't strike me as the arena-going sort," meaning the colosseum pathway nearby, which is the typical source of traffic here, "What brings you here~?"
Hildegarde was relieved to hear that all was well with the eggs; that they were in no harm or under any threat. At the name of the wizard, she simply nodded. The Silver had faith in Satoshi's decisions, "The wizard is skilled, I am sure the hatchling shall be very safe under his care, m'lady." No need to mention their confrontation or the fact she didn't particularly like the man very much at this point in time. At the statement, however, the Knight frowned with some confusion! "Excuse me, m'lady, I am uncertain as to what you mean," which wasn't entirely true. She had an idea, but she didn't wish to simply assume. At the voice, she turned and offered the seamstress a warm smile and respectful dip of the head, "M'lady Inks," she was obviously happy to see the familiar face, "I am glad to see you are well."
Iintahquohae raises a brow at the eggs Satoshi is carrying. She can't recall ever seeing eggs that color before, but doesn't bother with asking what kind of eggs they are. It really isn't her business. Her attention drifts from the eggs toward where she assumes the general direction of the arena is as a puzzled expression briefly takes over her face. "Arena?" She didn't know that there was one nearby. Her answer is summed up with a slight raise of her shoulders and a half smile. "Thought I'd go for a walk." Once Hildegarde turned, she waved a second time, silently relieved that she didn't mix her voice up with somebody else's. "Hi. Glad to see you're doing well too."
Satoshi momentarily moves the conversation away from the eggs, thus not answering Hildegarde's question and possibly making her stew further on the hinted suggestions. It's Satoshi's own brand of playful teasing, slightly influenced by the Jade egg's thoughts, and partially brought on by the kit's curiosity. "Who is your friend, Mithril?" She means Iintahquohae, naturally. Something about the seamstress feels familiar, in a distant, someone-else-told-me-about-you kind of way. It nags at the back of Satoshi's mind like the start of an itch, and she damn well means to scratch it before it reaches infuriating levels. Curiosity and elusive knowledge are banes for the foxkin.
Hildegarde smiled at the seamstress again, before being quickly distracted by Satoshi's question. "Oh!" she quickly gestured to Inks with her free hand, "This is M'lady Inks, a talented seamstress!" She smiled between the two, "She is a good woman," the Knight was vouching for her in an unspoken sort of way, "She promised to tend to my leg when it was wounded, after all!"
Iintahquohae 's introduction for herself is cut off as Hildegarde introduces her, which she's secretly thankful for. Inks has always been terrible introductions. They always left her feeling awkward. "Nice to meet you…" She trails off a bit with hope that Satoshi will fill in her name, but mention of the knight's leg has her talking again. "Speaking of, how is your leg?" The woman could only assume it was better, since Hildegarde was standing upright. It just seemed like the appropriate thing to ask.
Satoshi murmurs the name 'Inks' a few times, as if tasting the strange name. Why does that sound so familiar...? "Oh! Are you Stitch?" Satoshi blurts, forgetting herself with the sudden realization. The nickname, the occupation as a seamstress, the appearance, they all ring true of the person Kasyr had told her about after Vailkrin's war. "You stitched the sky closed~. Impressive." Satoshi had been wanting to meet the one responsible for such a feat ever since she'd been given the details of the events, and here she is now, just wandering through Frostmaw. Hugging the eggs closer and smiling with childish delight, the kit nods to Iintahquohae before saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you. My husband Kasyr has told me about you~." Suffice to say, the magus is excited to finally meet the seamstress.
Hildegarde softly answered the woman, as Satoshi began murmuring the name in repetition, "My leg is wonderful, m'lady. So wonderful, in fact, that I shall need to take you flying soon, as promised!" At the excited blurting out of a name, the Knight took a small step back, as if to allow the two to chat while she merely... supervised! This was often the action of Knights during meetings between nobles or otherwise; to stand silently in the background and keep watch over it all.
Iintahquohae sort of shifts on her feet a few times for no real reason and takes a deep breath. Those flowers really did smell nice. Once she's addressed as Stitch and Kasyr is mentioned, her eyes light up with surprise. "Yes! That would be me." The seamstress attempted to suppress a sheepish grin at the compliment. She liked keeping her face blank for the most part. "It's a pleasure to meet you too." Her hands flew to the deep pockets of the parka she wore, retrieving the bunched up scarf and slightly crumpled note that accompanied it that Kasyr wanted her to deliver to Satoshi. "That must mean that you're Satoshi, and that these are yours." She steps forward and holds them out for Satoshi to take, while adding, "Sorry about the note. I figured I'd just keep both on me when I'm up here on the off chance I might bump into you." She clearly wasn't much of a messenger. Flying with Hildegarde is on the brain now. Inks' tone sounds a little giddy with the thought. She turns to Hildegarde. "Really? I'd love to do that sometime!"
Satoshi'd recognize that scarf anywhere, by sight, scent, or even taste--as she long ago developed a bad habit of working her fangs into the reinforced fabric. After shifting the eggs to one arm, the kit accepts note and scarf, opening the former while draping the latter over her shoulder. Now it's Satoshi's turn to fall quiet and leave the other two to talking. While Hildegarde and Inks converse, Satoshi reads. Or rather, tries to read. The note has seen better days outside of the seamstress' pocket and the writing has unfortunately smudged itself--likely Kasyr's fault, folding it up too hastily before the ink dried--making it nearly illegible. Still, the kit tries, and she's spent enough years working out the meanings from archaic, crumbling texts to be able to gather the gist of the note. The seamstress is a vassel, huh? But unTurned, judging by her scent. How interesting~.
Hildegarde was happy to allow the two to merely converse, they did seem to have some kind of business to attend to anyway! But she is quickly pulled back into the conversation at the excited words of the seamstress, "Yes, m'lady, we should definitely get around to doing that sometime soon!" Her eyes had drifted, however, to the eggs. She was certain she had seen one... move. Was that her imagination? The Knight narrowed her gaze slightly, before clearing her throat, "M'lady Queen," she intoned softly, "Did you feel that egg move or are my eyes merely tricking me?"
Iintahquohae had a fear of her feet leaving the ground for any extended period of time, but flying still intrigued her enough to want to take the risk and go flying. Besides, Hildegarde didn't have an accident-prone look about her. Inks would be a little bit concerned if a knight did! She grinned at the knight and nodded eagerly. "Definitely." Her eyes follow Hildegarde's toward the eggs, but she kept her mouth shut. She still wasn't sure what to make of the eggs in Satoshi's hands and still didn't think it was appropriate to pry.
Satoshi folds up the letter and tucks it into the front of her coat before looking down at the eggs. "You're ready then, I take it? You've decided?" She's not speaking to Hildegarde or Inks, it'd seem, but the egg. As if it could actually understand her. The fact that the darker colored egg jerks twice after the kit's question, it might actually comprehend her after all. Looking up then, Satoshi's gaze fixates itself on Hildegarde intently, azure piercing and amber smoldering. "Lady Hildegarde, I am not one who trusts lightly nor easily, however, your actions around and away from me have more than proven you are one worth trusting. For that reason, I wished to entrust one of Emiur's eggs to you. However, the choice was not purely my own to make. These little ones are aware of their surroundings, they are as intelligent as you or I, and as such, they have a right to choose who they would be companion to. That is why I called you. These two wanted to meet you. This one likes you a great deal." Satoshi indicates the egg that had moved. Before it had been faint, possibly not detected by the dragon or seamstress, but now the egg's presence of mind is difficult to miss. Natural-born psions, the couatl has little difficulty making its personality known from within the shell, and this one is thick with a love for formalities, duty, and honor. A knight at heart, that had already touched upon Hildegarde's mind earlier, and has since desired to meet the Silver again. If Hildegarde will accept, this couatl badly wishes to hatch for her here and now.
Hildegarde did not find it unusual for the woman to address the egg itself, given that... well, she had been an egg once before! As Satoshi fixed her with an intense stare, however, the Knight felt herself standing a little more upright; shoulders back and chest out as she might normally stand around nobility. "M'lady, I would be honoured to care for the egg. I can only hope that I can provide the right care that is needed," she said rather honestly. Her eyes settled on the egg; silvery scales rippling across her face for a moment before she smiled widely, "I imagine this hatchling as a little knight," she confessed without really thinking about it; relaying the impression of its personality. The Knight pressed her halberd down into the ground until it either burrowed itself in a bit or balanced enough to not require her support. Her hands outstretched, as if to accept the egg.
Iintahquohae felt a bit uneasy at what she viewed as the sudden appearance of the presence of something else. A gloved hand reached to scratch at the back of her head, and once again has the feeling that she's intruding on something private creep into mind. She didn't know that eggs could be intelligent. Maybe it was just some kinds of eggs. Inks couldn't imagine a chicken egg being too smart. After taking a few steps back and shaking the absurd thought from her head, the seamstress clears her throat a bit and asks to both Hildegarde and Satoshi, "Should I leave? I don't want to intrude."
Satoshi shakes her head at Iintahquohae's question as she gently places the green egg in Hildegarde's hands. Already it has gone from the occasional shiver to a near constant shuddering, its hatching mere moments away. To Inks, Satoshi says while beckoning the seamstress closer, "Don't leave, unless you wish to. Have you ever seen a couatl hatch? Few have. They're magnificent beings, you'll see. They're brother was the first to hatch, this is the seco- ..Hm?" Satoshi stops, blinking as she looks down at the Jade still in her hand. The kit's head tips to one side as if listening, before again looking at Inks. Expression still baffled, Satoshi carefully holds out the smaller egg to the seamstress. "Would you like to hold it? It's asking to meet you." And indeed it is she'll see, if Inks would take the egg into her hands. For the little egg is aquiver with curiosity to the point that its shell is almost static-charged with the emotion, it has been since hearing Satoshi mention Inks sewing the sky closed. Although the unborn psion cannot form proper words yet, it is capable of delivering images and feelings through thought, and it earnestly tries to introduce itself to Iintahquohae despite not having a proper identity yet. Its personality is alive with the desire for fun and games, a wish to play, to be free and fly, to taste every kind of humor the world has to offer. The couatl within is clearly a free-spirited sort, whimsical and errant as the wind. While Satoshi doesn't properly know the seamstress, she won't stop the couatl if it wishes to say hello. She'll trust its judgement as she's always trusted Emiur's--and Kasyr's, considering Inks is a vassel of House Azakhaer.
Hildegarde , upon receiving the egg, began to carefully sit down upon the ground. She held the egg close, watching it with a deep awe and interest; mentally urging the little being inside to free himself, if he was ready! But once the smaller egg had been handed to Inks, her own egg unleashed a loud 'cracking'; shell breaking as the couatl began to break free. She smiled, urging him on with quiet little growls and deep sounds that were - perhaps not to the others gathered - quiet to her kin. The serpentine head burst through, revealing a smooth forehead - save for four little bumps - and teal coloured scales. Iridescent wings were ready to be revealed; coated as they were in the amniotic fluid. The Silver tugged her glove off and quickly wiped away a portion of the fluid from his head, before oddly lowering her forehead to the couatl's. It must have been a dragon thing, as she grumbled in a deep and low tone, but it seemed to be rather caring and non-threatening! "He's brave," she said quietly, staring at him for a few moments. She looked to Satoshi and then Inks, declaring softly, "His name is Kenway."
Iintahquohae doesn't reply right away. She's partially lost in thought, attempting to remember where she had heard of a couatl. It was most likely in a book or through one of the stories her father told her. "Couatl? The flying serpents, right?" Being unable to remember was irksome, but she shrugged the thought away and decides to stay, now that she is sure that she is welcome to. The thought of an egg - a couatl egg, even - wanted to meet her leaves the seamstress baffled for a moment, but she doesn't see the harm in giving it a try. Gloved hands reach out to take the smaller egg Satoshi offered to her, and once it's in her hands, she can't help letting the restraint she has on herself for showing any emotion aside from indifference and, what she thought, borderline stoicism go. For a moment, she allowed an amused smile take over her face at the egg's quivering. D'aww. She gently brushes her thumb over the egg's shell. "Hi there." The seamstress's head turns toward Hildegarde and the hatching egg the knight had. Having never actually seen a couatl before, Inks isn't really sure what to expect to pop out of the egg. Once she sees its head, her head cants to the side a bit. "I like his color," she murmurs.
Satoshi quietly admires the newly hatched Kenway, knowing she's made the right call when the tiny serpent rears himself up on shaky coils to return the dragon's headbutt. Those two will get along just fine. But what about the other? Satoshi turns a thoughtful, slightly uncertain, look in the direction of Inks and the little egg. From here she can feel its delight at meeting her and drawing a smile out. Its mind flashes out a variety of colors in a beautiful arrangement, letting them flicker across the thoughts of the others along with feelings of assurance that this couatl is just as pretty as its sibling. Vain even before birth, they certainly take after their father. The series of rainbow images are so quick and so earnest, one can't help but be reminded of a small child talking at high-speed in its enthusiasm to tell a story. it's enough to make Satoshi smile despite herself. "It likes you, lady Stitch." The tilted head expression the kit gives Inks then seems to ask, 'do you like it too? Could I trust you with its safety?' It isn't her place to interfere with the couatls' choices in their lives, but Satoshi will damned well protect them to her fullest and ensure they don't fall into the wrong hands.
Hildegarde smiled down at Kenway, affection already very prominent in her gaze. She gently eased the rest of the fluid off of him with a fingertip, catching the thought of hunger. "We shall find some food shortly, young master, but first we must get you prim and proper!" It was very obvious that the Knight had quickly bonded with the hatchling. Her finger very delicately eased around his wings, peeling off the amniotic fluid with relative ease. She was wondering what exactly to feed the youngling.
Iintahquohae blinks at the myriad of colors that enter her thoughts, and her eyes head back to the jade egg in her hands. She smiles again. "Does it? I like its colors." They confused her, however. Was that its voice she was seeing? If so, that has to be one of the prettiest voices that she's ever seen. Her eyes meet Satoshi's for a moment, but she voices her question instead of attempting to make an expression that would properly convey it. Inks wasn't very good at that. "Does it need a home? Or a friend?" Once again, her eyes settle on the jade egg. She could easily see herself taking care of it. Its childish tone definitely hit a soft spot in the seamstress. "I've never encountered something like this before," she adds. Yet again, her eyes fall onto the egg and her thumb brushes over the shell once more and this time her speech is directed to the egg. "What are you thinking?"
Satoshi, as if reading Hildegarde's mind--or rather, catching the sensation of hunger from Kenway--says, "Small mice and the like seem to be their favorites, like serpents." Kenway's head bobs in agreement, an odd expression for a snake to do but one that clearly shows he's been influenced by his surroundings through the shell. While the hatchling couatl sees about winding himself through Hildegarde's fingers, Satoshi studies Inks and the Jade. In response to her question, the egg sends out a feeling of companionship and intrigue, a wish to know the seamstress better and face life's adventures alongside her. It seems to have made its decision, whatever Satoshi may feel. She'll have to trust it's choice. The kit nods then, finally, "It needs a friend, yes. One that can care for it and teach it, in return for it protecting and teaching them. They are born intelligent, but they lack a voice until later, and they are not large enough to easily defend themselves. But when they're grown, they are a partner you can trust your life with. They're father was such to me."
Hildegarde nodded as Satoshi mentioned the preferred food, wondering where exactly she'd get some mice to feed the little fellow! "M'lady, do you happen to have any mice on hand so I may feed this hatchling?"
Iintahquohae fails to suppress another smile brought on by the egg, and nods slightly to it. "I think it's settled, then." The egg is given another affectionate brush of her thumb before she looks over at Satoshi. "I'd be more than happy to take care of it- her." This one was feminine. A companion without a voice initially sounded a bit worrisome, but something that could project thoughts through color the way the couatl in the egg could was more than enough for Iintahquohae to understand. Colors were her thing. "Pinquettki," she murmured, while grinning at the egg. "I like your name too."
(A note from Svilfon to Satoshi)
-a letter appears before you, floating around until you open it-
- the hastily written letter is dripping with water and the writing is far messier than Svilfon's usual writing. He did write it in the darkness in a cave under Cenril, after all*
I gave peace for the next hatching for tension amongst those so sensitive couldn't be good... but I felt it from Alahir... another is born. Emiur's pride, lady icicle.
The warmth shows you have chosen well.
-signed simply-
Wizard.
Satoshi spares a moment to dig through her satchel, eventually pulling out a small, dead rat. The fur's a bit ruffled and body slightly battered, but it seems fresh enough as it's offered to Kenway. "I don't tend to keep live ones on me, my apologies little one." The truth was, she originally had a good stockpile of mice set aside from the new hatchlings, but their brother Alahir had helped himself to them while she wasn't looking. The little glutton. Svilfon is going to have his hands full with that prideful little couatl. As if her thoughts were a summons, Satoshi finds herself suddenly assaulted by... a letter, of all things. Soggy and slightly crumpled, the bewitched note flutters around her head until she takes it and opens it to be read. Only then does the wizard's note lie still. When Satoshi is done, she laughs and shakes her head, stowing away that note alongside Kasyr's, even as she glances toward Inks. The egg is currently shaking in the seamstress' hands, the little couatl within excited by its new name and wanting to feel the air finally. Tiny cracks are beginning to form along the once smooth jade shell. "Make that two, wizard," Satoshi quietly murmurs to herself, although she makes no move to interfere. This is in Inks' hands now.
Hildegarde smiled at the sight of the dead rat, waiting for Satoshi to toss it over or drop it for Kenway. She grinned, allowing the couatl to crawl out of her hands and towards the mouse. The Knight watched intently, waiting to see if he managed it alone or needed a hand.
Iintahquohae is too busy examining the egg to notice a message drifting around Satoshi's head. Her attention becomes even more absorbed with the egg once it begins to crack, breath held in anticipation for the couatl within to pop out. The rustling within the shell stops after a short while, and just as the seamstress leans forward, an eye squinted to attempt peeking into the largest fracture of the shell, a serpentine head clad in iridescent lime and turquoise scales makes its first appearance, only to playfully pop right back into its again. Inks laughs softly and gently nudges some of the shell apart at the top portion of the egg, and copies Hildegarde by carefully wiping away the fluid coating the serpentine creature. Pinquettki's head doesn't seem to want to stay still as the seamstress tries to clean her, however, and is clearly anxious to wiggle its way out of the egg and get to exploring her unfamiliar surroundings.
Satoshi is suddenly very, very sure Pinquettki made the right choice. Smiling to herself, the kit rocks back on her heels and quietly watches the couatls and their companions, pleased with the outcome and certain Emiur would be proud.
Hildegarde watched as Kenway snatched up the dead rat with ease, placing his egg shell upon the ground. She pulled her glove back on before looking between the two, "I believe Kenway and I shall be off! I shall fetch him some more food and allow you two your time." She reached for Kenway, careful as she lifted in. Her free hand grasped the halberd; ready to leave. She dipped her head to each woman in turn, "M'lady," before she headed off.
Iintahquohae managed to get most of the fluid off of Pinquettki's scales and her wings before she broke the rest of her way out of the egg and made herself coiled around Inky's wrist. Curiously poking and prodding her new friend seemed to be the first thing that it wanted to do before attempting to explore the rest of her surroundings. Before the seamstress could set the egg shell down, Pinquettki was already up one arm and on her shoulder, where she was amusing herself with the woman's black curls. She grabbed one in her mouth, gave a little tug, then leg go to watch the curl spring back. Inks winced a bit a the initial sharpness of the tugging, but turned to Satoshi and Hildegarde. "Are they alwa..ow…always so enthusiastic?" She waves her cleaner gloved hand to the knight and Kenway once they depart.
Satoshi salutes Hildegarde as the knight leaves before going back to Inks. The kit's whiskers quiver with suppressed laughter at the seamstress' enthusiastic new friend. "The others have been more... sedate. This little one has always given the impression of high energy, though. Regretting your choice already~?" It's more a teasing comment than anything, but there's just a hint of concern in there.
Iintahquohae seems relieved when the tugging of her hair stops, but finds herself a little bit concerned when a serpentine face presses itself flat against one of the lenses of her glasses and a rainbow-feathered wing bats at the other lens. She really is like a curious child. To Satoshi, her head very carefully shakes, for fear of knocking the little couatl off of her unusual perch. "Not at all. I'm sure she'll calm down with time." She feels the little one's tail coil around her glasses to brace herself, and adds, "At least she's careful."
Satoshi steps forward and shifts her head to be on eye level with the couatl. Once she's caught the little creature's attention--and had whiskers batted at by a wing--the kit says in soft but firm tones, "You and she are one, eagerling, show her the wonders of your wings and wit, and she will show you life's finest in return. Guard her and she'd guard you. As your father guarded moi. Make him proud, Pinquettki, for you are of the lines of the bravest and kindest of couatl." Nodding again, Satoshi steps back to give them space once more.
Iintahquohae liked the sound of that. Eagerling. Apparently Pinquettki liked it too, because she peeled her face away from Inky's glasses to make a face at Satoshi before her serpentine face gently flattened itself against the lens again. She just couldn't wrap her head around why there was this invisible wall preventing her from getting to Inky's eye. The seamstress didn't know much about how couatls and their behavior, so she tried to glance at Satoshi with her currently blocked vision. "Will she grow quickly? And aside from mice..Once she's bigger, will she be able to get food for herself or should I help her?" Inks didn't know how to hunt. This is going to be new.
Satoshi said to Iintahquohae, "As far as I've been able to read on them, they grow quickly if well fed. Once she's your size, she'll have no difficulty hunting for herself, I'm sure. Her father was seventy feet and still growing, like serpents tend to do." Satoshi picks up something in Inks' look that prompts her to add, "You won't want for food, nor will she, so long as you are a part of House Azakhaer and a companion to one of Emiur's brood. In Frostmaw's tavern, speak to Drargon. He always have fresh food available for people and beasties alike. Knowing him, he'll be quite happy to make sure Pinquettki is well fed. He has a soft spot for young winglings."
Iintahquohae felt her shoulders drop with a sigh of relief that food wouldn't be an issue for her new friend, but the thought of her growing to be seventy feet or more left her dumbfounded. Wow. Good thing her shop and home has that underground cave. It should be big enough (for a while) for her to have a comfortable place to sleep. With food in mind, Inky squinted her eye at the teal and lime scaled face pressed against her lens. "You heard Satoshi, right? Are you hun-" the stiff nodding the couatl made whilst still keeping her face smashed against the seamstress's glasses interrupted her question and answered it, so Inky thought it must be a good time to depart. As Pinquettki made herself comfortable coiled around her shoulder (curly hair tugging resuming), Inks gave Satoshi a grin. "I'll do that. Thank you so much for her," her eyes swivel to the couatl, only to find that it changed position yet again to perch carefully on her head, obviously to get a good look of her surroundings. Inks continued. "It was nice finally meeting you, too. I hope I'll get to see you around again." After a quick wave, the seamstress and her new couatl friend departed the cave and began their trip to Frostmaw's tavern.
Satoshi salutes Inks and Pinquettki. "The same to you, lady Stitch. I hope you and she work well together, and I look forward to seeing you again soon. Don't hesitate to call on me if you need something~."