Nana smiled to
Sasha
in return. “Good and I hope you’ll enjoy it. The crown is not secured. I couldn’t let the chance to say something pass by.” She looked to how Lucifer’s call for dinner and the display of food looked somehow sinister and beautiful when handled by a Fairest like her. If ever a time to be poisoned. She mused without any real fear for it before looking back to
Rhodes
. “No intrusion, certainly.” She added to the talk of Hedge exploring before nearly cackling when he pierced the screeching comestible. Even she didn’t know quite what each dish would do.
She grinned as the table began to fill up and Wyrd warped food devoured. She gave a wink his way with the question to her plans. “Oh, fun as keeping you up there sounds -- I’ll let you off the hook.” She wouldn’t find much better time, Tiphon’s arrival reminding that the majority of the Freehold had arrived.
As the others gathered around the table she turned to the steps of Edna’s where she had laid her things. She picked up her bag and cage, bringing them up with her to balance on the porch banister as makeshift podium. She added from her bag a small, rectangular metal dish nearby. She brought out only three items to place on it, a black washcloth, a scalpel and a plump Dream-a-Drupe, last of her summer harvest.
“Everyone, evening.” She called out to the group as they settled, commanding only as much attention as those gathered were willing to give up. Though she did offer up glamour for the Wyrd to bless her words in honor of the season. “It is strange to speak of Autumn in this place. Where all but Summer’s sun seems mild. Still, leaves do change, harvests happen, and I am blessed by your company in watching season turn just as it should.” The backlighting of Edna’s streaming out from behind her to cast Mantle infused shadow out across the gathering, deepening the flicker of her features. “But we aren’t natural things, are we? We were pulled from this cycle.”
“Autumn teaches us to Fear many things. The growing shadows, the chill, but it tempts a final gift. A bounty waiting only for those that reach for it.” She then slipped the covering from off the cage. The very much living brown mouse inside squeaked amid shredded newspaper. She unlatched the cage door and reached in, snatching up the terrified animal in her gnarled hand to be brought out, legs caught between fingers. “We had many things taken from us, exchanged instead with nightmare as much as dream.”
She took up the scalpel, holding it to catch the light’s gleam. She brought it down, close to the squirming animal before turning her hand that held the mouse. She cut the back of her own hand, a sharp wince to her face as she ran the delicate blade over skin. A thin line of blood appeared slowly, then started to pool and drip as she held it up. The magic soon followed. The suture threads of her fingers thrashed about in the air for a moment before sinking into the mouse, past something more ephemeral than skin. The glossy brown fur dimmed, its squeal of panic losing strength. A healthy flush instead washed through her hand before those threads then burst out from the edge of the wound, sewing it up on their own. The trickle of blood the only evidence there had been a wound at all as the threads dove back in. Her odd grin returning as the vital spark was put to use and she looked over the crowd.
“This is what Autumn reminds. We were molded by things that only know how to take. But we can do more.” She put the scalpel down and replaced it with the Dream-A-Drupe. She bit into the overripe fruit and chewed, this her own method for bridging the gap of its healing properties on mortal beings before setting it down again. She used her finger and thumb to hold the mouse’s head steady while she dribbled the concoction into its mouth. She held it up as the color came back to its fur and its limbs pumped with returned vigor. She used the cloth to brush her own mouth and hand clean before addressing the poor souls attempting to eat. This was mild to her.
“We can return ourselves to this world without shame of what we are. Tonight, I hope only that you face it. Let us be the only things to Fear and call this crown to its rightful place.” She bowed her head briefly. She didn’t want the thing herself, but the Wyrd had a strange humor sometimes. She returned the mouse to the cage, locking the door behind it. She did add a baby carrot from a baggie in her pocket through the bars before covering it again at least. “I'll wash my hands first." She added against that fear, food present and all, at least before dipping into Edna's proper to place the cage somewhere quiet and do just that.
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| 2018-10-03 18:51:36 |
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Nana rolls 7 to Spooky Speech (Pre 2 + Express 1 + Favored Fate 4) (10 Again) |
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4, 8, 6, 7, 2, 8, 5 |
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2 successes |
Everything, roll included, just for fun to gauge how a not-so social Wizened would perform. Not pressure to react any other way than you think your character would! Thanks for indulging; for transparency though: She activates Favored Fate for the speech, inflicts 1L on herself with the scalpel, heals 1L from Leechfinger blessing, then heals 1L for the mouse with Faerie Healing and harvest from Hedge Bounty.
Spooky Speech, 2 successes
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Retainer
Striking Looks
No Fear around here 
Presence
Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
