Mia looked up, her ears still pressed flat to her skull with distress, her large eyes wide and upset.
"I'm looking for um- Oh, I forget the name sometimes. It's.. Oh! Lavender."
She motioned at the small mountain of pouches on the table, all filled with plants and herbs some of them half opened and with hints of leaves or petals sticking out.
"It's really calming for people I've heard." She pulled out the remaining of her pouches, offering half of them to Gord. It never even occurred to her that he could take them without her permission. The idea was completely foreign to her, never even crossing her mind. "It's kind of purple and long and has a nice smell."
Her distress eased a bit and she offered the nice man a smile. "Do let me know if you find it?"
((StarlessSkys))
"Oh! The pretty one that keeps the moths from nibbling, yes! Ok!" He sorts through the pouches. He puts any green leafy ones in their own pile, but sorts any dried flowers by color in a rainbow. "Good collection. Pretty smells. I need more, something stronger. Trying to flush out the natural goblin smell." He pulls the purple and gray ones to him. He puls out a tiny pouch of his own, it's kind of ratty and looks hand stitched. He opens it a little, dumping a tiny bit of his own lavender out to compare it to the others. "This one! Wait, no… That's lilac, slightly pinker. It's this one." He almost pushes the lilac foreward but stops himself, pushing the right one foreward. He sweeps his back into his pouch, tying it shut. He pushes the rest of the purples and grays bac into his rainbow assortment. "Tada!" His little gravel voice is very prideful.
Mia watched curiously, her head tipping over to the side as she watched. The nice man had organized everything quite nicely and the order he'd placed it all in was quite pretty. When he pulled out a pouch of her own she looked absolutely delighted, her nose twitching slightly at the smell of plants.
When the lavender pouch was finally unearthed from the pile, Mia grinned widely, clapping her hands together in delight again.
"Oh, you're wonderful! Thank you so much!" A moment of pawing through the pile again, this time much quicker, due to the color and lay out, she quickly picked out a small pouch. All of hers were made with soft leather in similar styles to one another and were small in her palm, but fit snugly in a humans hand.
She pushed it towards Gord, ears twitching in excitement and gratitude. "Here, it's not much, but I picked that sage about a fortnight ago, so it's drying out enough to burn."
Then it was time to scoop all of her herbs back into her bag, keeping the lavender out for her to fiddle with. She'd see if she could mix it in with the tea later for the smell.
He gasps and does a little gobling cackle of joy, his goblin ears flopping with the shake of his head. "Thank you! You didn't have to, but thank you!" If it fits snuggly in a human's hand, then it is a bit large in his. "Pouch is nice. You want pouch back? I can maybe find one of my own in my bag of stuffs."
Oh, Mia was beyond over the moon with the reaction she was getting. She was so, so much taller than Gord that it was almost comical, but she ducked her head to make sure she could maintain eye contact. The firbolg woman smiled again.
"Oh, no, you can keep it, as thanks. My aunt Pana likes to make them, so I have more than enough." She glanced back at the stage, frowning just slightly. Were the horror stories over?
(i think i'mma pop in another shiny-obsessed creature lol)
A tiny, fuzzy creature pops up from a group of loose floorboards near the fire.
It stands on all fours at first before raising up to its hind legs, clad in simple leathers and hides to provide ample warmth beneath the earth. It looked to stand at about 11" tall, nearly a foot, and was slim and wiry.
It appeared to be a female, though in what way was indescernable - possibly the way it stood and the way it breathed.
Its fur was a sleek, deep violet color, well cared for, and its yellow eyes were reminiscient of a lynx's. Its "arms" were ended with gripping paws that clearly held digging claws that could be used for hunting as well, and when it opened its mouth to smell better, it had wicked ammounts of teeth.
The creature scampers around for a moment before it locks onto Mia and Gord.
It chirps delightedly and scampers over, sniffing each before nesting into Mia's hair.
Mia froze, very careful not to move as she watched the creature come up and sniff her. It didn't seem shy at all and it's pelt was healthy and sleek, so it was very obviously well-fed. When it scampered up her arm, trying to get comfortable in her hair, Mia laughed in sheer delight. Today was such a good day. To give the creature a more comfortable ride, Mia carefully undid her braid, letting her curly hair down. It wasn't too long, but it was very thick. Mia's ever growing, infectious smile brightened further. She leaned in a bit conspiratorially to Gord.
"I think I made a friend."
((StarlessSkys))
He gasps again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He holds the pouch close to himself.
On stage there's more laughter as they recount the time they had to babysit a green dragon wyrmling for the lord of Kriel. "Clayton was sick for a month!"
"Blargh, I was too. Don't remind me."
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
Gord's head shifts and follows, abrubtly turning here and there to follow the small one as it approached. "What is? Who's this?" He looks up to the top of Mia's head.
The creature hums and nods happily.
"Friends!" the creature says, popping up out of Mia's hair and prodding Gord's nose with one tiny paw.
The creature (now to be reffered to as "she") starts purring.
"You guys want shiny things?" she asks happily.
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
Gord's nose scrunches at the paw, and h blinks a few times. "Shiney things?" He tilts his head curiously.
She nods happily, pulling out a tiny sliver of glass that fit comfortably in her palm but would be insignificantly tiny in Gord's hands.
"Shineys!" she repeats happily.
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
Gord squints. "Ooh~, very shiny, yes." He smiles widely, showing yellowed teeth. "Oh, I has idea." He puts the new pouch which was given to him in his cloak pocket, along with his lavender pouch from before. Then he pulls his large travel bag from the floor to the chair next to him, digging through it. "Gord has a rock tumbler. Bought from some gnomes. Tumble any large sharp rocks into smooth rocks. Tiny ones disappear, but sometimes the flakes come out smooth too. Been saving pieces; not sure what to do with." He pulls out what looks like an old candle jar which has been repurposed; it's maybe two inches in diameter, four high. He pops the cork lid off, revealing it to be half full of rock and crystal shrapnel, all smoothed out shined in a rainbow of colors.
Her jaw falls open and she scampers over to the jar, crawling inside and looking through it. She grabs a few pieces small enough to fit in her hands and they disappear. . . somewhere.
"Thank you, friend!" she squeals happily, hugging the goblin's fingers.
(Oh this looks so cute- Would you mind if I added a character?)
((ScotchTapeWorm You absolutely can! There's a whole tavern to explore!))
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
"Not problem. Anything for fellow shiney collector." He smiles again.
How did the old joke go? A wood elf walked into a bar?
No, that wasn't right, well, she'd never had much of a mind for dad jokes anyways. Except when she'd been a dad.
Walking into the tavern with a wide-set stride was a tall, male, lanky wood elf. Golden haired and green eyed and grinning. He took in the atmosphere for a long moment, before setting up by the bar, placing a large pack on the ground next to his stool. The pack made a rattling sound as it was set down, many somethings pushing against each other, like sticks or windchimes.
The wood elf seemed to have a moment of issue moving his legs to sit on the stool, but after a brief frown the issue seemed to not matter to him anymore and he sat. She should probably get food, getting here had taken a bit too many switches. He smiled, head tilting to the side, trying to get the attention of the barkeep. It seemed like it was storytime, and embarrassing ones at that. Oh good.
"Almost sorry to interrupt, but- Service?"
She watches as the newcomer comes in and squeaks excitedly, letting go of Gord's fingers and hopping onto the counter, scampering up to he wood elf.
"Ello fren!" she says happily.
((ScotchTapeWorm))
Clayton lifts himself from the bar top, swiftly moving to the new patron. "What can I get for you tonight?"
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
Clayton places a small shot glass of water next to the small friend without missing a beat. She was the reason he hadn't had the floors fixed yet.
(i have decided tiny friend's name shall be Iren =D)
Iren smiles at Clayton and chases his hand, batting at it playfully.
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
He smiles, moving his handaround the counter in front of her while he waits for the woodelf's response.
Iren growls playfully, tackling Clayton's hand and bunny kicking it as ferociously as her tiny 11" form can manage.
((Isabel))
The wood elf paused, drumming his fingers on the bartop in thought. The food smelled fine and alcohol could be a quick source of calories, but she didn't particularly feel like purging the poison from her body today. He held up two fingers, inspecting the barkeeps face with a quick scan of intensity, then relaxing.
"I want two things. Some kind of stew sounds nice, with some kind of meat." He put down one of his fingers, one remaining up. "And the other thing, who do I talk to if I want to purchase something hard to find or.. Not generally sold?" The elf looked excited, his knee bouncing up and down with pent up energy. He gave a quick flash of a smile, pulling a coinpurse from a pocket somewhere to pay for his meal.
((Lord-of-the-carnival))
He chuckles at Iren, but maintains his main focus on the woodelf.
((ScotchTapeWorm))
"Well, lucky for you, we have freshly made traveler's stew. Three copper, and I'll throw in two biscuits." He shouts towards the kitchen. "Gore'ick-" A server book hits him in the face, an he reflexively clasps it to his chest to catch it.
"Write it down!" Trish shouts at him.
He sighs, leaving his other hand for Iren still. He sets it on the counter and grabs a charcoal pencil from under it, scribbling down the order. He tosses the book back to Trish, who lingers in the kitchen door just long enough to atc it before disappearing behind the door. "It'll be out shortly. As for rare purchases…" He runs a hand over his scruffy face while he thinks. "Swift, can you wake up Twila?" He shouts towards the stage, interrupting another spout of laughter his two previous party members were sharing.
"Gah, she'll smush me!" She stands, brushing her legs off. She chucks her pint at him, which he manages to catch even one handed. "That's my fifth; you better toss my three copper back! Specially since I'm ding this!" She taps her heels before walking straight up the wall and across it. She reaches the part of the balcony where the half orc is visible. "Twila~, your beer is empty~."
Her hands slam loudly on the table, as she immediately pops up half in a daze, grabbing the axe next to her out of habit. Swift ducks down. Twila release her axe slowly a she processes the world around herself. Without her laying on the table, the seven or eight empty pints are clearly visible. She rubs her forehead. "What~? What do you want!?" Her voice is not quite gravely, leaning more towards her human half, and it comes off winy and tired.
"I have a question! You should bring your empty pints down!" Clayton shouts. "Swift!" He tosses her sealed mug up at her followed by each copper one at a time. "She swings from her tail on the railing, catching each one easily.
Twila sighs heavily, rising from her table, she stacks her mugs on a tray and starts to come down.
"Give me just a moment on that answer for ya." Claytons says to the woodelf.
Iren continues to kick and bite at Clayton's hand until she's bored, and then she simply scampers up the bartender and nests in his hair.
A 12 foot behemoth of a man clad in gnarled iron oak armor ducks into the tavern and lets out a rumbling, hulking laugh, slamming his solid iron oak greatshields into the solid stone floor to keep anyone from so much as budging them and taking of his horned greathelm.
"Clayton, old friend! I had heard ye were retired but I didn't believe them." Tressach Ironwood booms out, startling Iren. "Suppose even an old codger like ye needs a break every once in a while, eh?"
