brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

"And I love you, my owl," she whispers back.

It won't be long before they doze off, to wake a few hours later.

Kreyu sighs. "Time to say goodbye to my hands for a while."

"Before you shift," he reaches for her hands as she speaks, to give her a reason to pause. His fingers gently intertwine with hers and he squeezes gently. "To give you a bit of a reminder, until you are able to hold mine again."

He presses his lips to her knuckles, each hand in turn.

"It will just take me a moment to finish dressing," he adds. "Then you will have your 'perch' back."

"My sweet and thoughtful love," her smile is a bit sappy as he squeezes her hands, presses his lips to her knuckles. "I did very well for myself, in scooping you up," her tone is slightly teasing at the very end.

She waits until he's dressed to take her cat shape, leap up onto his shoulder. Skellig can hear Xenophon and Kirke coming out into the hall, eager to get going.

With his faithful companion at his 'side', it does not take them long to make their way out of the inn and back onto the streets.

Once they are on the road leaving the city, Skellig looks to them. "We will crush the tablets once we are back with the rest of our gear. It will be simple enough to turn them to dust, leave no doubt of their destruction."

He wonders... did Xenophon tell Kirke just how they would be traveling?

"Is your...cat going to assist in the crushing?" Kirke asks, voice quiet. Here tone suggests she knows that Kreyu isn't JUST a talking cat.

Xenophon squeezes her hand, grins at Skellig. "I mentioned a few things, last night."

"She will ensure that they are turned to fine grit," Skellig says. "But we thought if either of you would like to be the first to cast them upon the ground, then by all means we would offer the option."

His smirk is knowing in response. "And I suspected you might have. Probably wise, even with you mentioning that your sister is quite brave."

"He did, did he?" Kirke remarks, pleased. "Only took you HOW many years to say something nice about me to a stranger?" she teases her brother.

"You are a menace," he grumbles back at her, but there's no heat to it.

When they reach the place she transformed before, Kreyu leaps off of Skellig's shoulders. "Would you make sure they don't see, love?" she asks, voice soft enough that only he will hear.

Skellig hums his affirmation and turns their attention away from Kreyu as she moves off to shift. They don't even notice the hint of a nudge he gives them as he draws the ceramic tablets out of the bag and hands them over.

HE can sense the shift easy enough as her sheer presence changes, along with her heartbeat, the sound of breath in her lungs. But he waits for her to be fully ready before he glances back in her direction.

"If you would like those tablets crushed, I am prepared to assist," she offers. She sparkles in the sunlight as they turn.

"Oh, you're LOVELY!" Kirke blurts out, then blushes fiercely Xenophon claps a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

It is oh so very tempting for him to reply but that's what I'm supposed to say but he refrains in this instance.

"I will arrange these new pieces of gear into our rigging while you help them with those tablets, my love?" He is listening carefully to their surroundings and they are clear of any other beings, so they do not have to worry.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," she rumbles.

Kirke throws 'her' tablet on the ground with some force, stamps on it, but the ceramic resists her strength.

Xenophon is less outwardly emotional, just placing his tablet next to his sister's.

Kreyu brings one foot down on the tablets with a mighty STOMP, then grinds her foot back and forth for a moment. The hated contracts are reduced to powder.

"And so strong too," Kirke says, looking at Kreyu. "Do you have any sisters?" she asks the dragon.

"Kirke!" Xenophon scolds, flushing.

THAT comment gets Skellig's attention and he laughs brightly - both at the comment itself and the reaction from her brother.

"Nothing wrong with being appreciative," he chirps. "Though no sisters, sorry to disappoint."

It feels GOOD to watch the ceramics be reduced to powder. Once their bags are rigged and he replaces their gear on Kreyu's body, he offers his hands to Kirke. "I nearly forgot."

Right. Wings. Xenophon has seen them, but they've been hidden otherwise with the amulet. "Mine aren't nearly as impressive, but they're functional. Let's get you up there first."

Yes, he has owl wings and can fly and lift a human easily.

"Only brothers, neither interested in courtship behavior, I'm afraid," Kreyu adds.

"Oh well, I had to ask," Kirke replies, grinning.

Kirke laughs in delight as he picks her up, flies her up to 'their' seat on Kreyu's back. "I think your wings are quite impressive," she tells Skellig.

Once everything is settled and ready to go, she takes off with a might leap! One sibling is on either side of Skellig for this trip.

"Courtship behavior?" Xenophon asks Skellig, trying not to be overheard by anyone else. Clearly, he doesn't know what is meant by that and has been turning the words over in his head.

"As far as dragons go?" Skellig shrugs faintly. "I am not entirely certain of what all it entails from a male's...position."

He is also unsure if he wants to mention that Kreyu can also shift and take a human (or relatively close to it) form. He is hesitant to give out too many details without approval...

"But they act similar to birds," he says. "Bringing gifts to their potential mate, tend to act in a manner that might impress them. Showing off around others."

"Oh, that." Xenophon blushes. "I should have guessed. Thank you, for explaining."

He is saved from dying of embarrassment by Kirke attempting to grab hold of a piece of cloud.

She frowns as her hand passes right through it. "They LOOK as though they ought to be fluffy, but they just feel like fog."

"Even the thickest ones are deceiving," Skellig agrees. "If they are storm clouds, sometimes they contain a bit of energy that you can feel - similar to when you rub certain fibers together and the hairs on your skin stand on end? But with my wings, I tend to avoid those if possible, and fly a safe distance away."

He raises a hand slightly as they pass through another few puffs of cloud, his fingers 'trailing' through the wisps.

"That sounds like it would be uncomfortable with feathers, and potentially dangerous if there were any sparks," Kirke replies.

Kreyu makes a noise of agreement. "I remember when I first asked my brother what fog was. He told me it was a cloud that was afraid of heights and so it hugged the earth instead."

"They feel the same, so it would make sense if they were the same thing. I don't know that I believe they are afraid though," Xenophon offers after a moment of thought.

"Sometimes it is easier to understand the strange things by comparing them to things that we know...it is easier to make sense of them by viewing them as creatures, actions, or emotions."

Skellig shrugs slightly.

"I do not think that clouds or fog feel, though they are influenced by many other things - the winds that blow, the sun and the moon, even the tides of the ocean."

"That is how we often learn as children, although I suppose that never really ends," Xenophon muses.

"It's just what we are trying to understand that changes, sometimes," Kirke finishes.

"Better to try and fail than not try to understand at all," Kreyu rumbles.

They pause for a break and a meal halfway before taking flight again. It is late afternoon when they near their destination.

"Ah, I see that semi-reputable tavern Artemesia favors is still in business," Kreyu says, peering down below. "I would bet that's where she'll be. She's a retired ship captain, but she knows everyone who is anyone in this region that sails a ship. She will know who you can trust to take you where you would go safely."

Skellig knows they discussed finding a place to spend the night - he is not sure if that tavern is the place, but first they will get Xenophon and Kirke situated before they will take their leave...

"Where will it be safe for you to land? And would it make sense to...mention you by name? Or how should we do that?"

(He is unsure if she would wish to shift to her human form, or stay in cat-shape...)

"Artemesia only knows my cat shape, although I'm sure she has suspicions," Kreyu rumbles. "She knows me by Kreyu, so that should be simple enough."

She has to circle to find a place big enough and remote enough for her to land and change.

Skellig will have a familiar calico cat on his shoulder before they set off. She rubs her head against his cheek in greeting.

"I think she will be happy to see the 'talking moggy' again, even though she's settled down a bit." Kreyu chuckles. "Married a very nice widow with some children of her own. 'Getting a head start on grandchildren', she joked when I saw her last."

As they walk along the road towards the tavern, Skellig keeps one hand lifted up to scratch her chest and allow her to rub her cheeks upon, as while they have shared plenty of physical contact with the flying - this is different, more personal.

"Talking moggy," he muses playfully. "That is a new one I have yet to call you. What will she think of me as the companion you have chosen as your own?"

Kirke and Xenophon look a bit nervous, though determined as they walk - each step closer to the town is a step closer to their new beginnings. And whatever ship they will find will certainly be a different type than the last one Xenophon was on!

"No idea why some sailors call cats 'moggies'," she grumbles, though there's no heat in it. "I'm sure she will see you as the wonderful man that you are."

When they enter, some sort of game with darts and the consumption of small cups of liquor is going on. Surely a combination that won't result in bodily harm at some point during the evening, right?

There is also betting, apparently, as one older woman whose hair is greying is collecting a small pile of coins. "Hah, never doubt this old lady, lads!" she tells them, cheerful, as she slaps one on the back. Her Chiton is red and blue, a bold splash of color in the middle of the room.

She turns, catches sight of them, and her grin widens as she laughs loudly and joyfully. "Looks like my luck has come to visit, lads. Have another round on me!" This prompts cheering from 'the lads' and whatever ill feelings might have been brewing over her win vanish.

She walks toward them, the slightest hitch in her stride. There is pain there, the rheumatism that encouraged her to leave the sea behind, but the liquor has taken the edge off.

"Hello, Artemisia," Kreyu says, pleased to see her friend.

As Kreyu speaks and Artemisia approaches, Skellig finds a conveniently empty table with four chairs at it nearby - and pulls one out for her friend to sit.

"The next round of yours will be on us," he adds cheerfully. "Kreyu had hoped to find you in this place, and it was our luck to lead us here as well."

Artemesia grins. "Of course," she says as she slides into the chair. "Should have known you'd catch yourself a proper gentleman, moggy." She nods her thanks to Sokratis/Skellig. "Bet he's good with his hands too." Her grin and her energy suggest that the innuendo in that statement is ENTIRELY intentional.

Thankfully, this shape can't blush, as Kreyu GETS that innuendo now! "That would be telling," Kreyu replies, coy.

Artemesia cackles at her response, amused and proud, before glancing at Xenophon and Kirke. "And two you've rescued the way you once rescued me, I'm guessing?"

"Not PRECISELY the same way," Kreyu replies as a bottle of that liquor and some cups are placed on the table. "This is Xenophon and Kirke."

"We need a ship, but we don't know who to trust," Xenophon explains. "We don't want to end up back where we started," Kirke adds.

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