RP:Couatls Play While Others Meet

Frostmaw Tavern

Svilfon wanders casually into the tavern with Alahir wrapped around his hat. The couatl seems entirely comfortable perched on the brim, tightly coiled around the point; warmed by the heat Svilfon emits against the constant cold of Frostmaw's air. The wizard walks through the room, nodding his head to a few giants and offering Drargon a brief wave of his hand, before he sits in his favourite chair. It only has one arm, the other having being eaten by his goat, and though he ponders feeding the firewyrm, but he remembers his words to Satoshi and decides against it. Instead he pulls out the fish he was going to throw in the fireplace and lifts it up, offering it to the couatl who wastes no time taking it in his small mouth and beginning to nom it.

Iintahquohae and Pinquettki were playing some sort of mental color-based game coupled with a staring contest, judging by the way the woman and her couatl companion kept their unblinking gazes locked on one another. The little couatl still hadn't managed to find her voice yet, but the colorful images that poured from her mind seemed to be enough for communication between she and the seamstress for now. It looked like Pinquettki won this time, as Inky reached up to rub at her eye after a short while. Pinquettki did a little victory lap around her perch on the woman's shoulders, then slithered down to rest in her lap afterward. "I'll win next time," Inks murmured, while having difficulty to contain her smile. She carefully crossed her legs and sat up in her chair a bit. She expected a colorful response from Pinquettki, but instead saw that the little couatl's head was peering in Svilfon and Alahir's direction, tilted off to the side a bit. Iintahquohae lofted a brow and shifted her head just a fraction to follow her friend's gaze.

Svilfon was content to rest upon his seat; it'd been a busy few days for the wizard staying up late playing with Trebel and Alahir. He was even pondering a sleep, confident he is safe enough from danger here. Drargon would wake him if anything threatened. But just as those oh-so heavy lids begin to fall down he feels from the couatl upon his hat a thrill of surprise that weaves the air around him, causing more than one giant to glance in his direction. But they're all used to the wizard's ways now, and with a chuckle that sounds more like an avalanche than an expression of enjoyment they return to their large drinks. Eyes that were so heavy now snap open and it takes Svil but a moment to spy Iintahquohae and Pinquettki. He stares in silence for a long moment as Alahir twists his way down from the hat, pass the wizard's shoulders, across his robed chest, before he's perched right on the edge of the vampire's knees. Only then does he flash his wings in greeting to his sister and from him comes a mixture of emotions woven together: Friendship, love, and above all else pride as he spies her. Alahir is noble and proud already, but part of his pride comes from the joy he experiences when seeing the other children of Emiur. Only then does the wizard speak, his voice carrying across the tavern easily. "Were I to hazard a guess, you would be the one lady icicle calls Stitch... And who is your lovely friend?" Svil grins at Pinquettki, then, and offers a little wave.

Iintahquohae watched in silence as Pinquettki leapt from her lap and made her way over to Alahir in some kind of airborne tackle hug. Apparently just a glimpse of wings to her meant an invitation to pounce on her brother, and it's clear that she's very happy to see him. The woman attempts to suppress a grin, but once again finds it incredibly difficult to do so around her couatl friend. Once Svilfon speaks, she shifts her gaze toward the wizard and gives a slight nod. "That's me, and her name is Pinquettki." One of the couatl's red wings unfurls just a bit in effort to make a wave, and yet another explosion of color pours from her mind. Inks glances at Alahir. "What about your friend? Pinquettki seems happy to see them."

Svilfon goes from being a nice relaxed wizard to a seat for two couatl's to twist and dance about each other, joy coming in waves from Alahir, mixing with the flowing colours of Piquettki until Svil cannot help but laugh with genuine good humour. "Come, come, remember... oh, to Sven's balls with it." The wizard, it seems, isn't too eloquent in speech around his newest friend. Unwilling, perhaps, or unable to stop their friendly dance, Svil reaches out, takes them both gently, before placing them on his favourite chair. "Enjoy yourselves." With a grin and another little wave at Pinquettki the wizard turns and walks over to Iinathquohae. Without asking he takes the seat beside her and speaks again. "That is Alahir, first born of Emiur's children." The couatl cannot help but flash his wings a little more at that, he does take pride in being first. But before long he's back to playing with his sister, leaving the wizard to speak again. "And I am Svilfon, Wizard-Knight of Frostmaw, Magister Templi of the Mage's Guild." He tips his hat. "And though her nicknames work well for the queen, I prefer true names." He smiles. "Even as your reptuation precedes you."

Iintahquohae continued watching Pinquettki and her brother play until Svilfon approached, then blinked with surprise. Now this was lucky. Kasyr did mention something about the wizard having a hat. "Really now? Kasyr asked me to meet you some time ago. He said to look out for a hat." Her eyes shifted up to the wizard's hat for a moment before settling back on his face once more. "It's a pleasure," she says. Huh. It was strange having a reputation outside of her work. Sewing the sky must be kind of a big deal, she assumed. She had to admit that it was fun, albeit frightening, to do it, too. "Does it? And my real name is Iintahquohae," the woman eventually says, then adds after a brief pause, "…House Azakhaer's vassal." She still wasn't used to having a title. After readjusting her glasses, Inks glances over at the pair of couatls. "Does Alahir communicate with colors too?"

Svilfon smiles at the woman, the look warm and open; the epitome of wizardly joviality. Though, within the depths of his pale-hued eyes there is a seriousness that is hard to disguise. "Kasyr asked you?," he asks, though the answer is forthcoming when she speaks her own title. "Ah yes, vassal of House Azakhaer. I would suppose that I am a member of that house. The Coterie at least." He shrugs just briefly, unable to really unravel the connections that bind him to Kasyr and the rest of his.. family. "A pleasure." He tips his hat again, before carrying on. "Alahir, when not so excited, can speak... apparently, much to Satoshi's enjoyment, anyone who spends time with a wizard has to be able to talk, or said wizard will lead them into trouble." Svilfon snorts as a wave of joy comes from Alahir; he finds it rather amusing too. "But tell me, Iintahquohae... did you really sew shut the sky? And... could you perhaps unravel bounds that are woven into the fates?" An ambiguous question, perhaps, but that was Svil's way.

Iintahquohae nodded. "He didn't explain why, but said I should." She looked over at Svilfon once more, eyes resting on his hat for a moment. "I can't say that I've ever met a wizard before. I'm glad I've gotten the chance to finally meet you." She isn't sure what to make of his expression before she answered, but decides not to pry. "Pinquettki hasn't spoken yet," the seamstress murmurs. The colorful response from the enthusiastic couatl prompts a grin, however. She really did like the colorful communication. "I don't mind it, though. And yes, yes I did." Inks nods slightly, and her gaze shifts skyward for a moment. "I'd like to do it again sometime. Or try that…" Her shoulders rose with a slight shrug. The thought was interesting, and Inks wasn't one to turn down something that sounded adventurous. "I'm not sure what you mean, but I bet I could give it a try."

Svilfon decides then and there that he likes this seamstress. Though subtle and often quick tempered, rash and always wary, he cannot deny his endearment for those who share that adventerous spirit. So he flashes a bright grin, showing the woman gaps and fangs in equal measure. "Words are not always needed between those who care for each other." He nods then, almost sadly, but it passes as quick as it came. "You can see the world as she sees it; the vibrancy of colours perhaps says what words never could between you and her." Eyes shift then to Pinquettki and the formerly ichthyophagous couatl of his own. "They do have a way about them. Their father would be proud." Again Svil grows silent for a moment, before with an imperceptible shrug of his shoulders he looks once more at Iintahquohae. "I have... perhaps... a task you can help me with... though, I will not lie to you. It will be terribly dangerous. But... I would be indebted to you, and a wizard's debt is something always paid. In one way or another. I will not speak the words here in the open, for such invites disaster. But if you would travel with me some time, lady Iintahquohae, when I am not too tired to gather my thoughts, I will explain to you what I want and you can decide then." He ends the words with another smile.

Iintahquohae nodded. She understood Pinquettki's colors without much effort. Sound and voices all turned to color once they found her ears, and she managed to understand those. If anything, the young couatl's means of communication was easier for her to understand than regular speech. She almost hoped it wouldn't change, though a couatl's voice probably sounded interesting. After mulling over the thought, she shrugged to herself and watched Pinquettki and Alahir again. The younger of the two was feeling particularly playful (and when wasn't she? She rarely ever kept still), judging by the way she continually dipped around table and chair legs in attempt to coax her brother to give chase. The wizard's speech draws the woman's attention away from them, and curiosity begins to grow apparent in her usually blank-faced expression. "Oh?" Dangerous. She had a weird attraction to the word. Now she had to see just how dangerous the wizard's task was. For a moment the events in Vailkrin come to mind, and she recalls her leg-breaking trip in the sewers, then nods slightly. "I'd love to help. I just hope I'll come out of it with the ability to walk still." Her gaze cast downward to the formerly broken leg. Being unable to walk for a time was incredibly frustrating.

Svilfon lets out a brief laugh as he watches Alahir begin to chase Pinquettki around his favourite chair. He finds constant enjoyment in watching the young couatl, doubly so now the two can play together. "If only life was as easy for us all." Those words are spoken quietly, before the wizard again looks at Iintahquohae. "I cannot promise you will be able to walk afterwards, but if you can't I'll carry you around until you can once more." He flashes a brief grin, before turning his head to the side as if he were listening to words unspoken and unheard by all but himself. "But this must wait for another day, lady Iintahquohae. The queen likes you, Pinquettki likes you, and Alahir does too. I share that with them all. I will come for you soon enough, seamstress. And we can discuss in detail that which I'd like." He raises his hand and tips his hat, before speaking across the room to Alahir. "Don't play for too long; come to the library when you're ready." That said, he turns back to Iintahquohae. "I'll leave him here to play a while. He'll be fine. Drargon will look after him." He turns to the barkeep and gets a nod of assurance, before Svil speaks again. "I must go now. But it was a pleasure to meet you, lady seamstress. I hope to see you again soon." Before any reply can come, the wizard simply vanishes into a cloud of smoke that soon delicately floats up to the roof and in almost no time at all dissolves into nothingness.