"He likes that. I mean, how you're stroking him. Oh spell, it took me two years to even get him to get close to me, taming a familiar is not easy." Kanoa stepped back and inspected Pauka's smug grin, "Well, aren't you glad that you decided to stow away."
Lauriel found herself grinning again as Pauka stuck his adorable little tongue out. "I've never had a familiar before, or an, um, pet. Faeries don't usually do that, I-I don't think.", she saud, the stammer fading slowly.
Kanoa smiled, "I got Pauka when I was five. My mom took me to the rain-forest to pick out my familiar and Pauka fell into my lap when we were hiking, he'd been abandoned, so I took him in. Oh my spell, that sounds so bad! I didn't illegally take Pauka from the rain forest, there are programs for a witch to get their familiar, so…..Yeah."
(arg my computer's dying and I can't find the chargerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr i gtg soorrrryyyyyyyyyy)
(WAIT I FOUND IT YAY)
Laurie couldn't help but smile. "I've never been to the rain forest… What's it like?", she asked, rays of dun bouncing off the subtle gold markings on her arms and back. I didn't stutter this time!, she thought excitedly, her attention caught by a beautiful beaded necklace.
Kanoa's closed her eyes and smiled, "I remember walking on the wet ground, feeling the light mist brush across my face, and the beautiful flowers."
Liza came down to Kanoa with her book. She frantically apologised and explained that she thought it was a different book. Only a couple of days earlier her enchanted book had been stolen from her from someone who looked like Kanoa.
Mick walked over, eyeing Liza warily.
"Is everything alright, ladies?" he growled.
(Wait is she Liza or Adeline?)
Lauriel whirled around at the sound of a growl, fists clenched and ready to fight. “Is everything all right ladies?”, a guy asked, and she relaxed slightly, straightening her back and and eyeing him warily. “We’re fine.”, she replied, a cool ring suddenly sounding in her voice now that she felt threatened, without a trace of a stutter. That was just the way she was, unfortunately. The moment he left she would turn into a ball of nervous mush.
Kanoa smiled, "It's okay." she whirled around to meet Lauriel's eyes, "Do you see what happens when you look on the bright side?" Kanoa smiled and took the book from the thief's hands and flipped through it. "Snapdragon extract!" she yelled, and then her face burned red as she explained, "It's the ingredient I forgot. I didn't mean to yell it so loudly."
Mick considered the witch thoughtfully before asking: "Actually, could you help me out a little here? I need to find some Mugwort or something and I have no idea where to even start looking." He prayed that the girl would help him out rather than dismiss him like the fae last time he was sent out here.
Kanoa tapped her chin and then her face lit up, "Mugwort! I know the exact stall where that's sold!" she pointed East, "I'll take you there!"
(bit of background for Laurie: I've based her off of Faeries in Irish mythology, so most of the random gaelic-sounding words you'll read are taken directly from myths surrounding the human-sized Irish fae. A changeling in Irish mythology is basically a Faerie baby that was swapped by its parents for a human one and placed in the crib while the human baby was kidnapped and taken to the land of the Faeries, while the Faerie baby was abandoned and left behind in the care of the stricken human parents. Laurie's a changeling who was abused by her human parents because they blamed her for the kidnapping of their baby, and she ran away one year ago, and has been trying to distance herself from "Mom" and "Dad" ever since. Her Faerie parents were part of a Faerie cult who had defected to the dark side, or Unseelie court [Seelie=good, Unseelie=evil in Irish mythology), who used the human to test their illegally and secretely brewed deadly poisons, antidotes, and weapons, and Laurie was VERY lucky to have been abandoned by them, although she doesn't know that.)
Laurie nodded, following while shooting a regretful smile to the Harpy lady with magpie feathers selling gorgeous, half-priced golden jewelre. I don't have money anyways., she told herself, frowning.
"Thank you so much for this, my friend would kill me if I didn't get the right stuff," Mick gushed gratefully. He couldn't believe he actually had a chance at getting the right stuff this time! He started walking through the stalls with the witch, colourful trinkets surrounding him and thousands of smells teetering on the edge of completely overwhelming him.
Kanoa grabbed Lauriel's hand and the guy's hand and started leading them to the stall. "I know the guy who sells the stuff. His name is…Ummm…I don't know how to pronounce it. Hold on, Nemosin? No. That's not right. Anyways, he sells all sorts of stuff and right now, I'm looking for snapdragon extract which he has, so I can make a remembering potion! I'm pretty bad at that, but it's fine, I'll figure it out somehow. I mean remembering! Not making potions, but I mean…I'm not a straight A student or anything, I think the grade I got last semester was a B+. Yeah..I think. Oh my spell! I'm so sorry. I rambling!" Kanoa blushed and let go of Mick's hand for a second to pull back some stray strands of hair.
(my writing of Lauroe is extremely clunky, partially because she's a new charcter and it's my first time writing her, sorry!)
Laurie mushified instantly as soon as Kanoa grabbed her hand. "Um, that's okay!", she awkwardly reassured her, blowing a stray strand of dark hair out of her face.
(also, i will be constantly altering her. Her hair is now long and wavy.)
(That's okay, Kanoa is a new character too.)
(who's turn?)
oh..um..mine?
Kanoa laughed, "Thanks! Anyways, on to the weather Travis." she reddened, "Sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud."
Lauriel felt hopelessly confused. Weather? Who was 'Travis'? The group approached the designated stand, Laurie eyeing the guy, who smelt like he might be a werewolf, somewhat warily. Her elbow bumped against her gun, glamoured to look invisible. At least she had something to defend herself with.
(Irish Fae have the following powers (this much is actually true myth-wise): Flight, glamour [or illusion], invisibility, bad and good luck-bestowing, weather control, disease-bestowing, acute sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Laurie's powers are weak, so she only has glamour, flight, very weak invisibility, extremely weak luck powers, and the ability to predict the weather, not control it)
Her face lit up when she saw the booth, "Mr……nemosin…" she stopped herself. "It's Mnemosyne, Kanoa." the old man laughed, "What do you need today? And with new friends I see."
"I was hoping that you had some snapdragon extract and my friend here wants some mugwort."
"I've got just the thing! Why don't you wait here, and I'll go get the ingredients." Mnemosyne walked into the back of his stall, searching for just the right ingredients.
Laurie relaxed a bit, the various intriguing smells calming her, putting her at ease. Pretty trinkets flashed in the sun as if beckoning to her, seeking attention, and the whole market was awash in vivid, alluring colors. She leaned forward to rest her hands on the counter, her hand accidentally brushing an iron bottle stopper. Laurie yelped, yanking her badly burnt hand away and gingerly touching the swollen purple skin, oozing pus. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!, she thought, grimacing at the steady bursts of pain.
Kanoa threw her bag on the floor as soon as she heard Lauriel yelp. She rummaged through it looking for her glass vial. As soon as she found it, Kanoa opened it and dumped the invisible contents on Lauriel's hand. A glassy ooze came from the vial, covering up Lauriel's burn.