nyx meets telly

(9:29:29 AM) Feld: There are no city or church bells to tell the time by this far out in the country, no Dwarven or Gnomish clockwork tower to read, but the sun has set below the mountains and that marks the time as Late.  For travellers, it is the time to set camp or beg, or buy, a way indoors.  Below one of the many claw-shaped mountains that provided the Dragon's Back its name, a two-story tavern squats by...
(9:29:31 AM) Feld: ...the road, a stable to its side and light filtering through dirty windows.  A sign hangs over its entranceway marking it as The Traveller's Rest.
(9:44:34 AM) Feld: The door has not been oiled in years, it feels like, but the rush of fire-warmed air and the scent of a thick meaty broth that greets one who enters is enough to make the effort worth it.  Inside, a few tables and chairs sit before a bar, behind which sit a glorious multitude of glass bottles and small casks, out of place here in the backwoods where delivery would be slow.  A crossbow sits...
(9:44:36 AM) Feld: ...upon the wooden bar in full view, looking to be the most well-tended thing in the building, given the sheen of its polished wood.  Its owner, the Dwarven tavernkeep, all beard and hair, waves any newcomers toward the great black pot hanging by the fire.  A broth to warm the stomach and soul battered by the mountains' chill.
(9:46:32 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide flutters through the door of the inn. A small figure at a foot and a half tall, she has a slim figure and dark blue hair that matches her fluttering wings. She's dressed in a black breastplate and dark blue armoured skirt above armour boots. She's got a rapier hanging at her side, like one made for a doll...though people's eyes can tell it's razor sharp.
(9:47:09 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide gives a brilliant grin as she looks about, her teeth pearly white and her eyes a brilliant bright blue. She has a black tattoo around one eye giving that eye the look of a wedjat on her ivory-white skin.
(9:50:20 AM) ***Tellarine Marcello sits in a corner, just outside the fire's glow, poring over a map spread over a tabletop. She apparently is compensating for the lack of firelight by having conjured a small glowing sphere all her own that hovers obediently a few feet over her head. Her lips move soundlessly as she traces a finger along the parchment.
(9:51:05 AM) Feld: The dwarf gives the pixie a long look as she enters.  With a huff that causes his beard to ruffle, he must decide that the little fae will be little trouble and turns back to polishing his crossbow.
(9:53:49 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide looks about for an open seat before fluttering over towards the corner. She would like a dark corner of her own but the others are full of people in cloaks or black outfits. She wouldn't want to look like a copycat.
(9:55:38 AM) Tellarine: She is seated, but even so it's hard to miss the regal bearing of one of the archfey themselves; long, straight blonde hair drapes down the back of her chair, and her pointed ears sweep back along her head. She's dressed in a white blouse with three-quarter sleeves and breeches, and her hands are concealed by fine sheepskin gloves, though they still give away long and slender fingers.
(9:55:38 AM) Tellarine: A hefty pack rests on the floor near her chair, and a small case sits next to the map on the table, a feather quill protruding from it that she occasionally snatches up to make notes on the map.
(9:56:17 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide gives a cheerful wave...before hardening her features and attempting to look disinterested.
(9:56:57 AM) Tellarine: ...Bent over the map as she is, it appears the eladrin has missed her greeting completely.
(9:58:09 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "...a-hem." She goes back to looking disinterested.
(10:02:00 AM) Tellarine: "Yes, thank you, I'm quite sated for now, no need for more," she says, almost dismissively. And only then does she bother to look up, eyes squinting slightly as she adjusts to the light--and catches sight of her visitor. "Erm..."
(10:02:00 AM) Tellarine: Her eyes are green, entirely, not a pupil or sclera to be seen. "...Sorry, I thought you were...sorry."
(10:03:24 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide keeps up her image of disinterest. "I'm nothing of the sort."
(10:09:44 AM) Tellarine: "Okay. Well, I apologize for sounding dismissive. I'm just busy." She bends back to her map.
(10:10:26 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Oh? What are you looking at?" She looks over with interest...before quickly shifting to look like she really doesn't care.
(10:12:51 AM) Tellarine: The map is covered with scratch marks and notes in the blank margins outside the printed area, all in neat and precise handwriting, and a line has been drawn through several locations in red ink, appearing to denote a long trip so far.
(10:12:51 AM) Tellarine: "I'm...planning," she replies eventually, sounding distracted. "Trying to find a pattern..."
(10:13:42 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide stares at it, clearly having no clue what she's looking at.
(10:15:08 AM) Tellarine: It takes a few more minutes, but eventually she sits back in her seat with an exhausted sigh, rubbing at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "Close..." she murmurs to herself.
(10:16:05 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide sits down on the table, cross-legged. "Close to what?"
(10:18:18 AM) Tellarine: She lets her hands drop and turns her gaze to the pixie. "...To finding my little girl," she responds.
(10:18:48 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide raises an eyebrow
(10:25:44 AM) Tellarine: "Never mind," she brushes it off.
(10:27:02 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "What do you mean?" She sounds a little concerned.
(10:30:48 AM) Tellarine: "It's nothing you need concern yourself over," she says, reaching to gather up the map, rolling it up to store away in a nearby case.
(10:31:14 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide glowers "Don't tell me what's my buisness or not."
(10:37:04 AM) Tellarine: "It's quite personal," she retorts, voice getting a little heated.
(10:38:44 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Too bad, it's my buisness now." She keeps up the glower, it's more cute than scary.
(10:52:44 AM) Tellarine: She blinks. "What? No, you don't just get to intrude like that! That's not polite at all."
(10:55:28 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Why would I be fucking polite? I'm an evil servent of a badass goddess!" She grins.
(10:55:29 AM) Feldier left the room (quit: Connection reset by peer).
(11:02:55 AM) ***Tellarine turns up her nose. "Politeness will open more doors for you than brashness or intimidation," she sniffs.
(11:06:55 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Being a badass warrior opens even more!" She waves her razor-sharp little blade about to demonstrate.
(11:14:58 AM) Tellarine: She sighs and gestures, and a spectral hand forms about the pixie, gripping her in a fist and moving her a few inches further up in the air. "Perhaps you should have asked your goddess to grant you some extra size."
(11:16:18 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide flails...and Tellerine feels a sudden chill as a divine seal forms for a moment on her chest. "Don't do that!"
(11:22:21 AM) Tellarine: The same fingers twitch, and the hand dissolves to nothing, leaving Nyx floating by herself once again. She seems unbothered by the supernatural chill. "While I don't doubt your power, there are times to employ it, and times to keep it away, understand?"
(11:23:05 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide huffs. "I use it whenever and wherever I want! So what's this about your little girl?"
(11:24:52 AM) Tellarine: "I don't know if I should tell you," she returns primly. "Not if you cannot be polite about asking."
(11:26:23 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide rolls her eyes. "I guess it's not that important if you can play games about it."
(11:28:11 AM) Tellarine: "It's *deathly* important." Her tone is entirely serious. "But why would I tell a complete stranger who's been nothing but rude?"
(11:29:04 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Becasue that stranger is interested and might decide to help!"
(11:31:02 AM) Tellarine: She stares at the pixie for a loooong minute, then sighs again. "Please, sit."
(11:31:34 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide sits back down on the table, cross legged
(11:33:51 AM) Tellarine: "I suppose I should begin with my name--Tellarine Marcello, late of the Academy of the Spiral Tower."
(11:34:59 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "I am Nyx Eventide of a shitty little valley full of life and cheer and happy songs." She looks sick.
(11:39:56 AM) Tellarine: "It sounds lovely," she deadpans. "I suppose I've already spilled the point, so...my daughter was taken from me several weeks ago. I've been following a trail to get her back...which is what you saw on that map."
(11:40:58 AM) ***Nyx_Eventide nods. "...people would take a child away from thier mum? They are gigantic dicks...I'm evil but I'm not a dick."
(11:48:58 AM) Tellarine: It's a little hard to tell with her eyes being all one color, but she seems to regard Nyx with some disbelief. "If you'll forgive my saying so...you...don't really come off as all that evil."
(11:50:42 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "I'm exceptionally evil! I've done many terrible things!" She resumes waving the rapier about.
(11:51:36 AM) ***Tellarine raises a placating hand. "Alright, alright. You're the lowest of the low and I'm trembling in my seat to be in your presence."
(11:52:35 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Good, so you should be!" She nods, smiling. It's a bright, happy smile.
(11:56:48 AM) Tellarine: "How might this unworthy servant convince you, O Mighty One, to aid her in her pathetic quest." She's not even trying to make it sound like a question, and her tone is level.
(11:58:02 AM) Nyx_Eventide: "Ok, I'm not an idiot. I know what you are doing. You are trying to butter me up becasue you need my help." She rolls her eyes. "I'm not an idiot."
(11:59:53 AM) Tellarine: "You've seen right through this unworthy one's ploy, Might One."
(11:59:59 AM) Tellarine: Mighty*
(12:00:54 PM) ***Nyx_Eventide pouts cutely. "Stop that."
(12:03:16 PM) Tellarine: There's just the tiniest hint of a smirk. "Is this unworthy one doing something not to your liking?"
(12:03:58 PM) ***Nyx_Eventide flails. "Stop that. I know you are not serious with 'Unworthy one'!"
(12:06:59 PM) Tellarine: "On the contrary. How could I be, when in the presence of one of such evil nature?"
(12:07:46 PM) ***Nyx_Eventide glowers at her. It's mostly cute...though there is a hint of something actually worrying in it.
(12:10:25 PM) Tellarine: She spreads her hands. "You yourself have been emphasizing your evilness. Is it not the place of peons such as myself to be instinctively cowed and submissive to same? Therefore, by simple logic, I am not worthy. Q. E. D." She emphasizes each last letter with a tapping fingernail on the tabletop.
(12:11:48 PM) Nyx_Eventide: "Don't make me turn your neck into a series of pretty little flowers in the snow!" She resumes flailing
(12:13:34 PM) Tellarine: "Hmm." She taps her chin, then snaps her fingers. A chain of illusory flowers appears around her neck. "Like this?"
(12:14:24 PM) Nyx_Eventide: "...no...I mean like...slash, splat!" She waves her Rapier in a slashing motion.
(12:16:45 PM) Tellarine: The illusory flowers fall to neatly sliced pieces, fluttering to the tabletop before they pop out of existence. "I see."
(12:17:37 PM) Nyx_Eventide: "You should! It looks really impressive and scary when I do it...but you wouldn't see if you were dead!"
(12:19:05 PM) Tellarine: She nods in agreement. "That would make it slightly difficult, yes."
(12:19:24 PM) Nyx_Eventide: "It would." She pouts adorable.
(12:19:34 PM) Nyx_Eventide: *adorably
(12:20:15 PM) Tellarine: "Then I shall try to avoid that unhappy occurrence."
(12:22:47 PM) Nyx_Eventide: "Good!" She gives a brilliant beaming smile.