An Accidental Visit [Open 3/3]

[Arawnn]

Perhaps Arawnn shouldn't have set his size so short. The thought bolted through his head as he ran from a series of obviously aggressive creatures. Looking backward, he tried to get a good eye of them, they were four legged, furry, an- before he could finish the thought, his foot collided with a rather tough rock, causing him to trip and roll into a bush. As he flew out the other side of the bush, he scampered to his feet while turning around. Several sets of eyes could be seen from around the bush, but they simply glared at him rather than continue the pursuit. It was now that he realized he had entered a clearing, and while looking around a cottage was barely out of sight. Judging by the size in his vision, it was surprisingly close, and before he could realize what was happening a strange sound came from the bushes causing him to jump. Running towards the house, he came to the entrance of what looked like an orchard. A switch seemed to trigger in his mind as he traveled up a path through the orchard and towards the house.

Whoever this tiny man was, could hardly look threatening in his cloth armor, with a rapier strapped to his side. The Werecat stood exactly 4 feet tall (1.2 meters or so), and looked odd for his height. From any distance one could tell that he was rather tired from his constant running; a side effect of being so short is that you don't travel as far with each stride. Whether he could reach the door to the cottage unhindered, was up to fate itself.

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The enemic buster woke up with a start. Some scrub was causing a ruckus in HER orchard. Beside Hyzenthlay, her hubby Hrairoo was still asleep and did not seem to have a care in the world. Pfft. Typical. So it was up to Hyzen to defend their little piece of paradise on Elder Tale. She took up her club, stood up and hopped out of their little rabbit house. And what did she see? A biped no taller than Caerbannog, just traipsing nonchalantly into the premises. How rude! Hyzenthlay raised her club overhead, tail way above her ears. The enemic buster screeched some expletives at Arawnn which he would not have understood without Tongue of Nature. Either way, he had an angry, armed rabbit poised to attack his face. And attack she would have indeed, if not for a sudden darkening of the sky due to a large shadow. A scream, a roar and then the sky fell. Or rather, a winged beast came crashing right onto the yard and missed the orchard narrowly. The earth was upturned and bits of the ground shot out everywhere over most of the yard. Hyzenthlay took cover in the rabbit house and barred the door with her club. Nope, not going out there. As for the creature that crashed, it soon rose up and righted itself. A dwagon that stood on two legs with wings for arms, it was almost twice as tall as the visiting werecat. But most curious of all, a funsized girl crawled out of the upturned earth and simply patted the dirt off of her pink bear pajamas. She then hugged the dwagon, much to the visible chagrin of the beast. The samurai Caerbannog soon noticed the stranger in their orchard and she waved to him enthusiastically. "Hello visitor!" she exclaimed.

[Charuen]

CHARUEN

636WORDS	TAGS: Arawnn @dindeen
HP: 100%	MP: 100%

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Charuen loved walking.



It was one of those activities that resulted in multiple benefits: she could get exercise and keep fit (not that she could get fat in the game), do some self reflection (she enjoyed debates over ethics with herself), but most of all it allowed her to admire the beautiful scenery of Elder Tale. The United Kingdom had always been a a beautiful country, but with the constant rain and cloudy days, admiring nature had honestly been quite difficult. In the world of Elder Tale however, the gloom seemed to be less constant; more than once had Charuen experienced a couple days of sunshine. Having grown up in London, such things were often considered a luxury. Now that she lived in the world of Elder Tale, Charuen appreciated being able to admire the rolling green hills and valleys that made up the countryside. Whenever she was not training, the pink haired adventurer would put her pathfinder skills to use and explore the area surrounding Londinium. She knew that most, if not all, of the areas that bordered the starting city had already been discovered, but this did not keep her from having her own adventures and admiring the scenery with her own two eyes.





Today was one of those days. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the temperature was quite warm for late autumn. However, instead of exploring the outskirts of the city, Charuen's was taking a walk to pay a social visit. In her hands were some freshly baked cakes from the inn that she was staying at; the cleric would have baked her own cakes, but she lacked the facility to do so. Thus, she had no choice but to ask the inkeeper (whom she had become fast friends with) for some cakes gift her guild master and his wife. Indeed, Charuen's plan was to visit two of the most distinguished players on the server. Had it not been for the fact that she had been training intensely over the past couple of days to raise her level, she would have visited them sooner. The cleric was excited to meet the assassin who led the guild that she was part of, but she was even more intrigued about his wife. Oxford had described her as a firecracker, and Char had only heard about how strong the legendary samurai was.



As Charuen rounded the corner to where the couple lived, she couldn't help but wonder about the beautiful estate that awaited her. She had heard about the charming cottage that Kumori and Caerbannog owned, as well as their more than quaint garden. However, as she reached the orchard that the pair owned, a surprised gasp escaped from the pinkette's lips and a startled look flashed across her face. The scene in front of her was so unexpected, that she almost dropped her basket of bread.



A dragon stood among the grounds, and a petite figure in bright pink pajamas was petting its nose. Charuen also noticed a Werecat among the premises. The cleric tilted her head slightly, rather perplexed by her situation. Was this not Shwarz-Oshiro Estate? She was quite certain it was. The last time she checked, her guild master was not a four feet feline, and she most definitely did not hear about the couple owning a pet dragon. That being said, the pink haired adventurer did remember being told that Kumori's wife was rather... fun-sized. Could the the person hugging the dragon be...?



Ever so cautiously, Charuen moved closer to the pajama-ed figure and her? dragon. Upon reaching a distance where she could be heard without encroaching on the personal space of the dragon , the cleric spoke up. "Urm, hello! Do you happen to be Caerbannog...? I'm new to the guild and thought I'd pay a visit..."

NOTES:So so sorry for the wait!!

THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE    THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE

HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0

[Arawnn]

The bard hadn’t noticed the rather large rabbit, which would have meant his utter demise if a huge shadow hadn’t flown over-head. This put the bard on high alert, causing him to place his hand on his rapier instinctively and look towards the sky at the flying lizard known as a dragon decided to land, or at least he thought. Such a large beast (large to him at least) seemed to have a hard time grasping the concept of landing softly, and slammed into the ground not too far from where Arawnn was standing. This entire time, the small bard had started drawing his weapon before he saw a strange pink humanoid crawl out from the small crater that the dragon had created. Once he saw the figure, his rapier seemed to slam back into the scabbard as he positioned himself for a greeting. When the figure waved frantically in his direction, greeting him with the simple phrase of ‘hello visitor!’ he dropped into a full on bow; right arm crossed over the chest not sold seperately. Upon rising from the bow he took a couple steps backward; which didn't actually travel the short werecat very far. All he knew was that dragon is surprisingly large, and anyone of his height would be intimidated. Without smiling, nor frowning, Arawnn spoke. "Greetings, I take it you are the owner of this residence?"

Arawnn's head turned slightly as he saw another mass of pink walk into his peripheral vision. 'More people,' he thought. 'Perhaps I should have put on a suit.' He glanced down at his cloth armor, sighed, and then began dusting himself off when the new addition spoke up, confirming that the person was a she. What surprised him was that she mentioned a guild, something he had yet to join, and the name of Caerbannog. 'Interesting.'

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Savill Flower Grove had been quiet that day. Only the birds were chirping to one another as they sat upon the boughs of the great trees. The sky was clear and the clouds were merely wisps; even the wind blew gently like a hush against the cheeks of little children of the land. That day, the samurai Caerbannog took to the sky upon her dwagon Beech. A strange name and one that the dwagon did not like, but a name nonetheless and fitting for the grey wyvern had a horrible complexion and an even more terrible personality. Foreman Mukade IX, who knew a little about the language of adventurers, had snickered whenever the wyvern was called forth; their interaction was few and far in between though, because only one pet could be summoned every time. It was also for that reason that the tamer finally released the enemic buster Hyzenthlay; the samurai thought it best to let her mingle with her mate Hrairoo- she thought it cruel otherwise. Now the wolf-hair had two pets which barely got along, mostly due to the wyvern’s temperament though partially due to the centipede’s teasing; the one-pet-at-a-time rule worked out pretty well. On the ground where nimble feet and legs were necessary, Caerbannog preferred using the massive centipede as her own mount. He could crawl past obstacles with little trouble, and he could climb up trees as if they were the very earth. Recently, the samurai had been curious of the vast expanse of the sky what with having acquired her very own pet dwagon. The wyvern was reluctant; even adamant to not let her use him again as a means of transportation, but one mean look from the annoyed tamer put the dwagon in his place. He would not want to get any broken limbs that early in the morning, right? Mean and rude perhaps, but the wyvern was so different from Hrairoo, Hyzenthlay and Mukade that Caerbannog had to put her foot down more often than not. It was with that very same seriousness that she was able to convince him to take her along for a ride that morning. Beech hated every moment of it but he was not daft enough to try and throw her off. As Mukade had informed him, adventurers never truly die and the wyvern would have Hell to pay if he tried to kill Caerbannog; not only from the tamer herself but probably from the others around her, including that very same centipede Foreman Mukade IX. To the tamer, the flight had been a very entertaining one. She could barely see the ground and the rush of wind against her face was most uncomfortable, but the feeling of being somewhere that most people could not reach- it was awesome! If asked what or how it felt like, Caerbannog would probably say that it tastes like milk chocolate and love. Their little adventure ended when the winds above the clouds began to blow more violently above Sarum, and so the pair had to rush out of the aerial turmoil into the calmer Greatwoods. Beech had lost his bearings close to Savill Flower Grove, and it did not help that his tamer squee’d and shrieked and giggled all the way to the cottage. Distracted, the wyvern miscalculated his speed and had ended up crashing into the ground. His knee was scraped but it was nothing serious. Even more surprising to him, not only did Caerbannog emerge triumphantly from the crash site but she had also hugged his neck. It felt like The Hug of Death to the wyvern and he thought that he would absolutely die of embarrassment if someone saw that… …and so Beech stiffened up like a stone statue when he realized that two bipeds were in the vicinity of the Schwarz-Oshiro Estate. He had been used to the presence of the rabbits, admittedly with some thought of having them for dinner; but bipeds? He hated them. He hated them all! They did not even taste good! Now that he had to deal with not one or but THREE bipeds, the wyvern was in an even worse mood. He scowled, but whether or not the adventurers would recognize that he was scowling was a whole matter altogether. Beech’s face was not a lovely sight and he seemed to be always angry anyway. Some might say that it was a face that only a mother could love, but in this case, it’s a face that only his tamer would ever want to look at. “My dwagon so angwy!” Caerbannog exclaimed as she patted the wyvern’s cheeks. While Beech kept up his scowl, the samurai turned to the fluffy werecat who reminded her of the very gentlemanly Foreman Mukade IX. The difference was that the werecat was a fluffy kitty while the centipede was a centipede. Caerbannog dashed towards the bard and then she cupped his cheeks with her hands. The samurai stared into Arawnn’s eyes for a few good seconds while Beech glared in the background. “You…are…” Caer whispered then her volume went up so suddenly, “SO FLUFFEH!” After she screamed at the werecat’s face, the wolf-hair waddled towards the cleric who had not gone unnoticed. Once Charuen was within reach, Caerbannog put up both her hands and put them down gently on the pretty adventurer’s breasts. The samurai stared at the cleric’s chest for a few seconds and then she looked up at the other female adventure, her hands still on the other’s breasts. “BOOBS!” was the samurai’s declaration. Caer looked up at Charuen, blinked a few times and then she put her hands down to her sides. She looked to Arawnn, and then she looked at the cleric; the bard, and then Charuen. And then at Hyzenthlay and Hrairoo who both peeked from their rabbit house. And then she turned slightly to look at the scowling wyvern Beech. “Caerbannog, yes!” the samurai finally turned to look at the other adventurers as she pointed at her own face. Maybe the magic carpet ride on the back of a wyvern, and the subsequent rough landing, had turned her brain to mush. Or it could be the lack of a proper breakfast.

[Charuen]

CHARUEN

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HP: 100%	MP: 100%

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Upon closer inspection, Charuen realized that in addition to the petite adventurer and her dragon, a werecat who stood just a foot shorter than her, was also present. He wore simple cloth armor, and carried a rather confused expression on his face that the pinkette soon found herself replicating. This was because the girl in the pink onesie had screamed something that sounded like "Souffle" after holding the werecat's face in her hands. Charuen blinked, wondering why the name of a delicious French dessert had been yelled out. Her eyes drifted towards the werecat -- was his name Souffle? Judging from the way the pajama wearing adventurer held him in her hands, the cleric couldn't help but assume that they were well acquainted with each other. However, before the pinkette had a chance to make some inquiries over the situation in which she found herself in, she felt an odd sensation on her chest.

"E-Eh?"

When did that little girl get there? Charuen looked down at her chest, a look of utter confusion on her face. Her breasts were now being fondled by the young woman. The idea seemed so strange and foreign to her that, it was only when she heard the word "Boobs" being screamed at her that the cleric's mind began to run again and make sense of the situation. Despite the fact that a rather private area of hers had just been violated, the girl looked so innocent in her bright pink sleepwear that Charuen didn't have the heart to reprimand her for her actions. Instead, a nervous laugh escaped her lips and she patted the girl in front of her whilst nodding her head slowly. "Yes," she said in agreement. "They're boobs." Her cheeks turned a rosy pink.

The pink haired adventurer wasn't sure what she felt when the adventurer in front of her confirmed her identity as Caerbannog. Was the legendary samurai what Charuen had expected? Well... no. For one thing, the cleric had expected her to be much taller. Pink pajamas was not the outfit she imagined Caerbannog to wear during their first meeting either. Was she disappointed? No, definitely not. Surprised was the feeling she felt. Nonetheless, Charuen knew better than to judge a book by its cover. While Caer did not look particularly dangerous, the dragon that stood behind her most certainly did, and from the looks of it, the dragon had been tamed by the samurai.

Charuen cleared her throat in an attempt to regain her compusure, and then offered both the werecat and Caerbannog a warm smile. "Well, good morning Caerbannog and... Caerbannog's friend?" The adventurer glanced a the cat in wonder before returning her attention to the petite woman standing in front of her. "I'm Charuen, one of the new members of Aeryn." Although hesitant at first, the words that escaped the pink haired beauty's lips began to regain their usual confidence and flow. "I brought some freshly baked bread, as well as some fruit jams for you as a gift of thanks for accepting me into the guild."

NOTES:So so sorry for the wait!!

THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE    THAT IS THE PROMISE OF OUR FUTURE

HAYANA OF CAUTION 2.0

[Arawnn]

Arawnn started checking out his armor, and patted it off the moment Caerbannog started dashing at him. He looked up for a brief second, and nearly fell backwards if the crazy samurai hadn't grabbed his cheeks and accidentally helped him restore his balance. Within that same moment, all of his fur stood on end, causing him to poof up against his own will. Perhaps this was why the samurai yelled directly in his face about his own fluffiness. Wait, fluffy? I am not fluffy! Arawnn attempted to pull away from the psychotic tamer, and opened his mouth to object, but what came out was a little squeak of surprise when the same samurai that had grabbed his cheeks, had now started molesting the other adventurer that was there. The tiny werecat practically face-palmed when he started walking over to the samurai in a rather aggressive fashion.

The moment Arawnn had reached the two, he heard the pink-haired woman refer to the samurai and himself as friends. "Friends? We just met." Sighing, the cat glanced over at Caerbannog. Was she really this strange? It was strange enough that she was relatively close to his height; and by relatively close I mean within the foot range. Arawnn removed Caerbannog from his brain for now, as he took a bow towards the woman he now knew was Charuen, "I am Arawnn, pleasure to be of acquaintance." He ended the sentence when fully standing, causing his body to only briefly pause at the smallest moment in the bow. This time, he brushed off a bit of dust from his pants. "I apologize for my own dress. Normally I don a fancy suit."

Notes: I'm not that large of a writer ;_;

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-What are these filthy bipeds up to?- the wyvern thought to himself as the adventurers began to converse. Beech continued to glare at the bipedal creatures before him. He noticed the werecat which was even shorter than the samurai; the wyvern's eyes widened after each second that he stared at Arawnn. He had not looked carefully at the adventurer before but now that he did, Beech also noticed the fluffiness of Arawnn. And what were fluffy creatures good for? Dinner. The look on the wyvern's eyes changed from anger to hunger. His sight was set on the adventuring werecat who conversed with his tamer and with the other biped who seemed to have some kind of chest armor. Beech stared for a moment when Caerbannog took a liking to the other adventurer's chest armor, enough curiosity to inspect it with her own hands apparently, but the wyvern's attention quickly went back to his fluffy dinner. "So soft!" the wolf-hair gently squeezed Charuen's bosom, and then she put her own hands on her chest, "Mine are not as poofy..." The mention of jam and bread turned Caerbannog's frown upside-down, and she nodded enthusiastically at the cleric. The wolf hair then pointed at the cottage just behind- "Beech!" the samurai yelled as she dashed towards the wyvern and shot an upper cut up his jaw. The creature had his mouth open and he drooled as he stared at the werecat, clearly intent on having him for dinner. Or breakfast. Or both. Well, he -had- his mouth open up until his own tamer threw an upper cut at his face. The wyvern ended up sprawled on the ground, disoriented but alive. "Bad Beech, bad!" Caerbannog wagged a finger at her pet, and then she grabbed its tail with her two little hands. With the wyvern still out of it, Beech could not resist as the samurai walked backwards and dragged him by the tail towards the front door of the cottage. If the werecat so wished, he could help by pushing the wyvern from the front side but then again, that might not be a good idea since it wanted to eat him on the first place. "He eats fluffy things," Caer explained to her visitors, "He tried to eat my rabbits on more than one occasion." The wolf-hair then nodded at the rabbit house in the orchard, within which the territorial Hyzenthlay and her husband Hrairoo resided. The enemic buster peeked from a window of their house and she twitched her nose at the semi-conscious wyvern. Roo, on the other hand, did not care much for all the ruckus outside and he remained curled up in a fuzzy ball of cute. Eventually, after much dragging and heaving, Caerbannog reached the front door of their cottage and pulled a key out of her inventory. The samurai had to let the wyvern's tail go so that she could unlock the door, and just as she turned and put the key in the lock, Beech's eyes opened widely and he flailed his two legs until he was able to right himself. "You- YOU FILTHY BIPEDS!" the two-legged dragon roared at Arawnn and Charuen. There came a clicking sound from behind the wyvern and then the cottage door swung open. Beech then became transparent until he disappeared altogether, unsummoned by his tamer. "Alright, that's enough," Caerbannog said in a voice most serious compared to how she greeted the two adventurers before, "No more scaring people. Or werecats. Or rabbits." The wolf-hair closed her eyes and sighed, and when she opened her eyes a little smile was on her face again. She waved to the bard and to the cleric to invite them in. Caerbannog stepped into the house and when she flicked a switch, the metal lanterns that she created lit up. They were mana-powered and so they had to be recharged every now and then, but with a coordinated placement of lanterns they were able to sufficiently illuminate the house with their faint white glow. To the left of the door, there was a coat stand and beside that was a medium-sized shoe rank and some slippers. Though the server was set in Europe, the samurai still remembered and honored some of the traditions of her family from the East. The cottage was spacious for two occupants, and just the right size for maybe four people. To the far left end there was a small library in an open room and to the far right side, there was the kitchen. Behind two closed doors, there could be the bath and the bedroom but that was for the couple to know in the meantime. A short walk from the front door, Caerbannog sat down on a chair, one of four around a square dining table. In the middle of the table there was no candlestick but instead an empty metal lantern with a floral pattern across its body. "Stuff is over there!" the wolf-hair pointed to a small cupboard in the kitchen; it was full of dishes and cutlery. The samurai then used her skill Magic Light to conjure up a ball of light, one with a face that mimicked her own expressions. She blew a raspberry at it and the Magic Light did the same. "Funny!" Caer giggled and then she closed the lantern's metal door to keep the Magic Light from tumbling out. If the other two had not done it already, the samurai herself would take some saucers, forks and break knives from the cupboard. She would then place it on the dining table around the metal lantern. Otherwise, she'd just help out with whatever they were still doing. To complete the meal of sweets and bread, the wolf-hair took a large apple pie from her own inventory and she put it on the dining table. The pie crust had a weird thing on it... it seemed to be the face of a person. Anyone who knew the Dwarf would probably recognize that it was him.
OOC: Red text is Tongue of Nature speech.

[Charuen]

"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" Upon hearing the werecat speak, a look of understanding flashed across the pinkette's face. Ah, so they weren't friends. He just happened to stumble upon the orchard at the wrong place at the wrong time. Charuen glanced at the cranky looking dragon, and thought back to the club-wielding bunnies she had seen only a moment ago. Oh yes, definitely the wrong time. However, the cleric did not have time to lament on the feline's rather unfortunate circumstances, for she felt a breasts being squeezed once more by the fun-sized Samurai. Char let out a small "meep!" in surprise, and looked down at the veteran player as she touched her own boobs and made a comment about the difference in size. Once again, despite being aware of the fact that Caerbannog was an adventurer who was at a much higher level than her, as well as older than her, the healer couldn't help but give the petite woman a childlike answer. "Ah, well...The pooffiness makes up for the lack of courage I have in battle. I'm sure that Ms.Caerbannog is much stronger and more confident than I am when fighting monsters, so they don't need to be as poofy!" As the pink-haired adventurer finished her bullshit explanation, the werecat approached her with a gracious bow, and introduced himself as Arawnn. Delightfully surprised by his gesture, Charuen responded with a curtsy of her own. "My name is Charuen, and the pleasure is all mine, Arawnn." Char gave her new acquaintance a friendly smile, but was unable to do anything more than that, for a loud yell from @dindeen interrupted her. The cleric watched with both awe and fear as the samurai basically man-handled her dragon and reprimanded it for regarding Arawnn as food. Caer then gave a short explanation about her dragon's diet, as well as the rabbits that lived on her orchard. Char took note of both pieces of information. Good thing she was not furry, like her new friend... Caer then began to drag her dragon away, and motioned for the two lower leveled players to follow her. With her basket held tightly in her hand, the Charuen did as instructed, although she made sure that she stayed a safe distance from B!tch Beach Beech. Char was not fluffy like Arawnn, but one could never be too careful around a cranky and hungry dragon. She jumped as the monster let out a particularly loud roar, and clutched her basket even tighter. However, the dragon soon became transparent as his tamer un-summoned him, leaving only the echoes of his loud roar as evidence of recent presence on the orchard. The pinkette then tilted her head slightly as Caer spoke up once more, although her voice seemed more serious than before. Charuen couldn't help but wonder what the samurai was like when she was serious and mad -- most definitely a fearsome hing to behold. However, the smile, as well as the friendly wave to invite her and Arawnn inside, calmed Char's heart. With graceful steps, the cleric entered Caerbannog's cottage. A feeling of homesickness hit the young woman as she noticed the slippers laid out. Charuen's mother had been of Chinese descent, and thus had insisted that all who enter her house must wear slippers. The sight of the home footwear reminded Char of her mum. That being said, the healer did not allow herself to dwindle on such blue emotions for long. She had a cute cottage to admire! A small smile began to tug at the pink haired adventurer's lips as she looked around. It was decently furnished and had an air of coziness to it, plus the lantern that sat on the dining table was absolutely adorable. Perhaps one day, she could own her own house too, although she would want to add a fireplace, as well as a music player that never stopped playing jazz... The homeowner then motioned to where the saucers and utensils were, and right on cue, the pinkette walked over and began to take them out. Upon turning around, Charuen noticed the magical light that had been summoned and placed inside the lantern. "Oh how adorable! Her expression is the same as yours!" She gushed, eyeing the summoned light. The half-alv made a mental note to learn the skill once she had leveled up enough. Placing the things that she had taken out onto the table, Char then produced to take hold of the knife and slice the bread into generous pieces. Having been protected by numerous tea towels, the loaf remained lukewarm despite the rather chilly walk from the city. After slicing the bread, Charuen proceeded to unscrew numerous small jam jars. There was peach jam, raspberry jam, strawberry jam, blueberry jam, apple jelly, and marmalade. Together, they formed a rainbow on the dining room table. The healer looked Arawnn and Caer with a warm smile and motioned towards the food. "Eat up before it gets cold!" She chirped. Then, from the basket, she retrieved a small tin and opened it, revealing Early Grey tea leaves. The pink haired beauty turned to the samurai, an expression of wonder on her face. "Would you like some tea? If you have a kettle, I can make us some to go with the bread~." HP100% | MP100% WORDS 879 | ATTIRE x NOTES |got lazy with proofreading, so sorry for small mistakes!

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[Arawnn]

Arawnn sighed once more and looked at the dragon when Caerbannog had started groping the pink haired woman again. He had no idea how little time had passed as he accidently locked eyes with the Dragon. The look that was hidden in it's eyes made the beast feel ravenous. That's a little odd, Arawnn thought, I know of the mythical gluttony of dragons but that one seemed... hungry for him. Fear penetrated Arawnn's mind. It didn't matter if we could revive, being eaten had to be unpleasant. No matter what happened, he had decided that the Dragon would never leave his sight; or so he had thought. He heard the pink haired woman talking with Caerbannog, then the words became addressed to him. Against his own will, Arawnn listened to his upbringing, turning towards the two and looking directly into the pink haired woman's eyes. Whoever she was, she did a slight curtsy as she introduced herself.

Her name was Charuen, strange name of course but then again he wasn't one to talk; not everyone is named after the god of the underworld. Damn it Pwyll, this was your idea. His mind was pushed aside as the woman known as Caerbannog yelled, ran over to the dragon and started disciplining it. It took everything in the Bard's power to stifle his laughter, and even then a little bit came out. Such a small woman managed to tame such a ferocious dragon. The idea was just hilarious! It didn't take him long for the fact to dawn on him; that small woman must be extremely terrifying if she can keep a dragon under her control. Thankfully, he was right about the dragon regarding him as food. Wait, thankfully? Did that really course through my mind? Arawnn questioned his own thought pattern when he heard the dragons name. Beech, oh dear lord that sounds like... I dare not say it but a dragon that only eats fluffy things? Was I really that fluffy? This question plagued his mind as he walked alongside Charuen, following the crazed dragon tamer up towards her cottage.

The moment they reached the cottage, was a moment that the cat had been prepared for. Almost as soon as the Beech's tail had been released, he leapt up and roared at Charuen and Arawnn, causing the cat's entire coat of fur to fluff up and stand on end in a silly reaction that was supposed to increase his size. Within a moment however, the dragon vanished without a trace. It took many seconds for the bard to start losing his sudden amount of fluff, which he began speeding up by patting down. What Caerbannog had been saying in this moment was of little to no concern to the cat, as his primary focus seemed to be to re-straighten his own fur. When his fur was presentable, he decided to join the two inside the building.

The cottage was cozy; and it reminded Arawnn of several movies he had seen in the real world. To actually live in one of these houses seemed like a miracle. By the time Arawnn had entered the cottage, there had already been sliced bread with several opened jars of jam on the table, and soon thereafter their host had plopped a pie directly on the table. The offer of food was given to him, followed by an offer of tea. "I apologize, but I must decline the food. Tea however, that seems like a wonderful idea." Instinctively he looked around for anything that resembled a teapot. Sadly, he knew not the layout of the house and instead sighed, sat down, then started fixing what was left of his fur that was out of place.

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As she tended to the Magic Light, Caerbannog momentarily looked up at the pink-haired lady Charuen. The wolf-hair remembered the young woman's words about poofiness and whatnot. It was the most interesting explanation that she heard so far, though notably a lot of the reactions to such inappropriate gestures from Caerbannog consisted of shock or anger; Charuen's explanation amused the samurai and made her wonder if boobs grow smaller as people leveled up. The wolf-hair thought about the monk Elkeid, who for her level still had massive assets... was it much larger when she was just Level 1? Caer chuckled at this thought as the cleric laid out her jams and breads, and the samurai herself sliced small pieces of pie onto saucers. It seemed that they were up for a day of deliciousness and tea, but the werecat Arawnn, who was still slightly fluffier than usual in some places, preferred tea only. When her fellow adventurers drew the samurai's attention to the lack of a tea kettle or pot, the wolf-hair momentarily left her seat and went to a wooden cupboard under the sink. She took out a brass kettle and placed it on a stove, which in turn was just a simple contraption with a knob that ignited a safely contained stream of gas. Caer filled the kettle with some water and left it on the stove until the contents was hot enough for tea. When she turned to the other adventurers, the excitable samurai found a rather heartwarming picture there. Just two friendly faces and a table full of good food. Life in Savill Flower Grove was just like idyllic countryside living with its lack of advanced technology and its houses made of stone and wood. If Caerbannog had built a house in Londinium, it would have been similar to her home in Germany; while it was cozy, it did not allow much room for all the pets and the gardens that she wanted. Caerbannog turned to the nearby cupboard and opened the lowest part. Within it, various herbs and spices were bottled neatly and one porcelain jar was labeled "TEA". The letters were scribbled on crudely with what seemed to be crayon or colored chalk, and each line seemed to have been painstakingly scrawled on the white paper which in turn was attached to the jar using... was that sticky rice? It did not matter. What mattered was that then and there, she would have delicious food with some nice people. An adult would have told Caerbannog to be wary of strangers, but would she still consider these two as strangers when one did not object to having her assets touched while the other was a fluffy cat? And yes, being a fluffy cat did excuse Arawnn from many things- to Caerbannog's eyes, at least. The samurai carefully took the jar in her hands and then she waddled over to her seat on the table. It contained some green tea leaves which saw direct sunlight all its days in the orchard, the very ingredient for sencha. Caer placed the jar of tea leaves on the table and then she waddled back to the cupboard. Behind another set of doors, the samurai pulled out two porcelain teapots: one for the cleric's tea while the other was for the wolf-hair's homegrown tea leaves. She wondered if the two adventurers had tried sencha before, though that was unlikely seeing as she was in the UK server. Black tea was the standard fare in Europe and though that was her father's favorite, Kyuu had gotten used to the green tea that was served at Ryuu's house. While she thought of that, her stomach rumbled loudly, possibly loud enough for the cleric and the cat to hear. Caerbannog huffed and reached over to get a piece of bread and she crudely smothered it with jam. Without a word at all, the samurai stuffed her face full of the deliciousness and she did not stop until every single bite of her bread was gone. After the deed, she licked her fingers clean... one... by... one. It might have seemed painstakingly disgusting to someone as proper as Arawnn or to someone as prim as Charuen, but the wolf-hair was hungry and she could not wait for tea. "Koneko-chan!" the samurai waved to Arawnn, "You don't like bread or pie? Do you want tuna?" Ah, the stereotypical 'cat food': tuna. Digressing a bit, human-grade tuna is actually bad for cats because of different dietary needs, and human-grade tuna are usually made from more mature fish which have a higher mercury content; cat-grade tuna is made from 'scrap' tuna or ones that are too lean and young for human consumption, so the mercury content is lower. Since cats are smaller than humans, mercury can easily accumulate in their bodies without being passed out quickly enough which in turn may lead to damaged stomach linings or kidneys. Did tuna even exist in Elder Tale? Caerbannog did not know but at least fishing existed. As she wondered about the werecat's diet, the samurai sliced another part of the Dwarf's face. She put the large piece of pie on a plate and offered it to Charuen. "Was Ryuu-nii diligently working on guild documents?" she asked the cleric, "Ah... I meant, Kumori! Was he doing the paperwork?" The blue-eyed wolf-hair knew that her husband had a habit of slacking off from work. She wouldn't blame him though. Back in the real world, she played hooky every now and then; Kumori was actually the one who studied so hard before and she used to ask for his help especially with math. Being in a world full of adventure, she did not expect for him to take on guild leadership because it was hard work. She thought that he would go out and have fun under the sun, but whenever she saw how the assassin interacted with members of the guild, she came to realize that even all that hard work was fun for him too.

[Charuen]

"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" Charuen had not expected to hear the still-fluffy werecat decline the bread and fresh jam, but hid her feelings of surprise well. Instead she nodded at Arawnn in understanding, and procured three teacups from the cupboard that Caerbannog had taken the saucers and bread knives out from earlier. She wondered why the feline had declined the bread; do cats get stomach-ache from eating bread? She did not know, for she never had any pets growing up and thus, was not very well educated about domestic animals. However, she did not ponder long on the subject, for after having settled the kettle on the stove, Caer returned to the table with two round teapots and a jar of appeared to be tea leaves. At least, that was what the pinkette deduced from the word scrawled on the label. Upon unscrewing the lid of her tin of tea, Charuen placed three tablespoons of the loose tea leaf into one of the kettles. "Here, let me help you with that," she then proceeded to say, and reached for the porcelain jar that the samurai had brought over earlier. "Oh! Sencha!" She said with pleasant surprise after removing the lid. Those who knew the half-alv well or read the character sheet would know that when it came to pastries and tea, she was essentially a walking dictionary about those subjects. Having grown up with a foodie father, and being born with a sweet tooth, it was only natural that Charuen would show an interest on the world of teas and confectioneries. "This will go very well with the berry jams," she commented as she placed the appropriate amount of the green tea leaves into the second teapot. A smile tugged at the pink-haired adventurer's lips upon hearing @dindeen's question for Arawnn. As the question was not directed at her, she took the liberty of playing bystander and just listening to the two converse while spreading some of the fruit jam onto her bread. For her first piece of bread, the healer chose to spread some peach jam-- one of her favourite flavours. It would also go well with a cup of earl grey tea. A delighted expression spread across her face as the sweet and subtle floral flavours touched her tongue and caressed her taste buds. For a moment, Charuen could have sworn she was walking through a grove of peach-blossom filled trees. The wolf hair's question caught the cleric by surprise, and she tilted her head slightly upon being asked about someone called "Ryuu-nii". She had never heard that name before -- was he someone new to the guild? However, it all became clear when Caer clarified that she was talking about Kumori. A look of understanding dawned Char's face and she nodded firmly in response to the raven haired adventurer's question. "Yes, he has been." She said easily. "I did not see him this morning, but whenever I do see him at Westminster Abbey, he is in his office working on paperwork for the guild." Light conversation carried on between the trio, and soon it was late into the morning. The time to clear the table had come. As Charuen sipped the last of her second cup of tea (She had decided to go with sencha for the second one), she turned her attention to Caerbannog once more. "Thank you for inviting me to have breakfast with you today. It was very fun, and I'm glad we got to do this! But, I think I have to go soon..." The pinkette smiled sadly -- she had thoroughly enjoyed the company of the wolf-hair and the werecat. There was little better in life than good company paired with good food. Turning to Arawnn, she smiled and said, "It was nice meeting you too, Mr.Arawnn." With that, Charuen began to collect the empty jam jars (Yes, they finished all the jam. They were small jars!) and place them in her basket. HP100% | MP100% WORDS 657 | ATTIRE  x x NOTES |yes! a post! wrapping things up. feel free to indicate what they talked about throughout the morning~

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