RP:Oat-Deal For Breakfast

Summary: Lanara heads to the Fallen Star Inn in Venturil for their famous oatmeal, and finds that there are few available places to sit. She happens upon Scandal, and the two share a delicious breakfast together, discuss the absurdness of attraction, and strike a little deal. Scandal vows to keep Lanara and Eirik's engagement a secret from Talyara, and in turn, Lana will enchant an amulet for the dragon to lengthen the time between his transformations.

Scandal sat at a table in fallen star Inn. The bar maid brining him a rum, and smileing at him. As she turns away Scandal finds himself glancing at her as she moves off. And shudders taking a gulp of the rum, and holding it in his mouth to distract himself. Scandal had gotten himself a shave, cutting off his beard, at least that was the best way to put it, Clean shaven. On the table is a thick book, which he has been reading through finding the knowledge in it to be fascinating and exciting trying to make sense of it all. At some point he needed to get this to Lionel, as it was meant for him, from its previous owner. Also beside him is a sketch, not the best, but still something, rather his design of a woman he was thinking about, a nonexistant one, but something to avoid keeping the information all caged up inside. "Why did this have to happen?" He thinks back over what had happened with that woman at the bar, and the fight that broke out, and remembers that he did that to save her with no strings attached, and now sorely wishes that could be now, because now this was an all knew way of thinking, and he hated it.

Lanara steps into the tavern, and immediately undoes the shawl around her neck, and slips from her oversized coat. After hanging both on a peg, near the door, she studies the bustling crowd, and does a double take as she spots Scandal. The dragon looked almost depressed today, clean shaven, and he was deeply engrossed in a thick book which sat upon the table. Lana doesn’t want to interrupt, but seeing as he’s the only one here that she is acquainted with, and that there is limited seating, she wanders over to the table and rests her hand atop the vacant chair. “Mind if I sit with you, Scandal? I’m starving and this place serves the –best- oatmeal. They even put berries and nuts on top!” Of course the elf would be excited over having berries in her oatmeal, as the rest of Venturil were mostly meat-eaters, and not that she had anything against a nice steak or chicken dish, but she preferred her fruits and vegetables. Perhaps, it was the forest maiden in her? Her chocolate hues eye the sketch of the woman at his side, and she can’t help but crack a small smile. It had to take him at least three hours to work on the shading, at least. “I didn’t know you were an artist. Who is she?” She remains standing, waiting to see if he would invite her to sit with him, while she’s puzzled over the drawing of the woman, and the large tome.

Scandal looked up to see Lanara. He cracked a small half smile. "Of course, you never need to ask to sit with me. Its always welcome." As he penciled the drawing of the woman and Lanara asked about the Drawing he replied. "Its nobody in particular, I doubt such a woman would exist against the many eraser marks." He chuckled softly, as the paper did indeed have many, many erased areas and redos. "I am not an artist, but I was up in the Avian city and their was an intern i met on the road from the college and she showed me how to use a pencil. "I am just trying to get out what I need to get out, I would wish not to burden anyone by the bed, if you catch my drift, nor put them at risk of unintentional labor" He listened to what she had said about the oatmeal. "If its as good as you say, I'll order some with you." The drawing, however does depict an elven woman, who is seated at a bar, and maybe strangely similar to somone lanara knows very well. Though the lack of artistic detail might leave her to guess, who it might be, if her sister told her.

Lanara lowers herself into the offered chair, and crosses her long legs, before lifting her dark hues to settle on Cuthwine as he approaches, to take their order. “Two bowls of your famous oatmeal, please, and I’ll have a glass of orange juice…” She shifts her gaze to Scandal, to see what his beverage of choice would be, before she nods to the innkeeper and he leaves to fetch their breakfast. Once he departs, Lana twirls the parchment so that she may eye the woman closely, and she quirks a brow, a hint of confusion in her gaze. “Scandal. I could be wrong, but this woman resembles my younger sister, Talyara. She’s a witch, about an inch shorter than me, with vivid green eyes, and she has a knack for finding trouble. Have you met Taly? Are you being truthful that this is just some ‘random’ elf that happens to closely resemble my sibling?” Snagging her lower lip between her teeth, she returns the picture to the dragon and half-smirks as she catches his gaze. “Spill the beans, Mister!” As she awaits an answer, Cuthwine returns with their order, along with a plate of caramel apple fritters. “It’s on the house, Miss Lanara. Courtesy of your betrothed. Enjoy your breakfast, you two.” He gives a short bow, and retreats to stand behind the bar, catering to the other patrons. The pastries are eyed with a hunger, that of a starving need to fill her empty stomach, and one of a carnal nature. Somehow her fiancé knew how to satiate her every need, and this was a perfect addition to her meal. Eirik, of course, had a tab at the tavern, and had made certain that his favorite treat would always be served to his leading lady. She maintains her composure, and slices a piece of the fritter from the end, and takes a dainty bite, before sipping at her juice. “You’ve been to Schezerade, Scandal, for art lessons? I used to teach there…. Up until about a month ago. I had to take a leave of absence after I injured my back. I was a dancer. I taught ballet, freestyle, and uh, exotic dancing. I also worked with the cheerleaders. It was a wonderful job, and I grew very close to Brennia. But… Nothing is meant to be forever…” Lana trails off, not mentioning how she had broken her back, or what had severed the bond between herself and the school, or what had happened to the late Headmistress.

Scandal resitutates himself as he applys a little detail before erasing and trying again at the artwork. "I'll have a soft apple cider." He said implying the non alcholic kind. As soon as Cuthwine left, he responds after Lanara steals a peek at his drawing. "Your sisters? Oh, that makes sense now, Yes I met your sister, briefly, it was at a bar, she was under assualt by some seamen, things escilated into a bar fight, for which she ended up having to go to a healer for, and I didn't see her again, but she later wrote to me, a note of thanks, and I learned her name, and she learned mine." He said before noting the carmal Apple fritters, "Thank you, sir." he replied to Cuthwine. Scandal was slightly less tempted by the Candied Apples, but only because some healers had sought him out along the lines, well he needn't think on that, it was upsetting enough. "I have been to Avian city yes, I didn't take an art class though, I merely observed another artist outside of the college do pencil work, thus why I am not able to get your sister exactly right." He tried to smile, and found it difficult, "I met Brennia, first at a bar then in her city." He said this simply as matter of fact.

Lanara spoons some oatmeal into her mouth, purrs in contentment, and daintily chews. She listens to Scandal’s explanation of how he had met her sibling, and she shakes her head, though a smirk teases at the edges of her mouth. “Assaulted by seaman? Causing a riot in a bar? That sounds –exactly- like my little sister.” Rolling her eyes, she readies another spoon of the delicious oatmeal, and stifles a giggle. “Taly is a doll, and I love her so much. She’s the best little sister that I could ever hope for, but she has a way of finding trouble, wherever she goes. I’m grateful that you were there to rescue her, Scandal, thank you.” Pausing, she lowers her spoon, and her dark hues scan the dragon’s face. “If you happen to speak with my sister again, and mention that you and I are friends… I would be grateful if you’d keep silent on one matter…. My engagement. I haven’t told Taly, just yet, and I’m waiting for the right moment to break the news. I’m unsure how she’ll take it, to be honest, as she’s not overly fond of Eirik. But maybe she’ll be happy for me, and delighted that she’ll be my maid of honor. I’m not certain. So… Can we just keep that between us, for now?”

Scandal being aware of the oatmeal that was now beside him, he took a spoon and chewed. "Thats actually pretty good." Noticing her smirk, as she talks of her sister, "Your welcome" He said responding to her thanks, "I dunno when Talyara and I will speak again, but I will be mindful not mention your current engagement, you have my word," He eats some more of the oatmeal, and puts down his pencil, "I take the dislike implys something in reference to witches?" He said shrugging, to which the audible sound of bones cracking and creaking could be heard, "Ugh, I would kill for a remedy for better transformation abilities, I hate having to revert back into a dragon state every 16 hours."

Lanara continues to eat her oatmeal, relishing at the maple flavoring, and the texture of the apples and almond shavings. If there was one thing she truly enjoyed about living in Venturil, it was the food! She even managed to gain five pounds in the past month, as she wasn’t giving dance lessons, and the calorie content was so much higher in the food in this region of the lands. The minutes tick by as she finishes the remainder of her breakfast, and she smiles appreciatively at the fiery haired humanoid. Scandal was becoming a true friend, and although she didn’t entirely understand his affliction with puberty, his digestion techniques, or the depth of his dragon abilities, she found that she was becoming quite fond of her newfound friend. Plus, he was willing to keep her secret engagement, between the two of them. The witch loved to make deals over breakfast, as she was ever the business-savvy femme fatale! “Um. Yeah. Something like that…. Eirik used to, uh, hunt and murder witches. It was sort of his profession, for many, many, years. Then he was cursed with empathy and he fell in love with me, an actual witch, and he’s reformed. But Taly… She wouldn’t understand. I’m hoping the two of them become friends, or that she’s able to see his feelings are sincere, before I inform her of the wedding. Plus, we want a long engagement, so I’m not in a rush to fill her in, just yet.” Pausing, she tilts her head to the side, and dabs daintily at her lips with a napkin. “How is your attraction to women, going? Are you having more control over yourself, or still struggling? And… I may be able to help with your transformation abilities… Perhaps we can enchant an amulet, so that you can transform at will?”

Scandal whether Lanara knew it or not, felt a strong friendship begining. Listening to her story about Eirik, Scandal nods with some understanding, "If I were so fortunate to find myself engaged, I think I would desire the same." When it comes to the question, he sighs, "I don't know how you are able to ignore it, I find myself looking at just about every pretty girl that walks by, but I have to believe that my own respect for women is what keeps me from acting on primal instinct, it’s a struggle, but one I am willing to bear." Then in regard to the transformation he lights up, "You think its possible? I would really enjoy being able to go more than 16 hours without having to change, last mage I talked to, said that perhaps in a hundred years I may be unable to transform, due to how large I have become, my body won't be able to handle the differences in size. So yes I do hope that could work."

Lanara leans back in her chair and raises her brows, pondering his inquiry about increasing the time on his transformation from human to dragon, and vice versa. “Hm… I don’t see why it can’t be done. I will consult with my sister on this, and read some notes in my late mother’s grimoire. I also know of an enchanter or two that I can discuss this with, and perhaps they can provide further insight. Once I know the ritual, you will gather the necessary items, and we will prepare everything together. I can probably triple the time, between your transformations, as all good things come in threes, and it’s a very powerful number. A number that us witches live by, in fact!” She smiles, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as she lowers her voice. “It’s fine for you to admire women, Scandal. Attraction isn’t such an awful thing. You’ll learn your true sexual preference, and what sort of mate you hope to attract. The key is to be subtle. Look, but don’t stare. Steer clear of developing feelings for someone that is in a committed relationship. And try to only be with one woman at a time, as not to hurt feelings. It’s easy to get to that next step in your life, but it’s all about balance. I’m not the best to ask for advice on that… I haven’t been attached to many men, and I’m engaged, right now… But you’ll meet the right one.” The witch rises to her feet, and smiles wide at the dragon. “I’m off. But thank you for joining me for breakfast. And it’s a deal! Remember? I’ll help to make you an amulet, and you keep my engagement from my sister!” Chuckling, she shakes her head. “I’ll meet you back her next week, same time. We’ll have oatmeal and go over the ingredients we need to enchant the amulet. Take care, Scandal!” Lana gives a curt nod, collects her coat from the peg, and leaves the Inn.