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Ari is patrolling the streets of scenic Vancouver! Well, actually he's just going to visit Peter, but he's keeping an eye out for monsters along the way. It's a nice night, monsters like ruining that kind of thing. The streets are more or less deserted, it being 2:00 AM on a Tuesday. Ari whistles cheerfully.
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bitterchill
"Straight up! You can handle high altitudes, right? We just have to get onto the first layer of clouds and there's a little mini-portal in one of them."
campanas
"I can clouds!" says Pen. "Um being sure I not ever anyone dropping but if going so high and no one for catching..."
bitterchill
"Should you drop me," Ari says cheerfully, "the ground is more likely to suffer than I am. Remember how I stepped out a tenth-story window because I didn't want to take the stairs an hour or so ago?"
campanas
"Only being sure," she says. And she takes off and goes up and swoops down and collects Ari and flapflapflaps upupup.
bitterchill
Eventually they breach the cloud layer and Ari looks around. "Let's see, which... there!" He points to a fluffy cluster the middle of which opens out a few feet above a body of water. "If we go through that there'll be an island with a tower on it that you can fly to."
bitterchill
The tower is made of white crystal, jutting out from an island of black volcanic rock. The waves crash against the jagged cliffs, spraying salty mist onto the shore.
"This lake is actually about a hundred feet in either direction," Ari notes. "Lirrelal just really likes dramatic illusions."
"This lake is actually about a hundred feet in either direction," Ari notes. "Lirrelal just really likes dramatic illusions."
bitterchill
Ari knocks on the extremely large and impressive door. It booms resonantly.
The door is opened by a beautiful woman with a Botticcellian figure and at least three inches on Ari. She smiles radiantly. "Child of the snow. Do you seek to return to my household? I can make an exception to my usual rules, for one so lovely as you."
Ari laughs genially. "Not today, Lirre. Here on business. I need a long-term glamor to hide this child's wings. Preferably tied to a talisman."
"And what will you give me in return?"
"Let's not play games. When I saw you last you owed me three favors. One I spent to free myself. The second I spent on a portal to the mortal realm."
"You're calling in your third? For- this?"
Ari grins. "It's as good a favor as any."
The door is opened by a beautiful woman with a Botticcellian figure and at least three inches on Ari. She smiles radiantly. "Child of the snow. Do you seek to return to my household? I can make an exception to my usual rules, for one so lovely as you."
Ari laughs genially. "Not today, Lirre. Here on business. I need a long-term glamor to hide this child's wings. Preferably tied to a talisman."
"And what will you give me in return?"
"Let's not play games. When I saw you last you owed me three favors. One I spent to free myself. The second I spent on a portal to the mortal realm."
"You're calling in your third? For- this?"
Ari grins. "It's as good a favor as any."
bitterchill
"Not particularly!"
"I was not aware you had taken to lying so readily since you left my house," comments Lirrelal.
Ari rolls his eyes. "Alright, yes, it is kind of expensive. But I don't really care. Debts are a currency, currency exists to be spent. And I spend it to help my friends, when I can."
"I was not aware you had taken to lying so readily since you left my house," comments Lirrelal.
Ari rolls his eyes. "Alright, yes, it is kind of expensive. But I don't really care. Debts are a currency, currency exists to be spent. And I spend it to help my friends, when I can."
campanas
"...Okay. If wanting," says Pen. "Um but thing? I can put brainphone people if is helping."
bitterchill
The faerie spares Pen a fascinated glance. "She speaks oddly. And her wings... A fascinating oddity."
Ari clears his throat. "Thank you, Lirre. You are creepy as always."
Lirrelal laughs, a sound of crystal bells.
"But I'm using my favor, so... I bid thee by the debt thou owest me to use thy power to hide this child's wings with your strongest magics, until such time as she wishes they return. And quit being creepy at her."
She makes a noise of irritation and twiddles her fingers. Pen is unlikely to notice any difference, but to an outsider, her wings seem to have vanished.
bitterchill
Lirrelal snorts. "Maybe you think so."
"Thanks, Lirre. You're a real pal."
She chuckles. "I'd grant you another three favors in exchange for your foundling, if you'd let me have her."
"Aaaaaaand that is our cue to get the hell out of here. If you would, Pen?"
"Thanks, Lirre. You're a real pal."
She chuckles. "I'd grant you another three favors in exchange for your foundling, if you'd let me have her."
"Aaaaaaand that is our cue to get the hell out of here. If you would, Pen?"
campanas
"Not for giving," Pen says, sticking her tongue out at the faerie, and then she takes off and swoops down to collect Ari.
bitterchill
She waves cheerfully from her rock.
"Alright, just head for the- oh, you don't have the Sight, damn. Follow the bouncing sparkles, I guess." Ari conjures up a flying sparkleball to lead Pen back to the portal.
"Alright, just head for the- oh, you don't have the Sight, damn. Follow the bouncing sparkles, I guess." Ari conjures up a flying sparkleball to lead Pen back to the portal.
bitterchill
"S'a thing wizards have. Lets them see stuff mortals can't, especially magic stuff. And if you open it all the way you can understand it, but that hurts a lot. But if you had the Sight you could find your way to the portal without the sparkles. But, you know, sparkles are easy, I'm not complaining."