RP:Life, Love, And The Pursuit Of Party Planning

Summary: Talyara drops by the cottage to visit with Lanara, and the two play catch up, and after a few moments, they open up about their love life. Taly had entered a relationship with Krice, and Lana is dating Elioyahazer. The sister's gush about their significant others, and then decide to cohost a Samhain celebration in the coming weeks. Getting into full party planning mode, they come up with a brilliant idea to make each others costume, and unveil the surprise attire moments before the actual ball! Before they part, Lana informs her sister that they seemed to have misread Scandal's transformation issue, and Taly agrees to search their mother's grimoire for more information.

Part of the Dragging the Dragon Arc

Talyara had left the blustery cold and snowy terrain of Frostmaw in favor of heading to the more temperate climate of Sage. Autumn had gripped her fingers around the forest though and a cool breeze rustled through the trees and leaves crunched under booted feet as the younger witch animatedly walks through the woods to the cottage behind Lanara’s animal sanctuary. Talyara is dressed in her usual leggings and a deep purple sweater which hugs the softer curves of her body. Her chestnut curls are as unruly as ever, fluttering around her face with each step she takes. In her left hand, she holds a bouquet of sunflowers and when she reaches the door of the home she knocks loudly before testing the doorknob. Thankfully, it’s unlocked and Talyara waltzes inside and announces her arrival. “My beautiful Lana! Your little sister is here to see youuuuu!” she calls before walking into the kitchen to fetch a vase from one of the cupboards. As she is filling it with water she hears a familiar chittering from behind her and the witch narrows her emerald eyes. She stays focused on the noise for a moment, unmoving, before suddenly ducking as Scoundrel, the rambunctious raccoon, launches himself at the younger sister. Unfortunately, due to Taly’s quick reflexes, he misses his target and lands in the sink thus getting completely drenched. This amuses Taly to no end and she nearly bends over double with laughter, her arms wrapping around her middle. This does not deter the raccoon however, and he clambers out of the sink and throws himself at Taly, latching onto her pant leg. Due to her distracted laughter, Taly is unable to block this most recent attack and she squeals. Immediately, the witch begins to hop one legged around the cottage, attempting to kick Scoundrel off of her other appendage. “Get off you mangy raccoon!” she grumbles.

Lanara hears her sister’s singsong voice as she enters the small cottage, and she rolls over, a satisfied smile on her fair face. Thankfully, Eli had stepped out about an hour prior to Taly’s arrival, to better organize the weapons at the guild headquarters. It would be rather difficult to explain why she was sharing her bedroom with the assassin, and she knew that her sister’s line of questions would be unrelenting. It was bad enough that the last time she had seen Taly things had ended horribly. It was at Thalra’s opening ceremony of her tincture shop, and seeing as Lana had been abandoned by her date at the start of the evening, she’d let one of her mood swings take over. A woman had been throat punched, her little sister had been body slammed into the sand, and it was announced over the microphone that it would be best if the witch had left the premises. All within the first fifteen minutes of the ceremony! Slipping from the bed, wearing an oversized flannel shirt, which obviously belonged to Eli, she walks barefoot into the kitchen. The sight before her is the best sort of wake up call, and Lana applauds the rambunctious raccoon as he clings to her sibling’s leg, his fur drenched in water, as he’s nibbling a hole through the pocket of her sister’s pants. Did she have a treat in there? Laughing, Lana finger combs her messy morning locks, and places a chaste kiss to Taly’s cheek, eyeing the sunflowers. “Good morning, my beautiful Taly! The flowers are beautiful! I just love autumn; it always reminds me of home!” Scoundrel gives up on biting Taly’s hip, and he latches onto Lana’s bare leg, the chill of his fur causing her to squeal. “You look amazing. What has you so happy, Sister? Are you in love?!” Of course, Lana would press and press until she gained a suitable answer. There –had- to be more than the threat of witch hunters and the construction of a cottage keeping her little sister in that frozen tundra.

Talyara shrieks loudly as Scoundrel begins to bite at her pockets, the witch grabbing him by the scruff of his neck as she tries to yank him off. “I’m going to get a disease! Get off you mangy rodent!” she hollers at the still chittering raccoon as he continues to assault her. Taly only looks up when she hears applauding and notices her barefoot sister clad in an oversized flannel shirt watching the scene unfold, finding the whole thing delightful as opposed to horrific. She stops her hopping around as the animal empath approaches and places a chaste kiss on her cheek, exhaling a relieved sigh when Scoundrel finally lets go of her leg in favor of latching onto Lana’s. Talyara’s green eyes widen and her mouth opens slightly when her sister questions the source of her happiness and inquires if she’s in love. “Pffft,” comes her offhand response as she moves back into the kitchen area to fetch a kettle to set some water on for tea. “It’s just my favorite time of the year. You know how much I love autumn because it reminds me of Kelvar and of Mother. I always feel closest to her this time of year.” The younger witch busies herself with making some tea as she continues her conversation. “Plus! There’s a special day coming up and we need to discuss what we are going to do!” Beaming Talyara sets the kettle on the fire before elaborating. “Samhai—“ As she turns around she takes in Lanara’s appearance for the first time and squints her eyes. “Whose shirt is that?”

Lanara pulls herself onto the countertop, her bare legs swinging, as her ankles repeatedly bump against the lower cabinets. An apple is plucked from the fruit bowl, and she bites into it, the sound of her crunching consuming the kitchen, as Taly struggles with Scoundrel. She’s amused beyond belief, and as the critter crawls up her legs and onto the counter, he belly flops into the water basin. Clearly, he had enjoyed the impromptu bath that her sibling had introduced him to, and Lana sighs, hoping he wasn’t going to run into the bedroom and dry off on her freshly laundered blankets. She really had to teach him some manners! The flowers are stunning, and she dips her head forward for a sniff, eyeing the bouquet with admiration, as the vase is placed on the counter at her side. “I miss Kelvar, too, Taly… I wish it was eternally autumn here, but it’s not. I wish the seasons didn’t change so quickly.” There’s a hint of sadness in her words, before she ruins their moment of reminiscing by taking another bite from the apple. The witch is suspicious of her little sister, knowing deep down that it’s much more than golden leaves and lower temperatures that has that spark in those vivid green eyes. But, she gives up on poking fun, as Taly mentions a ‘special’ day coming up. That’s right! Lanara’s birthday was on October 18th, and it would be her fourth year of being twenty-six. Was Taly throwing her a big birthday bash, like last year? The half-eaten apple is tossed into the trash, as she rubs her hands together, delighted to plot, when Taly’s words trail off, and she mentions Samhain. “Oh. Samhain? Yeah… I-I guess.” Her little sister didn’t forget her birthday, which was two weeks –before- Samhain, did she?! Her mood is plummeting, until the inquiry about her shirt. It was Eli’s, obviously, but she wasn’t going to tell her sibling that she was dating an assassin! Let her think its Nick’s. Or one of Larz’s that she kept after his death. Carrying on, as though she didn’t hear the comment, she replies eagerly, “Let’s throw a ball! We’ll invite everyone in the realm! Ooh! And let’s make it fun! I’ll design your costume, and you can design mine! It will be a blast!” An orange is then plucked from the bowl, and she focuses on unpeeling it, as she was ravenous this morning.

Talyara moves around the kitchen seamlessly, opening a cabinet and pulling out two mugs and placing them on the counter. She then pulls a jar of loose leaf tea towards her, taking her time to spoon some of the dried plant into pieces of muslim cloth before tying them up and adding them to the bottom of the mugs. Finally, as a faint whistling begins to sound from the kettle, Taly pulls it from the flame and pours the scalding water over her tea concoctions. After adding a bit of honey to each, the younger witch carries a mug over to her sister and places it beside her on the counter before moving to the opposite side of the kitchen so she can more comfortably talk with the animal empath. Taly narrows her eyes once more as Lana completely ignores the question about the oversized shirt she wears. Was it Nick’s? She didn’t recall him every wearing flannel before and he was far too trendy for that. Was is an old one of Larz’s? That one seemed more plausible as he was a good guy who was the apple of his grandparents’ eyes and it would make sense for her to keep something to remember him by. Either way, Talyara opts not to pursue the topic in favor of discussing their Samhain plans. Lana’s slight shift in tone and the brief look of disappointment in her pretty eyes was not lost on the younger witch who hid her smirk behind her mug; Taly had not forgotten her sister’s birthday but she wanted Lanara to think she had. It would make the surprise party all the more exciting! “Ooh, I love the idea of a ball! When we did one a couple of years ago it went really well and it seemed people really enjoyed it. And I’m fine with designing each other’s costumes but please, can you make sure mine is…ball worthy? Remember when you were home from the academy when we were teenagers and we did this? I dressed you as a beautiful fairy and you made me some victim of a catastrophe and you stuck a spongey neck brace on me?” Talyara huffs out an faux annoyed sigh at the memory but there is a small smirk on her lips. A brief silence befalls the sisters as Taly watches her Lana peel an orange and she knows she cannot keep her happiness a secret. “Actually, there is something I wanted to tell you,” she says, placing her mug on the counter beside her. “You were right, it does have to do with me staying in Frostmaw. I’m actually…not staying at the cottage right now. I’m staying at the fort…with Krice.”

Lanara continues to swing her long legs, as her well-manicured nails pluck the peel from the large orange. She can feel the heat in Taly’s gaze as she eyes the flannel shirt, though she doesn’t offer up any information. How could she tell her little sister that she was seeing an assassin? A man that was paid to kill people. The same man that had stood her up the night of Thalra’s opening ceremony, in front of at least a hundred guests. She had already lied and said Eli was in the export business and she even gave a rather odd name. The less Taly knew about the desert born, the better. Plus, their relationship was in the super early stages and she didn’t want to jinx anything. Scoundrel’s head pops out of the wash basin, and he snatches a chunk of orange peel, before darting down the hall with his findings. Lana scowls, knowing full and well that she was going to find rotted peel beneath her pillow in a few days. That raccoon really needed to learn some manners! The topic shifts to the planning of a ball, and being the epic event hostess that she was, the witch perks up, momentarily forgetting her upcoming birthday. “I’m so excited! We should hold it open to the public, so anyone that wants to can come. Costumes will be mandatory! And I’m sure I can find two fierce animals to adopt out to the best dressed. Ooh! I will even make some candy corn cupcakes! And you can make that special margarita that we used to drink at Beltane, in Kelvar!” She’s giddy, bouncing up and down on the counter, her grin turning into a bout of contagious giggles as Taly reminisces about the neck brace costume. “You looked amazing! Remember when that Cupo girl bit you in the shoulder during flute practice? You needed seven stitches!” The laughter continues for several more moments, until Taly delivers some news. –This- was unexpected! Krice wasn’t a homosexual?! He was dating her little sister?! They were cohabitating?! “Wait. You. And. Krice. Are sharing a home? In Frostmaw?” The blush on those high cheekbones, the glimmer in those green eyes, and the shameless smile that Taly wears are all indicators that they –were- in fact an established couple. Gleeful, Lana hurls the fruit at her sister’s head, only to pluck another orange from the bowl and have it follow suit, “How could you not tell me?! You dirty dog, you!” The raccoon sees the flying fruits from the bedroom and he charges down the hall, skids around the corner, and hurtles through the air, giving chase. Thinking they’re tasty balls, he flies at Taly’s face, his soaked fur gliding along his chubby frame, as he aims to collide with the figure of the smaller witch. Lana is clapping her hands, delighted that Krice –finally- made a move on Taly, as it had been –years- that she’d been predicting this very moment. It was –finally- happening! “I’m so happy for you both!”

Talyara watches curiously as Scoundrel suddenly ducks his head out of the water basin, grabs a discarded orange peel, and scampers down the hall to do goddess knows what with it—he probably kept a nest of garbage in the hole in Taly’s wall. The image caused the younger witch to wrinkle her nose in disgust at the thought (and possibly the smell that was permeating her bedroom and her clothing). “Of course we should open it to the public!” Taly agrees, shaking her head in order to better focus on the conversation at hand which was the basic details of the Samhain celebration they were planning to cohost. “You’re better at the advertising and the grandiose gestures of these types of things, but you know I’ll help however I can and I’ll do any of the backend stuff.” The witch bobs her head in excitement as they begin to formulate the plans of adopting out grand beats for the best dressed costumes and the delicious refreshments they would both contribute. “Ooh, I love your candy corn cupcakes! I’ll have to get the very best tequila for my margaritas. If we are going to get tipsy we are at least going to do it on the good stuff!” she exclaims with a chuckle. Talyara looks towards the fruit bowl and selects a ruby red apple, lifting it to her lips and taking a crunching bite as Lanara attempts to appeal to her younger sister, claiming she looked wonderful when she had been dressed as that monstrosity in a spongy neck brace. Talyara rolls her eyes dramatically in an attempt to keep her amusement at bay, but her emerald eyes shine with mirth and her lips soon crack in a smile around the apple, nearly choking on the sweet flesh when Lanara reminds her about their coven sister Cupo, who had bitten Taly’s shoulder so badly that she needed stitches. Instinctively, Taly touches her left shoulder where that thin scar still marred her skin. “She was always losing her mother, too, remember? We were at the festival for Beltane and she kept running around the field screaming ‘Mum’ over and over and over again. And you told me she had left! She was in tears thinking she had been abandoned! High Priest Ohren ended up having to escort her off the premises because she was causing such a scene!” It seemed as though Lana had always been quite the prankster, even as a young girl. The elder sister’s expression sobers as she absorbs Talyara’s confession (in so many words) that her and Krice had -finally- crossed the line beyond friendship. “Well, it’s not a home, per say. He has a standing room at the fort, what with being a warrior and all. Well he wanted me to stay there until my cottage is refurbished and well…one thing lead to another and we talked and—AHHHHHHH!” Talyara squeals suddenly as the first thrown orange takes her by surprise and beams her right in the cheek, the heaviness of the fruit immediately causing a red welt to swell on her skin. Thankfully, she is more prepared for the second assault and manages to duck her head before it can make contact and cause yet another bruise. This orange smashes into the cabinet door and splits causing juice to spill over the counter. “I did tell you!” Talyara says in an exasperated tone. “I just did and your instinct is to assault me with citrus fruit?!” Taly picks up a nearby spoon and examines her upside-down reflection in the curved metal and sighs when she sees the inflammation. “It’s still a new thing for us and I didn’t want to tell you in a letter.” Her moment of tension only continues as Scoundrel comes flying back in the room and launches himself at the younger witch. She is ready this time, however, and Talyara pulls the cabinet door open just before he makes contact with her body, creating a barrier between witch and rodent. Unfortunately, the rambunctious raccoon smashes into the wood instead of Talyara and falls back, conscious, but dazed from impact. Once Taly is sure he isn’t dead (and won’t attempt to tackle her again), her green eyes lock with her sister’s chocolate hued ones and she beams, happiness practically radiating off of the younger witch. “Thank you! I really am happy. More happy than I ever thought I would be.” Talyara sighs wistfully as her mind drifts to the silver haired enigma before she levels a narrowed stare at her sister once more. “You sure you don’t want to tell me what suitor that plaid shirt belongs to?” she inquires with an arched brow. “I won’t push it, but you know you can tell me anything. And I want you to find happiness as well. If anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

Scoundrel smashes into the kitchen cabinet with a resounding ‘bang’ face first, and it’s a good thing he has a black band of fur around both eyes, because he’d surely be sporting visible injuries otherwise. He twitches on the floor, back legs stiffening at awkward angles, and both witches move in, thinking the poor varmint was taking his final breath. Instead, he shoots up like a sunflower, hisses at Taly, and starts to foam at the mouth. It’s not a form of rabies, he just happened to bite his tongue during the wooden assault and it was mixing with the inner meat of the orange peel and his saliva. Lanara doesn’t look too concerned, as the dejected raccoon limps from the kitchen and storms into Taly’s bedroom. The younger witch was definitely going to find a surprise packed in the form of excrement beneath her pillow. Lana applauds the fact that her sister and Krice finally made things official, and the way she’s beaming, Taly would certainly know that the enigma meets her elder sibling’s approval. He wasn’t a blood sucker, and she never heard any rumors about him being the unfaithful sort. Plus, he saved both of their lives countless times their first year in the lands. And one time he even leant Lana his coat…Whatever happened to the leather trench coat? She pales, as it dawns on her that it was –his- coat that she had blown herself up in, two years prior. Oops! Maybe she’d sew him a nice neck warmer for the holidays as he was living in Frostmaw and could use some warmth. Chocolate hues sparkle as they reminisce about their days pranking poor Cupo, though Lana makes certain not to comment on High Priest Ohren. She was infatuated with the man during their magical exercise classes, and one time they were casting a spell together which pulled the nails from a door frame, and she could –swear- he was going to kiss her right on those sangria stained lips… But he hadn’t. Instead, the famed coach ran off with a dragon, and they had draconian triplets with massive dinosaur shaped heads. Mongoloids. The memory make Lana shiver, and she returns the conversation to the ball and the new information on her sister’s love life, “Yes! Your margaritas and my cupcakes. This ball will be a blast! So, I will design your costume, and you will design mine… But, I think we should make it a tad more personal. What if you dress me as one of my many personality traits? Or how you really think of me? And I will do the same for you!” Already, Lana is imagining her innocent little sister as a chaste angel, though maybe she wasn’t so ‘chaste’ anymore since partnering up with the enigma. Would Krice wear a costume? Did he like balls? Lana honestly can’t remember if he attended such frivolous affairs, so she adds, “I’m so happy that you and Krice –finally- found love with each other. I have been shipping you since day one! It’s about time! And…” Lowering her gaze to the flannel shirt, a hint of color rises in her cheeks, “Remember that fellow that I brought to Thalra’s opening? Well… We obviously made up that night… We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks. He’s been staying here until he finds a place. We’re, uh, sharing my room.” As well as his clothing. Meals. And obviously much more! “He’ll be celebrating Samhain with us… I’m sure you’ll see him again at the ball.” She deliberately leaves his name unsaid, as he was a killer for hire, and he preferred to keep his identity a secret.

Talyara winces as Scoundrel bounces against the cabinet, ricocheting off it rather aggressively before collapsing on the ground. She carefully leans over him with Lana only to jump back when he shoots up and hisses in her direction. The rambunctious raccoon shamefully walks away to most likely leave the most unbecoming of gifts for the younger witch who tries not to think about it. Despite her annoyance at the critter, she didn’t wish him any serious harm and she watches as he walks down the hall away from the sisters. However, Talyara’s expression softens into a girlish smile, her cheeks coloring bashfully, as Lanara’s antics indicate that she is more than pleased at the news of her and Krice’s involvement. She knew that her elder sister wasn’t all that thrilled with some of her past lovers, so she was happy to know that she wouldn’t have to endure her sister hounding her about finding someone else. Talyara places her now empty mug in the basin and begins to wash it out with some soap and a rag as the conversation turns to the ball and the younger witch bounces on the balls of her feet in excitement. “Yes, it’s going to be so much fun, I can’t wait!” At Lanara’s suggestion about making their costumes a little more personal, Talyara’s mind is already reeling. She doesn’t need another moment of thought to know that she is going to dress her sister up as a devil. Always a mischievous prankster, it would be the perfect ensemble for her! A sexy red dress that would show off that legendary derrière with some sparkly horns atop her pretty head as an accessory. A pitchfork would also be needed but the younger witch wasn’t entirely sure she trusted her sister with such a weapon. She’d have to think of some way to Lana-proof it to prevent any injuries (probably to herself). The animal empath’s words about finding love with Krice pull Taly up short from her costume planning thoughts, and she nearly chokes on air, devolving into a fit of coughing as she tries to find her breath again. “Love?! Well, that’s, uh, a very, very strong word for something as new as we are. We are just…enjoying our time with one another.” Talyara’s cheeks burn even hotter but thankfully Lanara chooses then to confess the real owner of the flannel shirt she wears and she pauses the washing of her mug and glances over her shoulder at her sister through a curtain of chestnut curls. “…You’re dating a man named Excrement?!” She asks teasingly before dissolving into a fit of giggles. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I know his name is Eggbeater.” She returns to her washing before placing the mug in the in the drainboard to dry before turning to face her sister, crossing her arms over her chest. Taly observes Lana for a few quiet moments before a small smile curves itself on her lips. “You look content,” She muses. “I’m glad to see you happy again. And if Elderberry does it for you, so long as he treats you properly, I approve.”

Lanara is already eyeing her sister’s magnificent bust, a wicked gleam in her hues, as she smirks. Her sneaky sister was likely hiding the fact that she was jonesing for the enigma for quite some time, so she’d be sure to add something inappropriate to the mix of her costume. The fruit bowl is eyed once more, an inside joke between the sister’s, which involved Lana’s first intimate encounter ever, and she knows just what to do to make Talyara blush in the company of Krice. Perhaps a not so innocent angel would be the perfect display on Samhain!? How would she make the wings? Did all angels have to have wings? Taly’s bosom would steal the show, of course, so wings would only take away from her cleavage. Lana’s already committing her sister’s measurements to memory, though knowing the witch, she’d get it all wrong, and Taly’s corset would be busting at the seams from the upstairs girth. Snatching a handful of grapes, she nearly chokes as she chuckles at the younger sister’s need to busy herself with the washing of a mug, clearly hoping to dodge the ‘L’ word, at all costs. Being the brat that she is, Lana slides from the counter and hands off her own mug for a rinse, while wrapping Taly into a loving embrace from behind. “I love you. I give Krice my full consent to court my –favorite- person in the whole wide realm. However, if he breaks your heart, I promise to break each one of his fingers, followed by his toes, and finally his neck.” Taly would fill Lana’s lips curving into a smile, as she presses a chaste kiss to her cheek. She wouldn’t really harm Krice if things went south, unless he did something ungodly to her sister. Emrith, however, was another story. If Lana had the displeasure of seeing that cretin again, well, he’d be peeing in a bag for months to come, or worse, definitely a possibility of her actions resulting in his death. This has the witch grinning wide, before she bursts into a fit of laughter at her sister’s mocking of Eli’s name. It certainly was a mouthful, she’d grant it that, though she doesn’t correct Taly, or issue his actual name. Eggbeater. Enema. Eczema. Elderberry. They all were worthy, if it managed to keep his true identity a secret. “I, uh, I am content. I’m actually really happy with my desert man.” Her arms fall from Taly’s shoulders, and she clears her throat, looking everywhere but into her sibling’s eyes. Was Lana in love?! A faint blush creeps into her cheeks, and as her gaze trails to Kuruni’s grimoire, she points, “Taly! I was looking through Mother’s book of shadows the past few days… And apparently she did a bunch of research on the shifting, particularly with dragons! I’m not sure exactly how to explain this to you, let alone to Scandal… But, I think that maybe we misinterpreted things. It’s not that he’s feeling pain with shifting from one form to the other… I think that during his hibernation he repressed his abilities! He’s feeling mental anguish, and trying –not- to shift, even when it’s necessary! So, his mind flips on this switch which creates pain throughout his body. It’s both psychological AND physical. And that means that our idea of enchanting a talisman, which lets him go longer between forms… Won’t work. At all.” Her lower lip juts out in a pout, as she shakes her head, almost feeling Scandal’s anguish. “I think that we have to get the rest of the items. And perform a ritual. Maybe we can awaken the memories that he repressed… Remind him how to shift, and to mask the pain. Would you mind going through some of it, Taly? You’ve always been better at reading Mother’s handwriting, and you have a gift for researching effective spells. While you’re working on that, I’ll scope out some areas where we can host the ball, and I’ll stop by Gordyn’s to see if he’s available to cater, as well as by Nick’s, to see if the Backstreet Bards want to entertain.”

Talyara is trying really, really hard not to dwell on what might be brewing in Lanara’s mind in terms of her costume. She isn’t sure whether or not she would prefer for her sister to put actual effort into it or not—no effort was probably safer. Potato sacks, while not flattering or stylish, would still cover her, at the very least. When the elder witch moves towards her sister and offers her empty mug, Taly takes it without a second thought and immediately begins to clean it. Growing up Lanara had often pawned off her chores on Taly, reminding her that if she wanted to be on the good side of karma it was imperative that she do favors for people without giving them any lip about it. Of course, Talyara being the naive young girl that she was and taking her sister’s words as absolute truth, never turned down a favor or request. When the animal empath embraces her little sister from behind and utters her words of approval Taly looks over her shoulder and smiles. It wasn’t that she would have ended things with Krice if her sister didn’t like him; however, it certainly made the whole ordeal at lot easier. Still, the thought of Lanara breaking every bone in the warrior’s body is enough to make her chuckle and shake her head—he was a fierce fighter and while she had no doubt in her sister’s slaughtering skills, he was adept with his swords. It would have been an interesting battle to say the least, but Taly knew the silver haired enigma would never do anything to hurt her and thusly was safe from Lanara’s wrath. The talk of Emrith draws a wrinkle of her nose as he was a sensitive topic indeed! Had she told her sister about the vampire’s request to be with her again? Talyara is just finishing up the drying of Lana’s mug when the latter suddenly becomes very bashful when speaking of her contentment with the mysterious desert-born. The younger witch arches a brow in her sister’s direction but makes no audible comment. If she suspected that her sister was once more feeling the euphoria that comes with loving another (which she did), well, she doesn’t say a word. When the sanctuary matron points to Kuruni’s grimoire suddenly and changes the topic to her research pertaining to Scandal’s affliction, Taly turns around completely and leans the small of her back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. Lana and Taly had been given identical copies of their mother’s grimoire. To anyone else, the tome would appear as a decent sized book; however, the magic within hid from view the fact that the books contained all the grimoires of the sisters’ ancestors for centuries! It was no wonder that despite having been reading it for as long as she could remember, she would miss something like this! Talyara furrows her brow and releases a heavy sigh. “Well that would make sense, especially if shifting isn’t the thing causing him pain. Maybe we can perform a modified past life regression spell? While it’s technically not a past life, it was so long ago for him it seems like it’s mimicking what others experience when they are trying to resolve issues from their previous lives.” The little witch lifts her thumb to her mouth and nibbles on her nail as her mind drifts to various past life regression spells she’s performed previously. Lana’s voice pulls her from her reverie and Taly gives her head a shake, finally comprehending what her sister is saying. “Right. My copy is back up in Frostmaw, but I’ll look over her research and the various rituals we’ve done. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out something to help our brother and finally relieve him of this pain!” The added comments about the party planning are met with a sweet smile and Taly wraps her arms around her sister in a loving embrace once more. “That sounds perfect, Sister! I better get going. I have a costume to plan and sew and now a bit of dragon information to research! Let’s meet up for lunch soon to finalize our plans for…well everything!” She quickly plants a chaste kiss on Lanara’s cheek before grabbing her cloak and handing for the door. Just as she crosses the threshold, she pauses to peer over her shoulder. “I hope the Sandman makes a great orange juice,” she teases with a wink before turning on her heel and disappearing into the forest.