Doin' it Rite

[Bird]

Bird watches Emily slowly come around to her realization. Fa-ninna feels for her. He's been wrong plenty and is like to be wrong plenty more. He gives the blue-haired wolf a rare smile; it's meant to be warm, but still comes off as a touch predatory.

He lifts his can in a salute to the Ithaeur, "The day you stop learning is the day you stop breathing." That bit of wisdom dispensed, the Irraka chugs the rest of his beer. Looks from wolf to wolf. He could use a smoke.

Hector's directions to the most convenient spot to capture decay spirits is met with a nod. Bird stores that information away. Never know when you might need to make an inconvenient body up and vanish.

Me too! Thanks for the scene, folks.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily nods at Hector's assessment. "Yeah, wherever things are breaking down is best. Obviously, I'm not a huge fan of bringing them here but I do what I need."

She shrugs awkwardly at Bird. "True enough."

Looking back to Hector, the Crescent smiles. "They're a neat trick. As long as I have a bit of warning, I can put together things. Otherwise I can start finding some suitable spirits for fetishes."


She happily chats about the rituals with anyone who wants to stay, long into the evening.

Thanks all!