RP:Bad at Bad News

Summary: Lita attempts to meet with Leo for a Serious Conversation, hoping for Loravelle's presence to help soften the news... Plans are thwarted by coconut rum and Joan, a fellow vampire and aspiring healer...

Beachside Villa

Lita is mostly quiet as she heads back towards the island with Leo. "Hoping you've time for words once we get back?" Is all she'd said, probably earning her the usual look of raised brow that indicated he was questioning what she was about to lay at his feet, or on their proverbial table, but that whatever it was he'd at least hear her out, per usual. Except she might need reinforcements for this one. "You want to head on up to the beach house? I'll snag Lora." She's not exactly taking No for an answer on this front. "Don't mind the paint." She calls over her shoulder as she jogs barefoot up to the neighboring house, a quick knock on the front door before she cracks it open to interrupt whatever project Lora has undertaken for the moment. "Mouse?" She calls out, using her more formal tone of voice rather than friendly greeting. She'd let herself feel bad for using the girl to soften this blow to Leo later, maybe. "Can I borrow you a spell over at the beach house?" She'll wait for Lora to appear and then wave for her to follow her next door to join the pirate again. The wicker furniture in the front room of the beachfront abode has all been pushed to one side of the room, a canvas tarp on the floor spread out and swatches of paint on the wall in various shades of blues and greens. There are also splatters and splashes of other colors, namely yellows and whites, that look as if they've been smeared, like someone had tried to clean them up. A closer look might revel the same streaks of color on some of the other walls and even some of the furniture. "Sorry about the mess." Lita offers. She'll assume Leo has already found himself a drink. Probably for the best. "Alright, I guess with all this Vailkrin business I gotta come clean with a thing or two." She really wishes Mahri was around right about now. She was not looking forward to having this conversation twice.

Leoxander slowed to a stop when Lita presented that question regarding his fiance with a nod, clearly making the time since he didn’t try to stop her. He waited for the ladies appropriately, still outside Lita’s house but making a slow trek that way while taking in the landscape and ocean, quick eyes inspecting the streets for activity as his hands slid into his coat pockets. The compound bow was once again strapped to his back and regardless of a lack of sleeves, the black and gold and hinted with red attire was more formal, in a rogue sense of fashion.

Loravelle should be a little responsible with unpacking, organizing, making she and Leo's home a little less messy. But her nose is in her botanical tome. The sound of a knock at the door and Lita's voice immediately following is all Lora needs to mark her place with a scrap of paper she scribbled notes on and leave the tome behind on her chair. Ace needed help? “Coming!” She immediately yells mid-stride for the door. As Lita waves her on, she scoops up a pair of sandals and slides them onto her feet before picking up her pace to match Lita's. Her initial reaction to the paint splatters and the tarp she sees upon entering the beachfront house is the beginning of a wide-eyed grin that she quickly tries to conceal. At the sight of Leo, she immediately steps to his side, and moves to quickly peck his cheek if she can. She hadn't seen him toting his bow in a while, and naturally she wanted to ask. Before she can pose her question, Lora falls silent at mention of Vailkrin – specifically at the notion of 'coming clean'. Her eyes dart from Leo to Lita, clearly confused. What happened?

Joan frowns slightly as the icy pale skinned vampire squints down at the map she was following, muttering under breath as she wanders off the main walk way and on to the beach..."I swear I'm lost, this is beyond the tattoo parlor I was told about." Looking up her free hand clamps down over the white sun bonnet she bought at the store to wear upon her head as she traveled this island, she was use to the cloudiness of Vailkrin and didn't have use for a hat as there was never any full on sunlight to bother her, she did have reactions to strong direct sunlight like all of her kind, hence the need for the hat, as she looks up and around she notices the dirty blonde head of the salty old sea wolf as he makes his way towards one of the beach villa, she'd raise her hand, shout and wave before making sandy foot tracks towards the villa he disappears into.

Lita catches that look on Lora's face at sight of the paint. She should clarify, she really should. But she doesn't. It's funnier if she doesn't. She pads barefoot across the front room to snag a bottle of whiskey from the bar, uncorks it and tilts it up for a drink. She makes a face and takes a deep breath to let it settle but decides on another drink. Because courage is best served in liquid form. "Kasyr offered to help me out with a problem." That was sort of true. She asked him for the help. Semantics. "Except, that help meant some ritual thing that would essentially but hopefully not kill me and then require me to be re-sired, probably by him, but then would or could lead to obviously further and sticky situations and complications and--" She's rambling. And not really explaining anything in very much detail. She really does wish Mahri was here just now. She stops abruptly and holds up a finger, narrowing a look at the front door. "Hold on." She turns and makes her way out to the back deck, staring at someone who's wandered up along the beach from town, she'd assume. For a moment she stares and blinks, as if trying to recognize them. And with a little sigh she leans against the railing, bottle still in one hand. "You lost?" She calls out to the stranger.

Leoxander caught Lora’s little frame up in an arm to give her a seat and an easy reach, turning that timid cheek peck into a whisker biting peck of her lips. “Yeah. Between you an’ Mah’ we’re gonna have to start actin’ like pack and keep the four or five of us in the howl, at least.” He keeps Loravelle’s sandaled feet off the sand to carry her to Lita’s porch, setting her down on the steps in order to unstrap and shrug out of the jacket he’d hang on a railing or seat outside away from the paint. Beneath that one article of not ragged clothing was the usual black fitted short sleeve, his chain tucked into it and a tug on his belt, distressed pants weighed by blades. Leaving the harness on his chest for throwing knives, his compound bow and ammunition joined his little visiting pile. He headed inside the familiar Villa for that drink and maybe even a snack. Too often he forgot to eat and it had been even longer since he’d had the free time to hunt. A glance back toward Joan’s call and he raised a hand to let her know she was welcome on the beach - Lita’s call how close or whether or not she could enter the villa. Did vampires have to invite other vampires in? “Yer not as sneaky as you think, Ace.” He murmured as he stepped inside the color emporium, glancing from wall to wall before he made his way to where he knew the glasses and liquor were stored. “We jus’ had a sit down with Miss and her old man, D’Chath.” He filled his girl in on that, at least, but greedily needed another drink to help digest the situation.

Loravelle should be used to being lifted off the ground by now, but she still momentarily froze. It's been a minute. His kiss doesn't magically 'unfreeze' her, but she does get comfortable until the Captain puts her back on the steps. The howl? She couldn't resist a very soft, “Awooo,” then kicked her sandals off to set next to Leo's pile of weaponry before heading in after him. She saw Joan in the distance and considered waving, but her hand didn't quite make it all the way up to do so when she heard some of what Lita started to say. Lora frequently forgot that Lita was a vampire. In her eyes, she didn't fit the stories about them that taught Lora to be terrified of them, so being hit with this reminder is enough to stir some fear within her. Not specifically at the notion of what Lita was, but that she might die a second time... That was absolutely a cause for alarm. “D-do you have to?” She immediately blurts, frowning. Getting a drink sounded like a very good idea. “I'd like one,” said to Leo. No manners? Blame the nerves. “- Please.” Whether a glass or a bottle or nothing at all is put in her hands, she nods a at what information Leo passes along about visiting Meri and Magik. “How were they?”

Joan pauses outside of the porch the vampiric healer would hold her map up as she calls out in a polite tone of voice. "Yeah, sorry about that, this is like my third time visiting out to the island proper.' She explains, "I'm Joan Blackheart, a friendly healer vampire. I was told if I wanted to be tattooed by the best to come out to this island and look from SoulsKin. I have a friend that inks there, Leoxander." She'd have given a wave towards the smaller dark haired woman Leo carried in but she might miss it so she just stand there out in the sand with a gamed but confused smile in place waiting for an invite or directions.

Lita is definitely as sneaky as she thinks. Wasn't her fault Kasyr went spilling his guts to Tessa about the whole dang mess- and she'd assume to Leo, too, which surprised her less. Problem was she hadn't exactly told Kasyr the truth, just let him make and run with his own assumptions of the mess at hand and hadn't seen fit to correct him otherwise. She catches Lora's question but doesn't answer right away. Instead calling out to Joan, "Well, you've come to the right place. I mean, not, you passed up the shop a bit back in town, but I'm the owner and Leo is actually inside at the moment." She offers a friendly little smile and gestures for Joan to join them inside the house. She leans sideways against the door frame while she waits for the woman to do just that, fixing her attention back on the pirate again. "It's not the sire bond I'm trying to break, Leo." She admits finally. "It's a blood pact. Kasyr just doesn't know that. And I have no intention of telling him, so no idea if it will even work." She lifts the bottle to take another drink and with a little sigh glances back to Lora. "No, I don't have to. Technically. But I do." Because she wasn't about to spend an eternity living with it. But further conversation may have to wait til later as their company is about to change.

Leoxander realized the moment Loravelle made that sound he was going to have to teach her how to howl properly, human or not. But maybe not until she was in a few coconuts. So he gave her some pineapple and coconut rum with a splash of raspberry fizzy water and some ice if Lita had any stocked from Emilia’s generous ‘shipments’. When Joan appeared at the door, he raised his own glass to point with his inked knuckles in her direction. “Healed me up a few tourneys ago. She’s sound.” Sharp wolf hearing and all. He settled in with his back against the bar and rested a hand on Loravelle’s thigh casually while she tested her drink and he tossed back his. He turned his head to regard the Mouse’s question, but also her features, how she wore her hair and such. If she smelled like her sisters’ floral sprays. “Happily domesticated. But they’re non-too pleased about a few details. I’ll fill you in. In bed.” The rogue was innocent until proven guilty, and he had ways of making people not talk. “You ain’t grounded to stay home. I can tell them I want my recorder to chart this mess of a map.” He didn’t want to delve too deeply into her pact with Joan bringing good vibes and Lora trying to hold onto hers, but he did murmur. “Considering his recent makeover, I’m’unna jus’ have to trust that you know what yer doin’.” Onto other subjects - for now. “Hey Miss, you met Lora, yet?” Speaking to Joan, since he didn’t often use true names.

Loravelle doesn't have Leo's sense of smell, but she still sniffs at the drink he mixes up for her to check for coconuts. That's all she needs to deduce that it'll be good so she takes a drink. The words Lita is saying sound like something lifted out of a book. Sire bonds? Blood pacts? But then she hears 'no, I don't have to,' and almost exhales a sigh of relief until Lita continues. How can she possibly respond to that? More drinking. Despite the swirl of worry and concern for Ace's well-being that overtook her thoughts, Lora has taken some huge strides in maintaining some composure. Her free hand settles on top of Leo's when he places it on her thigh, and it's steady. No trembling, no shivering. “Oh, that sounds nice for the-” The face she made about the paint earlier returns, along with a predictable shade of scarlet once she catches the rogue's meaning. How can she respond to that? She playfully swats at his arm, leans in to whisper something, then waves at Joan. They've sort of met, but not properly, if memory serves. She at lest knew the vampire healer's name. “Hello, Miss Joan.”

Joan lets out a sigh of relief as Lita invites her up, the vaampiric healer having taken to folding up the map and fanning her now slightly flushed face, the heat beating down on her from the direct sun is making her a bit woozy, and she wobble slightly as she makes it up onto the porch with a grateful smile flashed towards Lita. "Oh good! I'm not use to this sunlight and heat, give me gloomy chilly Vailkin and my own cozy little cottage any day.' She would then dig in her magical little portable belt pouch to pull out a couple small vials, one she would offer to Lita as a polite way to thank her for the invite and letting her know she was the owner. Discreetly she would uncorks her own and drains it, just a bit of elven blood wine to pep her back up, her glowing orbs looking over the wolf and his mate, a embarrassed smile given towards Loravelle. "Hmm, couple years back when you and her were stomping about the swamp. I don't think I even catch her name." Joan's dangling pure silver phoenix-fire healer's guild necklace caught the light to shine brightly for a moment before she shifts and the light falls off it. She catches bits of the conversation and makes a displeased face, "At least everyone is dealing with Kasyr other then Larewen, and I think it's for the better." She comments, now putting away her drained vial and fishing for a cookie as she looks into her pouch.

Lita thinks Leo and Lora are just as disgustingly cute as Meri and Magik. It makes her smile broaden. Happy looked good on the both of them. She's glad to hear Leo knows the newcomer, Joan. She doesn't recognize the name or face herself, but she trusts Leo and if he says she's good, then that's alright by her. She takes the offered vial from Joan to be polite and sets it on the bar top for now. "Car for a drink?" She offers, gesturing towards the assortment of bottles. And she'll the pour the woman her drink of choice thereafter. She'll leave Lora to offer her name or title of choice and manages a wry smile when Joan mentions Kasyr. "Whether it's for the better or not, we'll have to see, I s'pose." She takes another drink and heads to the kitchen to manage a plate of snacks for the living. Tessa and Mahri had been keeping the place well stocked recently. Lita manages a platter of meats and cheeses and bread- Leo can make himself a sandwich. And she finds an assortment of cut up fruits in a bowl that she sniffs to make sure it's still good. Smells alright. She makes her way back to the group and sets everything on a coffee table before finding her own seat and making herself comfortable. "What kind of ink you looking to get, Joan?"

Leoxander flashed a subtle look at Lita when Joan mentioned her home city, which he had never truly confirmed until now considering she’d healed him in the infirmary. Whatever Lora whispered, he had no outward reaction but did squeeze his hold on her leg before shifting in his seat and disguised it as a half-turn to refill his glass liberally. Easy going talk of tattoos pulled his interred while he relaxed back against the bar and sipped his drink, making certain Lora’s had an extra splash of coconut rum to make up for whatever space she’d made. He conveniently forgot to equal it out with mixer.

Loravelle turns her attention to Joan to introduce herself. “Lora, it's nice to meet you.” Properly, she means. She flashes a grin despite her concern for Lita, but the conversation had already transitioned to something lighter. Tattoos! She wanted more, but pestering Lita for another one would have to wait. Joan first. So she looks to the rogue next, eagerly drinking more after he's topped her glass off with more coconut rum. “I think you should do another one for me.” She had the key on her arm, her 'engagement ink', Lita's plum blossoms, but there had to be something else important to add to her modest collage of ink. But maybe the importance could simply be that it was something Leo designed. “Something on my back. A surprise.” Since she wouldn't be able to see it, anyway.

Joan nibbles at her oatmeal raisin cookie in a polite manner, "Lora, a pleasure." She'd mummer before finishing off her cookie, normally she'd go through at least a dozen when she was alone and had her pert icy pale pink nose buried in her beloved books, 'manners' she need to remind herself silently before the question was posed towards her about what type of tattoo she'd like. "Oh, there is this cute drawing of a sugar skull I'm digging. It has two purple roses with gold highlight here and there." She unfolds her map and tucked inside it was the design she thought would look good, this she holds out to the gathered small group with a hopefully look on her features.

Lita catches that look from Leo and manages a nearly imperceptible shrug for it. She glances at Lora's glass as the pirate refills it and gives him an entirely different look. Only person getting busy in the hammock these days was herself. Regardless of what he thought. She keeps her thoughts to herself but she'll smirk into the rim of her bottle as she takes another drink. Mah was getting an ear-full later for her absence. "You should have him design it and let me do the inkwork." Lita tosses at Lora. "Then it's a surprise for you both." She offers a wink at the pair along with the suggestion. "Gotta give him something to unwrap an' all." She turns her attention back to Joan and the artwork she produces, taking the little slip of paper to inspect closer. "Oohh, very nice." She manages. "Love these colors." She lifts dark eyes to give Joan a once-over, imagining the new ink against her skin. "I can mix some colors for you. You want Leo to do the work up?" She nods towards the pirate and will hand him the paper to see the design as well.

Leoxander spent a quiet moment shamelessly with his fiancé. They’d both been so busy, it was strange knowing where someone was and still missing them in the hours away. Lita’s suggestion earned a brief expression that echoed his words. “Don’t hate that. We’ll give you somethin’ to satiate you in the meantime, bloody addict. I was thinking we get somethin’ together, soon. Not the weddin’ marks; something t’ represent home.” He’d told them it was the first time he’d really understood the meaning of the word, even if it came with a lot of paperwork for progress. Doing things legit just happened to be a great cover for doing some illegal work under the table and off the public records. “I can’t get much on my back with that scar takin’ up most of it. Takin’ damn forever to fade. An’ my rites need repair.” His attention moved back toward Joan briefly when she unfolded the design, and he smirked. He might not have drawn that one but his art did float around here and there, unsigned. Maybe Leo even knew how she came across it, but he just took another drink from his glass. “I can borrow some equipment from the shop overnight once we get the space in that study cleaned up.” He hadn’t been home long enough to look. A day on Lita’s hammock and a day in bed recovering, and it was back on the path to play that unending game of catch-up. His drink was finished off in order to study the design. “Should have fangs. An’ thorns. A lot’a thorns.”

Loravelle leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the sugar skull illustration that Joan brought along. It looked really pretty. She doesn't finish off her drink but she does very briefly set it down to tear a piece of bread in two so she could munch on it and not drink on an entirely empty stomach. Her eyes light up at Lita's suggestion. “I love that.” Both of her favorite artists collaborating on one piece? She's starting to catch a buzz, so her reaction to the word 'unwrap' in this context is delayed. Realization of what Lita meant hits when she turns to Leo for his opinion, but she doesn't entirely fumble and stammer something ridiculous. Blame her liquid coconut courage. “You should unwrap -” Okay she fumbles it entirely. The words were partially there, just out of order and actually a mess. So much for attempting to be witty.“...Something about unwrapping a surprise?” She stuffs another chunk of bread into her mouth and quickly washes it down with more of her drink. The thought a shared tattoo with Leo is enough to snap her out of feeling embarrassed for her mix-up moments before. “D'you have anything in mind? ...And the study is mostly clean.” Mostly, but if he planned on tattooing someone in there Lora was happy to declutter the rest. After she's sobered up. “Will mine need fangs and thorns?”

Joan looks from Lita to Leo, tilting her head slightly as she thinks about the suggestions the old salty wolf speak of. "Hmm, I was told to let the artist have free artistic freedom and then go over it together before settling and having the piece inked on you. I like the idea of fangs and thorns. I'd like to make it into a summoning fighter later on with magic, since the most I can do for defending myself to to either hit or kick a person into the no-no areas and then run!" She chuckles softly as she has never really had to defend herself...who would really want to face down a wannabe librarian?! The books they haul about for just 'fun' could topple most normal folks. Mental flex for the book nerds! She'd raise a brow upwards once Leoxander's speaks about a scar. "I can take care of your scar no problem or charge towards you my friend. Actually it help me even more since you are one of only three living beings I have healed magically." She looks towards Loravelle with a quick warm smile as the other woman speaks somewhat drunkenly, Joan never really missed what effects strong spirits had on her back when she was mortal. Glancing back between Lita and Leo she'd speak, "As for payment, I was also told a deposit was needed before the appointment is set, correct?" She had her coin purse with her of course. Money made the world go round after all, even for those undead like her and Lita.

Lita leans back in her seat with the bottle of whiskey balanced on the arm of her chair. Letting talks of tattoos filter through the room and past her. The island and the beach house felt more like home than it had in a very long time. New paint going up, next furniture, some rugs maybe. Mahri wanted cannons. The thought makes her smirk. It was good, right? And yet part of her- most of her- still just waiting for that proverbial other shoe to drop. "You got keys to the shop if you don't wanna go luggin' equipment around." She says to Leo. "We can definitely make suggestions, but ultimately it's your decision. You gotta be happy with what you're walkin' around wearin'." She clarifies. When Joan mentions a payment and reaches for a coin purse, Lita shakes her head and waves a hand at her. "Down payment's not necessary. I'm sure you all can talk a price after." She means Joan and Leo, here. "Making it a summoning piece is neat though." And then to Leo, "I think Smoke does something similar." She means Nort but doesn't want to use his name. And she'd never seen him use the trick with the tattoo, but they'd discussed it when she'd done the work for him.

Leoxander replied to Lora first with a shadow of a smirk. “Probably.” As far as the pointy things went. As the conversation went on, a plan was developing in his mind. Lady Luck was back after her brief absence from Enchantment. Lora was a librarian who loved books and she was interested in learning healing. Perhaps not of the magical sort, but he recalled Joan had not used as much magic as she had bone settings and bandages, out of respect. Joan was a healer who loved books, needed defense, and happened to be on an island of rogues and well-trained fighters, listening as Rynvale’s deputy brought up one with the alias of ‘smoke’. “I see an accord formin’ here.” He looked from Lita, double-taking back at her comment about ‘keys’, to Lora, brows slightly lifted through the mess of blonde. It had been tied back but long since fell into a wind-worn mess with a surviving knot at the back of his skull, pinned secretively with gold. Gold was good, but Lita valued information and an outside ear as much as the pirate did. “You work with Red in that dead magic, don’tcha? How is it you best heal?” Loravelle might have been too far into the coconut rum to follow along, but he’d do as promised and … explain everything. (-halo-)

Loravelle wasn't entirely lost, but she's still drinking her coconut rum. “Probably?” Her inflection doesn't make much sense, given she doesn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. She quietly listens to the tattooing conversation, but a fair bit of it is in one ear and out the other. At least until the word 'healing' is heard by her. She perks up, maybe a little too abruptly given how a little bit of her drink sloshes over the rim of the glass onto her robes. She doesn't seem to notice, and even though she may not remember half of what is said, Lora becomes very attentive on Joan. Curious.

Joan frowns as she hears 'Red', "Red? Khitti?!" She guesses aloud, she never knew of the other's code or pet name around the Black Spire, but then Joan didn't get out to interact socially often, and missed a whole lot of the normal interactions that people do. "Necromancy came naturally to me once I was dead and sired. It's one of these 'Dark Gifts' we undead are blessed with once sired. But yeah in the long run I work under Khitti, or 'Red' as you nicknamed her." Here Joan rubs the pad of her thumb along the bridge of her nose as she speaks on the topic of being healer, "Healing can be classed as many different branches, just plain old bandaged up and or making cold flu medical brews out of normal everyday herbs, veggies and such, that would be basic healing. if you wanna speak on about magical healing...well you got to have the gift naturally, it's hard to explain, as I'm undead...I had like the spark back when I was mortal, but I never really was spotted and trained, I turned towards an evil lifestyle soon after I was sire, sooo...it was turned into something I'd rather not speak about. If you have the gift naturally and someone notices among the Healer's guild they can point you towards Emilia or Penny. They take it from there." She offers a rolling shrug. Joan was a shut-in if it wasn't obvious, communication by spoken word came hard to her at times.

Lita is pretty decent at reading the pirate's thought processes these days. Even with the alcohol at hand. She manages a little shrug, that smirk still present at the corner of her mouth though. She does lean sideways to offer Lora a few (un)sage words, if only because she does so enjoy embarrassing the Mouse if she can. "Don't make me have to hose you two off, yeah?" She offers her a playful wink though. And then she's leaning back in her seat again to follow the new exchange about healing. The name Khitti being tossed around has her avoiding eye contact for a moment and taking another swig of that whiskey suddenly. Thankfully Joan is doing a great job of keeping up conversation as Lita sort of forgets how to play the part of a more cordial hostess. She settles back to listen and keep her thoughts to herself for now.

Leoxander noticed, and although normally he didn’t care about messes like that, he did grab the end of his shirt to tug it free of belts and waistline on one side, dabbing her robes and licking his fingers a bit. He had just been teasing the mouse, so she might need one more refill to entirely relax. It wasn’t a long stretch to carry her home forty or fifty yards. But he was actually paying attention to Joan’s words. She did know a lot about this stuff. And honestly? They needed a healer to teach and rely on, though everyone always scrapped by in a pinch. He was going to reserve some of his thoughts to think it through and await the upcoming meeting, but nodded with a reply to encourage her back on the topic of ink. “We’re usually here, one of us, anyhow. Plenty know how to get word our way, now, but you should stick around. Maybe tomorrow we can get that ink on you. An’ Lora’s got a lot’a books east end to sort through.” The lure to keep her around and observe her, as wolves would do when considering a new packmate. Leoxander said to Lita, "We'll head out in a tick..." A motion to the liter of rum. "An' takin' that with us."

Loravelle almost suggested to Lita that she could just upturn her glass over her head, but peered down at the contents of her glass and immediately took the thought back. Too precious and coconutty to waste. She finishes it off, and in the midst of doing so she grins at Leo's effort to dry her off. “Thanks Bun-” Oops. Definitely too much to drink, but that didn't stop her from searching out some more of that rum. But she hears one of her favorite words. Books. She still needed to figure out just how in the world she'd sort out the library, but it would have to be done. “There are a lot of them...” Obviously. Libraries usually had lots of books. “Maybe there are healing books in there.” She may not know Leo's intentions to keep Joan around the island, but she's inadvertently helping to lure her in, probably.

Joan folds her hands together, thinking quickly, "I do have a guild meeting with my fellow healer's tomorrow, afterwards if I'm not given a task I can return. Now, if you have someone you'd like to come along and attend the healer's meeting I'd be more then happy to bring them along. Your candidate just needs a general interest in healing and helping out those less fortunate, magical healing spark or not, I mean it helps out but it's not necessarily what the guild is looking for. We have field medics that can do battleground basic doctoring that does not involve magic." It's the most Joan has spoken aloud of what she herself understood about the Healer's Guild, but then she was mostly left by herself as she was more focus on healing the dead and undead. If they were done, Joan would ask for the correct directions to SoulsKin and if she needed to meet up there or else where before departing, she had to boat to catch back to the mainland soon!

Lita certainly wouldn't mind havin' another healer in the mix. With as much trouble as they got into from day to day. It was some small miracle they'd managed to scrape by at all. She lifts her bottle towards the pirate in acknowledgement and thanks for his company. It was always welcomed. Even if there was a lot more now to muddle through. And she feels like she's forgetting something, but maybe not. "You got a place to stay the night in town?" She asks Joan, suddenly remembering how to go about being polite. "Guest room's occupied at the moment, but the couch isn't so bad." She motions towards it, nearby. "Otherwise there's usually rooms in town for rent." Lita is already planning to sneak into the house next door at some point and rearrange all the pretty books by color. She'll oblige Joan with the correct directions to the tattoo parlor, no worries. "I planned on going to the Healer's guild meet up. No magic ability, but I've enough knowledge to get by or dead." Bad joke maybe. "But if Lora was interested, we can all meet there or something maybe?" Drinks after any event for them was usually a guarantee anyway.

Leoxander finished off what was left of his drink and if Lora didn’t do the same, he’d finish off hers. But there was still a half-full bottle for her to nurse at home while they played some cards or chess. “Oh, before I forget. I got you ladies a little gift…” He must have snuck into Lita’s at some point, but his scent of coming and going wasn’t anything that would ‘rouse her suspicion. “Y’know, to help with the cause.” He did once live there, so it wasn’t that far fetched he went to a loose board in the corner of the kitchen and took a knife to wedge it up in order to get his fingers around it and slide it free. Two tarp-wrapped rolls secured in twine took some angling to remove, but he set the mysterious package on the floor and replaced the hiding spot. Just one of many in a rogue’s villa. As he handed one to Lita and one to Lora, he looked toward Joan. “Jus’ pass me a note or make sure I can get in if we do show. As for the ink, don’t worry about payment for now. You got somethin’ better than gold.” Inside the packages once the two dark haired women got them open were spools of fabric, one laced and pink and the other more transparent and jeweled, but materials for their envisioned results. Demure and eye catching, to use if they so decided to.

Loravelle enthusiastically raises her hand when the Healer's Guild is mentioned. “I'd like to go! We should make a day of it.” Could they make a day of it? She'd need to sleep soon for that, and recover from the hangover in the morning. How in the world would she remedy that? A lesson worth learning at the guild, probably... Before she can think of anything additional to ask, like another drink (but water this time, honest), the packages Leo gives out to Lita and herself has her attention. “For me?” She slurs her words a bit, and her fingers fumble with untying the twine, so she'll leave her gift wrapped until they get home. Which for her, considering tomorrow's plans, should probably be now. Lora takes her time with getting to her feet but doesn't take a step away from the rogue without a kiss goodbye before she hit the hay. “I promise I'll go straight to bed,” she murmurs, tucking the bundle under an arm. She'll be absolutely delighted when she opens it, but wait for Leo to be present so he can witness her reaction. “You better too eventually. Or else,” she teases. Before parting, she has to give Lita a hug and a wave goodbye to Joan. Lora's trek back to the house isn't too disastrous, but she forgot her sandals at the villa. Maybe they'll be there tomorrow.

Leoxander spoke to Lita and Lora, "Well, for Mahri. Or you ladies if you want to be her handservants."

Joan agrees to see Lita and Loravelle to the meeting with her, she had to decline the invite to stay as she had to report in that they had two possible recruits coming. She lets the ladies know she will meet up with them at the appointed place before hand and makes her polite excuses to leave.

Leoxander explains that he remembered overhearing them making Mahri up in a pink gown. He was trying to be thoughtful. Leoxander said, "I hope one of you knows where the hell that place is. Larket?" He collected his things, which included his bride, adjusting her over a shoulder so she could half hug/half-hang. The other was reserved for jacket and bow and he scratched a kiss across Lita's cheek near the corner of her mouth as he made his way down to the sand to head home.

Lita lofts a brow at Leo as he stands to head for the kitchen. She mumbles something about tearing the place down to the studs and rebuilding just to rearrange all his hiding spots. But that's probably the whiskey talking. She sits up a little when he comes back with the two wrapped gifts, narrowing a playfully suspicious look at him. Unwrapping the package carefully, as if it might explode, she lets her fingers linger over the fabric. "Thanks." She manages, clearing her throat in some attempt to hide the nearly imperceptible flush in her cheeks. She wasn't usually one for fancier outfits than the usual little black dress but if Leo was gonna make her be more social and represent their island, might be nice to have a few on hand. Mahri certainly hadn't minded yet. And then shes imagining Mahri in one of 'em instead, all dolled up and what not. She liked that gift more. She stands to give Lora a hug and peck on the cheek before she takes her leave. They could definitely make a day of the event tomorrow, though might be best to just pick Mouse up tomorrow than discuss plans now.