RP:Sunshine in a Frozen Garden

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Winter Berry Garden

Svilfon is wondering around Frostmaw in a bit of a daze. He had left the couatl eggs, as well as Alahir, in the library with Satoshi. But much has happened and the poor wizard needed some time to clear his thoughts. So he wandered, lost, letting his feet direct him... yet when he enters into the garden it's no surprise to the wizard that this is where they led. For he loved this place more than almost any other... even though standing here burns his stomach where Asorial ate some of Colton Black's malevolence... he likes it anyway! This is a cold, hard city; a city of war, of frost and ice... it's always nice to know a garden can grow in such an inhospitable place. Gives the wizard hope.


And what else is there to greet the lovely wizard? Kitten butt. That's right. Tail swishing in the air, the little feline has her nose inches from that black circle of death. There is a spoon gripped in one paw that you can see and her other paw is clutching something you can't see. "I hate you," she growls quietly at the magic. If you've ever seen hate, anger, evil... it is nothing compared to the venom sweet, sunshine Daisy spits at this thing that doesn't allow life to happen.


Svilfon hides the smile that forms on his face as he sees Daisy and instead clutches at his chest like his very heart had been skewered. "And here, after our dance, I thought you liked me." He flashes the briefest of winks, one so fast that it may or may not have even been there, before he steps a little closer, peering rather nosely at what she's doing. Social tact is not a trait of wizards!


Daisy scowls and stabs the magic circle with her spoon. "Don't you talk back to me!" That was not the circle of death speaking, kitten. Oh! The feline's horrific scowl is instantly transformed into the brightest of grins for the wizard. The wink was missed, but that is okay. "Svilfon." She sits back on her feet (kitten rump in the snow is not comfy at all) and sighs heavily. "Your light makes me happy." Stupid black magic. Why do vampires have to fight!?


Svilfon offers the druid a grin, flashing his gaps and fangs in equal measure. He blocks out the pain from the scarred wound which was caused right here, and instead meanders over and sits down (wizard rump in the snow is really quite comfy!). Legs crossed, he reaches into his robes, deep into his robes, and rummages around. It takes a moment or two – he keeps a lot in there! - before he pulls out a spoon of his own. “So, what're we eatin'?... and it's good to see you too, Daisy. A little warmth in this icy place is always nice, just... don't tell Satoshi I said that.” He grins again.


Daisy smiles. For real. Sometimes you have to wonder about the genuineality of those types of things, but not this time. She lifts up her spoon then looks over at that circle there. Daisy has been meaning to give it a name so 'circle of death' isn't used so much. Maybe she'll just call it cod for short. "Not eating. Stabbing." She points the spoon at cod. "Forks and swords just make it mad and super draining. It doesn't touch me through the spoon."


Svilfon likes it when Daisy smiles. Just a little more sunshine in his life, especially now when there are many storm clouds vying to be the one to rain upon whatever parade the wizard happens to be planning. So he returns it with one of his own; one more free of stress than any he has shared since the hatching of Alahir. “Stabbing with a spoon? You could have at least used a spork.” Sadly, the wizard doesn't have a spork. Considering he mostly eats victims in the dead of night – it's a vampire thing! And sometimes he says sorry to their corpses.. honest! - sporks are not a high priority. Nevertheless! He carries on, “Things never grew the same here... not for a while now...” As he speaks, his voice grows more sombre, more serious; a rarity for the wizard, but he does like this place a lot. “Hatred and anger, pain and suffering.. and worse, a love... a need for these things... they are what it is, lady druid. You cannot combat it with its own weapons... so do not hate it... it would be like hating the sun for giving you sunstroke. Instead... perhaps...” He trails off. He really has no idea what to do instead!


Daisy blinks at the wizard. Several times in fact. All this time she has been battling the magic. Fighting it with weapons and hatred and anger. "Svilfon... You are brilliant." She turns back to the magic and sets the spoon down beside it. "I've been trying to grow things 'at' it. Maybe there is something I can grow 'with' it." Back on all fours, she dares a tiny bit of her littlest finger. Whispered words of praise and encouragement drift over that frosty air. "Poisons can be beautiful too... maybe the queen can use them."


Svilfon isn't really brilliant, though he does like the praise. He responds with a slight grin, though he doesn't immediately speak. He had planted the seed, as it were, now it was the time to let Daisy grow her own solution to the problem. A little nudge; that's what wizards are best for! Unless you're standing really close to a cliff edge. Pale eyes watch as the druid leans in close to it, after she sets down her mighty cod-fighting-spoon-of-death-and-destruction. "Poisons are useful, yes, especially in the hands of a queen..." The words are more whispered than spoken; merely echoing the thoughts of Daisy. "Just 'ware, druid, for some plants will strangle the life from all those around them." Svilfon didn't want the whole garden to die, especially if it was obliquely his fault!


Daisy would never create a garden that destroyed everything. Er. Not on purpose anyway. So she will most definitely be extra super careful not to ruin Satoshi's garden. Those wizard whispers mull around in her head for a moment before she sits up and flings herself at the wizard himself. Arms go around his neck in a full-on kitten glomp. "I am so glad you came by today!" And that, my friend, is a pouncleattackcuddleadore.


Svilfon was sitting rather sagely; he was a long silver beard away from looking exactly like a wizard of old: wise and distant... well, if he had all his teeth. Why do those wizards always have such shiny teeth?! Seriously, you're not a wizard unless you've cut down a tree or two with your face. But off the subject of wizardry, his sagely sitting is squashed by a surprising Miss Sunshine! He's enveloped in kitten-glomp from head to toe, and he can't help but laugh, “I always show up when I'm needed most, lady druid. It's a wizard thing.” Oopsie, back to the subject of wizards. Well, at least Svil said it, not me. He reciprocates the hug with one of his own, though he doesn't drop his spoon – hey, that almost means Daisy and Svil spooned! - before he speaks again, “You are a fine friend to the queen, Daisy. She will appreciate this...” His words shift, then, to a serious whisper which is spoken into Daisy's ear; any tickling of said ear by his breath isn't his fault! “Always, always remember, druid, that evil's strength is that it tricks good into using its weapons... it corrupts, it spreads, and soon you have a group of men killing each other in the faux-name of love.” Okay, the last ticklish ear-air was his fault, but that's only to let his seriousness pass.


Daisy's furry arms keep themselves wrapped tightly around that wizard's neck. Beard, teeth, hair... blah! Who needs them to be an awesome wizard?! Blarg on them and their hairs. Daisy is furry enough for the both of them. Her ear cocks to the side with a giggle erupting from the feline as she curls up in the wizardly lap. Being small means people don't mind if you're in their lap. She looks to the left and then to the right and then to the left again before whispering softer than the softest secretive whisper, "I don't really know how to fight with weapons."


Svilfon finally gets a taste of his own medicine. He has no social tact, and goes about doing whatever he wants whenever he wants to do it. And it seems like his furry companion lives life by the same motto. For a moment ago we had a sagely looking wizard, and now all we have is a kitten seat! With a nice hat, though. Can't forget the hat. When words are so conspiratorially whispered the usually loquacious wizard is left without a word to say. Rare it is for any to come to this city who're not skilled in the weapons of war. Finally he manages to sort out his thoughts enough to speak, “Well, luckily, miss Daisy, creator of wizard-seats, you have me around. And I am a wizard-knight!” He nods in a knightly fashion. “So as long as you can make things grow, and fix this place... I will ensure you never need to learn.”


Daisy has plenty of social tact and is actually quite polite when it comes to strangers. But this wizard is considered a friend, even though they only shared the one dance, and he will be treated as such for Daisy has a nice hat as well. Only it is more fitting for a druid while wizards are befitted with wizard hats. What was I doing? Oh right. Green eyes! They brighten and shimmer like in the cartoons when kittens are super happy. "Oh, I can make things grow." She gives him a firm nod. "And I can heal too. I'm very good at it."


Svilfon has no social tact with anyone. Probably half the reason he has had his teeth knocked out, and set more than one person on fire. And so though he is tasting his own medicine, it's like Mary Poppins has dropped in a tea-spoon of sugar, for it goes down rather well... as can be seen by the wizard not pushing Daisy off into the snow! "I wonder... can you heal the undead?" For fear of being nagged by the lady icicle for not getting it fixed, the wizard has cast a minor illusionary spell upon his face. But beneath it are wounds caused by dragon's blood... one of the few things which take a long time to heal on a vampire. He was going to just murder a village or two, eat until he can't walk, and let his body heal itself. But he would seek alternatives first. "Could.. you heal vampire?"


Daisy's lips curl into the most devious of smiles. "Actually..." She turns in that sugarfed wizard's lap and lets out a soft whistle. "Do you know anything about unicorns?" This said, Daisy's little stygian unicorn pony trots out from behind that willow. Snoozle. Isn't she lovely? She snorts and prances through the snow, giving the cod no mind as she prances right through that too. Hn. Didn't see that one coming. Interesting. That little bit of information is tucked away for later because now is for wizard healing. Vampire wizard healing at that. In a minute though. Right now Snoozle is nuzzling under Daisy's arms. Careful of the horn now! "Such a sweet girl, aren't you." The unicorn is fed an apple from Daisy's bag. Unicorns and beetles like apples.


Svilfon is about to respond in his usual fashion - that of course he knows about unicorns!- until one strolls into the garden, casually wanders over the area of desecration, and begins to nudge away at Daisy for an apple. Something, it's rather clear to the wizard, that the unicorn does a lot!- probably because the kitty druid is too nice to ever say no. He idly muses at how long it'll take for the unicorn to be a tub-o-lard with a horn, before he realizes no-one in the long history of Hollow has ever gotten fat from eating apples. With a snort at himself, a quiet one, he reaches out with his palm faced upward. A quiet word is whispered into Frostmaw's frozen air, causing a second apple - a green one - to appear in Svilfon's hand. He leaves it there, offering it to Snoozle, as he replies to Daisy. "I know a little," he admits with rare honesty. "Nightmares..." The fiery horse kind, not the dream kind, "... are more what I studied."


Daisy leans back against Svilfon's chest in a cuddly sort of way while her tail taps at his thigh. "This one is special. She is stygian." The feline pets one of those tiny paws of hers down Snoozle's neck, letting her know the offered treat is alright to take. The pony sniffs at the green apple twice, nuzzles Svilfon's cheek, then noms that apple too. "Little wounds she can heal just by licking them. Deeper ones require her blood, applied and ingested." The unicorn shoves her nose up one of Svilfon's sleeves. More please! Daisy giggles. "And I've taught her how to stab a person in the throat if they try to steal her."


Svilfon doesn't appear to mind Daisy leaning against him. Nor does he mind a rather inquisitive head being shoved up a sleeve after the apple vanished almost as quick as Svil created it. What the unicorn would see up there is anyone's guess. The amount of things the wizard keeps in his fur-lined robes could sink a ship at sea, but it doesn't seem to mind, and even though the wizard didn't make it, or know about it, the unicorn pulls out its head with another apple - this one is red, though - in its mouth. Omnomnom and the apple is gone, and with a laugh Svil speaks again. "The throat? Aye, clever, she is. Special..."For a moment he grows silent, before he draws in a deep breath. It dissolves the spell he cast upon himself, revealing a face marked with deep gashes. Dragon's blood is like acid, and quite a lot was forced on his face when he fought the silver dragon, Hildegarde. "I do not want her blood. It doesn't hurt much. But what help can be given would be as ever appreciated."


Daisy laughs with Svilfon when Snoozle noms the found apple, but her smile fades a bit. Those wounds. That name. She knows that name. Why the wizard was fighting Hilde isn't any of her business. She sits up a bit and turns to face him. "Ah... so awful." With one paw on his cheek, she holds out her other towards Snoozle and clicks her tongue. "Come make him feel better, hm? Give him kisses." And the pony does just that! The wizard's cheek is nuzzled again and licked as if he were a salt block. Now maybe a regular unicorn full of rainbows and clouds might have no effect on the vampire, but this is no ordinary unicorn! The stygian pony does her best with those kisses, closing the gashes and soothing that pain that doesn't hurt much, but he won't heal completely with just this.


Svilfon notices the smile fade as she sees his wounds, but he lets it go. He has no real wish to speak of it, because in truth he regrets it a touch. Or knows if he were a regular person he'd regret it, which is kinda the same thing. "At least I didn't lose another tooth." He grins then, a look that is entirely drowned out by unicorn kisses! For the pony licks him like a lollipop. He feels the strangeness of the magic; it helps dampen a pain that is far worse than he lets on, and though he feels the gashes are still there, still sore, he knows the unicorn has done much to shove him down that path of looking pretty again. Well, relatively pretty... relative to how he looks now. When the sloppy kisses are done, Svil reaches up and rubs the unicorn's head. "Thank you." He smiles just briefly, before turning his head to look at Daisy. Who, when turned, takes up his entire view. "Thank you, too. It seems us wizards are not the only ones who appear when we're most needed, Daisy Druidhealerfeline." He grins again, then.


Daisy isn't satisfied with the little bit of treatment that was accepted! She could do so much more and Snoozle would only sacrifice a tiny bit of blood. "I haven't done anything." She smiles though. It is the truth! Snoozle did all the work. Where did she go? Oh, more prancing in the snow. I'm pretty sure prancing is a learned behavior. Something kittens teach their pets while they play. "But you're welcome." She stands up on Svil's thighs, placing her paws on his shoulders for balance. "Are you sure you don't want her to finish fixing you? It would only take a moment."


Svilfon can't satisfy Daisy?! Oh no! After all that earlier spooning, too! But he is satisfied. "It is enough, lady druid. More than enough." He offers another smile - he sure did smile a lot around the druid - before he lifts his hands and puts them under Daisy's arms. With a showing of his innate vampiric strength he easily lifts the druid at the same time as he maneuvers legs properly under him. In just a moment, probably as long as it took to read the explanation, Svil is standing, still holding Daisy. Just once does he spin, a quick move on his heel, before he rather gently places Daisy's feet back on the ground. "Alahir grows hungry, and though she is a great many things, a constant source of food Satoshi is not." He pauses his words for a moment to drape an arm around Daisy's shoulders. "I must go, lady druid, though I feel my aid to you didn't equal your aid to me. I am in your debt, and a wizard's debt is a fine thing to have, for we're a useful bunch." To prove this, he moves his hand with a flourish and produces another apple. This one is purple. He offers it to Daisy to feed to Snoozle, "So do call if you require me, lady druid. You will do that, won't you?"


Daisy isn't very big or heavy, so vampire strength or not he wouldn't have a problem picking her up. She doesn't have enough time to be scared for that moment she is lifted off of the ground and spun. OH god. In the air. Spinning and... oh safe on the ground again. That arm is wrapped around her at the time her arms wrap around his middle. "Debts are for people of shady character. We can just be friends." She smiles again since he seems to like it when she smiles and... well she wants to smile when he's there. So the smiles are constant. Especially when she takes the apple. "I will do that though. Thank you for the treats. You can call on me too. I'm never usually far."


Svilfon smiles for a final time, "Then friends we shall be. Without debt. Earned, such friendship is, and stronger than iron. I will call on you, lady druid. And close will I watch this garden and what you do... I care very much for it." Just briefly does the wizard's gaze wander the area. His memories here are not pleasant; being stabbed, then ending up here after he destroyed Tiphareth's first body... yet, here more than anywhere he learned of the loyalty shared between himself and Frostmaw. "I will call.. and if you ever run out of apples..." With a brief wink, the wizard leans down and just as he is about to place a quick kiss on the druid's forehead, he vanishes. He is careful, unusually so. No smoke is left in his wake, and certainly no fire. He is simply gone, but when Daisy looked down, she would see he left one last apple. A goodbye to the unicorn, and a last thank you for the druid...