(WC 2015) Green and Daisy

[Nathan Griffin]

He wandered taciturn throughout the room after taking his pledge, dodging groups of people either because they were strangers or because he just did not want to face them at the moment. Maybe it was the nature of Winter, making people depressed and apathetic. Or maybe not, he thought when he saw Green. Though he wasn't about to say it to him he had grown fond of the Mountain, and realized he didn't mind hanging around for a while.

"Hey, Green. What's up?" he took a look at the table next to them. "Cupcakes. Nice!"

He took one of the pastries and gave it a hungry bite before directing his attention to the woman. She had a cat (a cat!), but with some effort he managed to keep his reaction to a brief raising of a brow.

"Care to introduce us?"

[Malcolm Green]

"Yeah. That would be nice." Green murmured loudly.

His blocky head swivelled at his motley mate's approach. "Hey! Nathan, yeah. Uh... This is Nathan; he's a friend of mine. This here is Daisy. She just taken the Oath. She's an Artist. She has a cat, yeah. He's called Shig... Sushi... Um. She has a cat. Yeah."

The mountain bobbed his head sagely.

[Pixie Styx]

'Maybe I could find a Council member and suggest it.' Daisy thought at Green's rumbling response. "Does the Freehold have a suggestion box, or something like it?" The artist asked aloud, 'Rather not be a bother if I can help it.' she thought, knowing how many people thought of her bubbly personality.


It was almost if she and the mountain were in their own little world until they were joined by an obvious predator, his black and white hair feathers as sticking as his wolfish grin. Daisy listened politely as she was introduced to the newcomer.

"Hello Nathan." she chirped. "Sly," she said in answer to her furry companion's name, it's just easier to pronounce, and remember then his actual name. "Say hello Sly." the artist said with a tug on his leather leash.


The black cat turned from where he curled around her feet to gaze longingly at the Lady Archivist, looking up at his artist, before seeing the hunter's feathers. "Ahem. Meow." the hedge beast said in a deadpan.

[Nathan Griffin]

"Daisy, huh?" for some reason, all he could think of when hearing that name was that old timey campaign ad. "Nice meeting you."

He looked at Sly with an amused smile, which quickly froze. Did that cat just say "ahem"? Did cats do that? He wouldn't know; he could never stand the things.

"Uh, yeah. Ahem to you too," he tried to think of a way of changing the subject. "I'm guessing Green's been bringing you up to speed on how things work around these parts?"

[Malcolm Green]

"Yeah. I got that covered off." Green rumbled in response.

Pausing, he gave Daisy's question some thought. "Nope. Not letterboxes as such... Not a bad idea. Yeah... Anyway ah no. We just stick up a few coded flyers here and there... Like here at the Blue Note. Or theres a spot in the Forge where the Summers hang. Edna's probably has a board too. Spring does - but I don't much know where they hang. Quicksilver Gate - maybe. Or the Rose Garden... I think."

He shrugged. Turned to Nathan.

"Daisy here is an artist. Sculptor." The last word was tinged with respect - a rare burst of feeling from the mountain.

His gemstone eyes drifted back over the china doll, passing on to another chattering knot of Lost before sweeping back to their little group. And settling on the wizened.

[Pixie Styx]

Daisy nodded, smiling brightly when Green answered Nathan's question. Then in response to Green's negative response about a suggestion box, "I guess that's my first suggestion then!"

Daisy memorized the names of the changeling friendly locations in the city, "I'll have to take in the sites then hmm? Though I might need an escort until I gain my barrings."

Daisy gave a half bow as Green introduced her profession to Nathan, careful that her antler-horns didn't poke anyone, then shot up beaming when she heard the mountain's rumbling voice tinted with respect.

Sly apparently had quite enough of his artist's saying 'no' to him, the cat quickly climbed up her dress, making his way to her shoulders as she straightened out, curling around her neck as he had before and promptly fell asleep.

OOC: Oops

Apparently I've been flubbing up Sly, I didn't realize my hedge beast was supposed to be played with Retainer Rules. Sorry guys.

[Nathan Griffin]

"A letterbox? Well, I wish you luck with the bureaucratic process. Me, I'm just an unconcerned citizen," he teased before finishing his cupcake. "You should try Lynn," he added at the mention of an escort, pointing to the Doll's location on the bar. "She's a Councilor and one of yours, plus I'm sure she'd be happy to help. Unless our friend Green here wants to volunteer?"

He looked at Green while he introduced Daisy's profession. Spring loves the fine arts, doesn't it?

"Sculptor, huh? I had a friend who was into that back in New York. Wouldn't mind seeing some of your stuff sometime, if you didn't mind."

[Malcolm Green]

Green responds to the Hunterheart's glance with a blank, vacant stare. Right up to the last moment where he makes an obvious gesture in silent agreement.

Elementals!

Blithely unaware of his lack of manners, he turns back to Daisy.

"Um. Sure. I guess. If you want the Forge... If you like punk and metal and good working folk frenzying their cares away. The music is loud but the vibe is good. Gets the juices flowing if you let it. Probably why the Summer folk like it so much. But, uh, don't ask me to take you to the Gate. You'll like it, I'm sure... But I'm just to big to fit in the place. If you know what I mean."

[Pixie Styx]

"Lynn the...Steward," Daisy spoke, remembering what Green told her. "She's a Spring? At least if, or when, I approach her we'll have some common ground."

"I have a few things for sale online, and more then that in my studio, but I only like to show finished pieces." the artist told the hunter.

"I'm not one for punk or mental...but I'd like to visit the Forge at least once, just to see what it's like. I might need to...free myself from my safe little bubble once and a while." Daisy's quite, as she thinks of what the others would think of her, and her delicate porcelain features in a manic frenzy of pure emotion. It's been a very, very, long time since she's been able to let go, and just feel.

"Perhaps I could ask Lynn to visit...the Quicksilver Gate with me." she pondered aloud after Green brings her back to the present.

Though a thought strikes her as she attempts to remember what she knows of the Quicksilver Gate, "I...oh...do you think I could learn to craft tokens? Or learn how to create hedgespun items? I can sculpt, but that is mundane and decorative, I do wish to aid the Freehold. Do you think it should be something I should look into?"

[Malcolm Green]

The mountain shrugs.

"Dunno? Maybe talk to Ramona or Tally? I don't deal in such things much myself, yeah? I suppose you could seek out Mr. Tickles at the Quicksilver Gate if your, like, feeling daring. Yeah. He might take you on as an apprentice if you can convince him?"