RP:Meat Eating Blooms and a Jump From the Clouds

Winter Berry Garden (And the clouds)

Daisy is going to a garden party to reminisce with old friends! A chance to share old memories and play their songs again! Mr. Nelson probably won't show up, but that doesn't matter. You see, Daisy knows you can't please everyone. So she pleases herself! And right now that means prancing right on into that little garden there off to the side. Oh she has missed this little bit of earth. Hollow. Dirt? Place. She smiles, inhaling that sweet malanga fragrance that would put normal people into a trance. But the kitten knows better. She put them there, afterall. "I have something for you." Her bag is opened and searched through while a green, ropey vine inches its way through those malangas towards her tiny little foot.

Svilfon is wandering through Frostmaw, seemingly without a care in the world. Though, those who know the wizard best might notice there is a tension about him... mostly caused by his companion this day. Alahir is off with Emielle and Satoshi, telling them stories of his braveness while adventuring with Svilfon, no doubt. So instead of the noble young couatl, a midnight black cat walks beside Svil, turning its head every so often and meowing at him. It's clear Svil understands these... words... for L'or is far more than an ordinary cat. In fact, she is only a cat when she wishes to be. The Matagot is a spirit creature, one which should lead Svil to riches! But sadly, he doesn't care for riches at all. So instead they argue often... it is during one of these 'discussions' that Svil finds himself wandering towards the garden. Beyond the fountain that will not freeze, the wild tundra, the ruins and the library, this is one of his very favourite places. It was here Satoshi stabbed him; here he was freed from the pollution of Colton Black. Yet, what is that before him? Cute, yes. Cuddly, definitely. Furry, without a doubt. A grin that flashes his gaps and fangs splits the wizard's face, and with a muttered word that causes the cat beside him to shift into tendrils of ebon smoke and weave up, until she's somehow vanished into Svil's hat, the wizard gets ready to speak... only, he doesn't. Was that ropey vine reaching for her foot? Does Svil need to be burning down some rather malignant flora?! No, he realizes. It's Daisy, she can handle plants as easy as he handles fire. So instead he merely pauses and watches, a small grin on his face.

Daisy is too busy unwrapping the paper from a large package produced from her bag to really notice much else going on around her. Probably not the best of ideas to have in a place like Frostmaw. Seems she doesn't really need to pay attention to her surroundings anyway. Something always saves her. Well. Not her tail that one time, but what can you do? Druiding is a hazardous line of work. You have to throw yourself out there! Get your hands dirty... literally. Heh. See what I did there? So here she is, getting her paws dirty. White tape on white, waxy paper is clipped with a claw and that paper is carefully peeled away to reveal a neat little pile of meat pieces. They are bite sized and made for stew, but the kitten isn't planning on cooking today. That vine reaches her foot and circles around her calf and thigh, pulling a giggle out of the kitten. "Don't be fresh." The vine squeezes and drops to just curl around her ankle.

Svilfon almost calls L`or back out, just to see if his nose is betraying him. Is that kitten druid, the one who rather likes turning him into wizard-seats, holding meat? It sure smells like it; enough that the wizard has to ensure he's not drooling – it's been a while since he ate. And is that vine... sentient..? He shakes his head, causing a small storm of snowflakes to pour down from the brim of his most magnificently fantastic hat. His mouth opens to speak, but he pauses as he hears the druid talking to the plant... He briefly wonders if it's strange she does, or more strange he finds it normal, before he clears his throat and speaks into the frigid air. “Daisy... when last I was here you were worried that this garden was... corrupted.... now you are... feeding it?” He flashes a grin, his questions merely honest curiosity – he's seen too many strange things in Frostmaw to be too shocked. “And if so, does it mind sharing?” Almost as an afterthought he adds, “And it's good to see you again. It's been too long.” He'd nod at that, and offer the kitty a tip of his hat.

Daisy brightens brighter than you've ever seen the sun shine. You can trust that were she not holding several pounds of raw meat in her paws and tethered a bit by the ankle, that wizard would have been pounced. "Yes." She looks back to where the black circle of death was and smiles. The circle is still there, of course. But instead of an empty hole of nothing, that blanket of green plantyness waves so kindly at the pair. Even the sight is enough to draw some near, especially after seeing so much snow. A second vine creeps up and curls around Daisy's waist before nudging at the paper in her paws. She gives it a little swat and laughs, then tosses a bit of meat to the Kraken Bloom's gaping... face? there in the middle of the garden. "He will share." She lifts the package and offers some to the wizard. "How are you?"

Svilfon is a little... cautious about getting too close to a meat eating, waving plant. But the smell of the meat, added to the carefree sunshine coming from the druid, is enough for him to overcome his mild caution (being safe isn't one of his strong points, anyway). He wanders close, plucks from Daisy's grasp a slab of meat, which vanishes in an alarmingly quick fashion - only Kasyr eats faster, and more than Svil - before he steps forward and places his hand half on the druid's neck, half on her shoulder, and gives it a slight squeeze. "Well. Better after seeing the lady icicle yesterday, and better again after seeing you." The wizard smiles once more, gaps shown amongst the white of his few remaining teeth. "How did you... I mean what is it... where..." He shakes his head, "Do I even want to know where it came from?" He offers her a quiet laugh, before reaching out a hand and touching the vine. He brightens, then! "Have you ever fed it live prey?! I bet that would be fun!" He's a vampire, and of the coterie; casual cruelty is sometimes unnoticed.

Daisy leans into the wizard as she continues to throw bits of meat at the plant there. See vegans? Even nature thinks you're wrong. "Madigan and I created him." You can't just name drop and expect everyone to know who you are talking about, kitten. "She's a friend." I suppose that helps a little, but does it really? I doubt an enemy would help you help the Queen. Unless the enemy is a friend of the Queen's. In that case, a friend of the Queen would be a friend of yours too. Maybe. Never say always! She offers the wizard another piece of meat while that vine he is touching prods at the palm of his hand. "This is a treat." She lowers her chin with a smile bordering devious. She does love animals, but she loves her plants too. Hey, everybody has to eat! "He likes to catch things himself." Told you that himself, did he? Why yes. Yes he did.

Svilfon grins at the kitty as he devours the second piece of meat as quickly as the first. In a somewhat rude fashion, though not really rude considering manners and wizards don't mix, he speaks with his mouth full of food. “I gknomw Magdigngaan.” That was his attempt and writing talking like your mouth is full. Ahem. Food swallowed, he speaks in far more clearer, and easier to write way. “I am glad you fixed the garden. I'm sure lady icicle is, too.” The wizard grins again, “And he... it's a he? And he likes to catch things..? “ The wizard peers a little closer. “What the hell is it?!” There are very few in this world more learned than Svilfon; none when it comes to the archaic, few when it comes to oddities. Yet he's at a loss over this. And very much impressed. In his minds eye the standing of Daisy just when up quite a bit. Nothing impresses wizards like weird things! Except people who casually don't care they are weird!

Daisy is pleased the Wizard and her dryad friend know each other. It isn't a surprise. Amazing people know amazing people, even if they might not get along all the time. There is no reason for her friends not to get along, of course. She giggles, wondering if she tossed a bit of meat to the wizard if he would catch it like the plant does. The plant! Svilfon wants to know what it is. "He, yes he, is Madigan's creation. Kind of like a venus fly trap..." The vine gives Daisy's waist a bit of a squeeze, offended by the comparison to its distant cousin. "... with an attitude." She coos at the Kraken Bloom, tossing more meat to it. The lovely creature purrs at Daisy, sounding very much like a fox's song. Which is fitting since it -is- part Satoshi. "Do you want to feed him?" She makes the offer while wrapping up the meat and tucking it away in her bag.

Svilfon offers the kitten druid a warm smile, even as he shakes his head. "She is an oddity, that one. But I do like her." Svil knows most people, really - especially ones who have talents he can use later. Him and the dryad wandered once through Rynvale, she was stranger than strange, even to a stranger who is also stranger than strange... Svilfon's thoughts confused himself, and his smile fades as he rubes a hand down over his face and forces himself to concentrate. "Feed him? No, no thank you. But I will swing by now and again to make sure he never goes hungry... it'll save the snow queen getting angry at me for feeding her fire wyrm in her tavern..." The wizard adopts a crooked grin, "It's not my fault I feel sorry for any fire creatures in Frostmaw!" With that, he reaches out again and strokes the vine, "You and I, Mr Meat Eating Plant, will get along just fine. I promise not to teleport around you." Great. None in the library, none here. A flammable wizard in a land of ice; he should have known this would happen. But with that said, he turns back to Daisy. "It has been a while; I travelled far, as is the calling of a wizard. But tell me! What has been happening? It seems quiet... which is never good around here. Always it's the calm beneath the storm, though I have a feeling this time I'll be the one throwing the thunderbolts!" He nods firmly; he has plans and victims... it'll be busy for the wizard soon.

Daisy does love Madigan oh so very much. And not just because she felt the dryad up the first day they met! You can't just be a pretty tree with pretty flowers hanging from your branches and expect a kitty druid not to slide her paws up your trunk. You just can't! At least good things came from it. We all like good things! Things like Mr. Bloom here who has slipped a vine into the wizard's sleeve. Daisy gives the vine around her waist a little pat. "I don't know. I have been so busy with this, I haven't done much of anything." Except for Thistle. "I have a student now!"

Svilfon is not at all surprised Daisy felt up Madigan, or wouldn't be if he knew. She was all kinds of grabbing Svil when they first met; Madi, that is. I think they even held hands as they walked, even though Svil usually doesn't like people touching his hands... can be a dangerous thing to a wizard, not having those skilled fingers free. Could explain why his wife is always grumpy. Ahem. In any case, he doesn't stop the vine looking up his sleeve, though he cannot help but laugh when a growl or two comes from the confines of his robes; obviously not appreciating the unexpected company. What it is that growls isn't known; since befriending Satoshi Svilfon has gained quite a few pets. But it doesn't bother the wizard, either – he figures they can sort each other out while Svil talks to the Daisy. “You have a student?!” He grins. “You better be giving them dancing lessons! You cannot teach others how to be like Daisy the Druid without a bit of dancing! It's the law... I read it in the library.” The wizard nods firmly.

Daisy nods excitedly, barely aware of the vine sneaking into her bag in search of that paper package of treats. "Her name is Thistle and she is very..." Grumpy? "... very eager to learn about growing things." And persistent too! Even though the kitten told her that she is still learning herself, the Thistle insisted on being taught. That package is successfully removed from Daisy's bag and torn apart for a yummy good time. The druid allows it, of course, having a soft spot for the darling creature. As for the happenings in that sleeve: That vine lowers as much as a vine could lower in a sleeve and inches forward veeeery slowly, totally wanting to pet whatever is growling at it. "I don't think she is much of a dancer."

Svilfon cannot help but snicker. “It seems your two sets of parents knew what you'd be before you were able to be what you wanted! Thistle and Daisy, the druids. Apt.” He winks at the kitty, though there is no maliciousness, or mockery for that matter, in the look. Svil simply finds it amusing. “Yet... she isn't much of a dancer... that can be changed. I will hunt her down and teach her. Worse comes to worse, I'll just heat up the ground until she's hopping around.. that's close, right?!” Svil grins again. He is oblivious to the goings on in his sleeve – or rather, he doesn't really mind. In the greatest Darwinian fashion, Svil tends to leave his animals and companions to sort themselves out. Except for Alahir, who he protects (and who protects the wizard) And Percy, who he actively chases away. Yet this time, within the confines of his sleeve, protected from the hard bite of the cold by the wizard's constant warmth, is a growling bird. His Merlin Falcon, who he is supposed to hunt with, but instead lets live warm inside his robes. Why does it growl?! Well, he has a goat that's awfully confused as to what it is, so it tends to make the noises of -all- the animals. The Merlin Falcon, a gift from Satoshi, soon learned that if it made tough noises, the goat would shriek and fly away. Clever, it is, though not so clever it doesn't escape the wants of the vine! For soon enough feathers are petted, and within mere moments there's a commotion within the robes as the bird tries to fly away, while Svil yells, “Calm down!”And the vine, Svil swears, laughs at them both!

Daisy smiles adoringly at the Kraken Bloom as it devours the rest of that meat, tossing the wrapper back at the druid so it can be picked up. No littering in Frostmaw! Gotta keep this place clean, you know. The bloom coos and purrs and is becoming more and more handsy... viney... as the wizard/druid love radiates. He wants love too! A vine slips up Svilfon's back to wrap around his head for noggin hugs. Hugs that knock that pointy hat right off the wizard's head. Holy look at that! The hat flips over four times and lands right on Daisy's head. She grins up at Svilfon. "Am I a wizard now?"

Svilfon remembers the last person who touched Svil's hat, who wasn't Satoshi. He chopped off their head and gave it to Joliette Thorne so she could use it as a ventriloquist doll. But no such fate shall befall the druid and bloom, for Svilfon likes them both too much! As the cold air touches the strands of his hair - yes, he has a dull brown hair that's always hidden by his hat - he grins at the druid. "An honourary one, I'll allow... though, I've not yet seen you jump from any clouds! That's the best way to tell." He seems at ease enough with the plant giving him head rubs, though he doesn't allow Daisy to wear the hat for long. Oh no! For sometimes... things come out of that hat, and not always are they friendly. With a deft gesture and some flamboyant skill he scoops the hat off her head, rolls it up his arm, flicks it into the air where it spins twice, before closing his eyes and letting it land once more upon his head. "Ta-da!" He grins. "I really must take you cloud jumping one day soon. It's terribly fun, very dangerous, and most assuredly exciting... as long as you're not afraid of heights... or the ground... or low flying and hungry dragons..." He grins as he spins himself around, disentangling himself from the vine in another deft gesture. He extends his arms and places them on the kitten's shoulders. "They say the trick is not looking down... but there's no fun if you don't look down!"

Daisy likes dragons. And the ground. And fun, dangerous, exciting things. Heights? Ah not so much. She looks up at the sky and those big, fluffy clouds. "I've never been," she manages to breathe out. Barely whispered and all. The Kraken Bloom pulls its vines back, full and drowsy and ready for a nap. Soft little paws reach up to rest on those wrists by her shoulders. "You won't let me fall." It isn't a question. She trusts the wizard and smiles. "We can go?"

Svilfon shakes his head. "I have to let you fall. How else can I catch you later?!" A somewhat crooked grin is born, then. "And I've only ever missed one person... and that was kinda on purpose... but it is fun! Just... no promises you won't turn into a Daisy Pancake... No risk, no reward?!" Not that there's much reward anyway, and a rather lop-sided amount of risk. "But I won't take you if you do not wish to go... but if you wish to be an honourary wizard," And who doesn't?!, "you'll have to."

Daisy looks up at those clouds and then to Svilfon again, back and forth many times before offering him a firm nod. "I do." Like some sort of weird marriage ceremony to an already man! Daisy, you trollop. You sure you're up for this, kitten? Those clouds are very high! And even though everyone likes pancakes, not everyone wants to be one. He'll catch you though. For sure. She nods and throws her arms around the wizard's waist, nuzzling into his belly.

Svilfon is about to begin, before he remembers his promise to the bloom. And his word is iron... well... most the time. So he shuffles his feet under Daisy's, and walks her away from the plant, until they're standing more in the open. He looks up for a moment, before grinning at Daisy. “Be ready.” Eyes shut for a moment, before tendrils of flame wrap around the wizard and druid before tearing them from the ground. The teleport is quick, yet strange; like time has no meaning – an eternal flame that burns, uncaring for the passage of years, and the two dance upon its flickering edge for a lifetime... for a second... forever and yet never... until they appear again in Hollow, high above Frostmaw, held tight no longer to each other, but by the wispy clouds which always float so languidly above the frozen kingdom. For just a moment Daisy would hover there, while Svil is close by, before gravity begins to tug again on them both. Svil relaxes as he begins to fall, enjoying the sense of freedom that cannot be matched – there is no noise but the sound of wind, no feeling but the bite of air. Yet he keeps his wits about him... he would be careful they didn't fall too far before he attempted to save them both...

Daisy lets out a fit of giggles as she is walked over to the clearing. Kind of like she is wearing wizard stilts, only not so high off the ground. Less like stilts, more like shoes. There is always a first time for everything. Why shouldn't her first pair of shoes be of the wizarding variety? Be ready. That warning shuts her eyes tight and then she is quite warmer from before. Who knew teleports were warm? Though it should have been expected, coming from a firewizard. Oh god, where did he go? Her eyes snap open and all she can see is sky... until she looks down. A four letter word that rhymes with truck -as if such things had been invented yet- escapes her lips as she falls. Paws and feet scramble, trying to claw at the air to get to the only solid thing out there. No other words escape her, only tiny whimpering miews. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Svilfon hones his concentration, until the formidable weight of his magic is pushed into a tiny focal point. This is the tricky part, after all. Teleporting quick is somewhat hard, teleporting super quick is very hard, and doing it with a passenger... almost too hard. But this is the way of wizards; if death is not being danced with, then life is not being lived. A philosophy that Svil takes all too far, often. But this is mere distraction, these thoughts - a buzz behind a wall built of discpline. And when he flicks himself around to see the ground rushing up dangerously fast, he screams a series of words in a convoluted tongue. For the second quick time he snaps out of existence, leaving a ball of fire in his wake - he's got too much to do to attempt to control it. When he appears again it is below Daisy, and easily he maneouvers his arms under her, so he's holding beneath her back and under her knees - even as he takes a flailing paw to the face! He's so going to tell people Daisy beats him. Even still, he manages a brief grin, before he teleports yet again. This time a -huge- fireball is left in the air - brighter than the sun it illuminates Frostmaw in an eerie glow for a long moment, before fading - leaving a rare patch of blue sky where the clouds were devoured. Of the druid and wizard, they travel far, yet not so. Vanishing from where they were before they can be squished, and appearing again just above a large patch of freshly fallen, and altogether soft snow. Though they aren't falling as fast as they were, thankfully, the impact is still enough to knock the air from Svil's lungs... but he doesn't mind. His body and the snow cushions Daisy enough that she won't be hurt, even as a huge white flower blooms in spraying powdery whiteness. As it falls again to the ground, Svil grunts once, before whispering... "Did.. you make.. it?" Some people have been known to die from the shock. "Told you... it was fun!"

Daisy curls up against the wizard as soon as she is done feeling bad about punching him in the face. No one is ever going to believe she did it. Even if the bruise is perfectly the size of her tiny fist. There is a brief moment before they poof into a fireball where she settles in the comfort of his arms and just enjoys the moment. That sky. That wizard. Perfect moments are perfect. The teleport sucks her back to reality and beneath a flower of snow. A little 'oomph' escapes her, but not much else. Not dead. Not in shock. "That was so scary," she breathes out. Lifting her chin she presses the softest of kisses on his jawline. "And very, very fun." Don't be fooled. She is still petrified of those heights. But a girl can't deny a fun time when she is shown one!

Svilfon lets out an almost inaudible sigh as he hears Daisy speak, one that is stolen by a soft laugh as she plants her kitty kiss upon his face. “That, Daisy, is but a moment in a wizard's life; scary, so scary, yet oh so very fun.” He nods once, before attempting to sit up. He's a little too sore for it, and add the fact he's got a druid using him now as a wizard-mattress means all he can do is rest back against the snow. He was tired after this; the strains of returning to Hollow, added to the battles he's faced while gone, and then cloud jumping! It's enough to send a wizard almost to sleep, though he doesn't go just yet. Instead he speaks quiet words. “I told you I'd catch you... you were very brave. Daisy, Druidhealerfelinehonourarywizard.” He winks.

Daisy is so excited and happy and giddy and... she purrs softly, nuzzling under his chin before throwing herself off of that mattress and into the snow.

Daisy shouted, "I'm a wizard!"

Svilfon grins at the druid, before closing his eyes and relaxing on the snow. "Honourary wizard!" He winks again, before speaking in a quiet voice. "I have a feeling Thistle won't know what hit her, when next you get together. I hope so, at least!" Wizards do have a reputation for being... special teachers. He is sure she will live up to the fine name. "For now, though, Daisy, I think I must rest... here seems a nice spot!" In truth, he's not entirely sure where he is, or if he could get back to the library. But he's content to lay back - it's cold, but it's Frostmaw! The only warm place here is Svil's chair, and he's sure Satie is secretly making it colder and colder every time he leaves. "You may stay, just... be careful if you see a parrot flying around. He has a habit of finding me when I'm too tired to chase him... and he's so mean he makes the timebug look like a teddy." With that, and another hat tip, Svil would stop speaking and allow his exhaustion to slowly take over.

Daisy should kiss the wizard on the cheek and curl up with him for naps.