Storm shrugs. "You needed an ear. I had two. I'm not the best with advice though. I'm a hunter. Not a philosopher."
Storm jerks her chin back towards the path they traveled. "I'll get you back to town. I honestly hope everything works out for you. Just keep in mind you're dealing with nobility and they do whatever they want. Us small folk don't really matter."
She waits for Vesta and then turns to lead her back through the woods to town.
When she gets back to the vardo, Storm rubs the back of her neck.
"I know I'm not the best person to come to but..." She sighs and shrugs. "I don't mind lending an ear when you need one."
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Storm chuckles. "Ok. Well. Make something from werewolf or not. As long as you apologize especially since she already has. Our friends should matter to us, ya know?"
She pushes away from the tree and wiggles her shoulders so her wings fluff out.
"Alright. Well. I listened. And offered some words of advice." She shrugs. "I got nothing else for you, really. I hope I helped. Anything else you need to get off your chest? Now's the time. No one around but us."
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Storm listens with a neutral expression on her face, continuing to lean with arms and ankles crossed. She remains quiet the entire time Vesta speaks, her tail slowly swaying behind her.
Storm waits patiently for Vesta to finish.
When she’s sure Vesta is at least pausing to breathe, she clears her throat.
”So… I’m not sure I’m really the best person to turn to cuz I’m not very good with… Feelings? So. Hope I don’t. Make things worse.” She sucks in a breath. You do need to get it together. You don’t know what’s happening with Tristan. You don’t know it’s your fault. And you’re absolutely right. You shouldn’t look. Don’t those visions hurt you? Besides, whatever is happening is totally out of your hands. You aren’t some hoity toity noble. He is.”
Her tail flicks. Whatever happens is between the nobles. Us commoners…? We don’t get a say in their business. No matter how important we think we are to them.”
She sighs. ”And you absolutely should go apologize to your friend. If she wanted you dead, you’d be dead. You said so yourself. She killed you once right? I don’t know if she did it to make a point or what that has you so scared of her but obviously, she can kill you if she wanted and she hasn’t.”
Storm takes a breath. ”You aren’t pathetic. You’re human. It’s just human emotion that builds up and needs a release. Kinda like my rage. I’m pretty level headed most of the time but sometimes, I’ve gotta let it out.”
“So, yeah. Cry it out. Then get it together. Go talk to your friend. If she really is your friend, maybe she can help lover boy. Or at least find out what’s going on for you.” Storm leans forward a little and wiggles her shoulders, stretching the wings on her back before folding them again and leaning back once more. ”That’s really all I got. I think.”
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Storm flinches back when Vesta bursts into tears and her wings flutter. She looks away awkwardly until Vesta starts explaining.
Storm stares at Vesta who is staring down and then she chuckles. "Oh man. You must be in a real bind to come to me."
She sighs and looks around. Then she half turns and waves to Vesta.
"Come with me." She turns to begin walking, grabbing her crackling glaive from its place against a nearby wall.
She walks through the village, greeting those she passes by name and smiling at them while they exchange quick pleasantries. She leads Vesta all the way to the edge of the village and past the wall. Never once looking back to see if Vesta is following, she leads them up to the forest and in.
There is a clearly well traveled path winding through the trees. It is wide enough for one person to pass through. Storm ducks under branches occasionally but the branches are above Vesta's head with no need for her to duck. They walk for several minutes until they come to a very small clearing.
The clearing is a small circle of flattened earth that has a large flat rock in the center and nothing else. All around the space, the trees lean slightly, providing plenty of shelter while leaving a gap in the bare branches to see the open sky.
Storm steps aside and gestures to the rock. "Have a seat."
She finds a tree to lean against with her glaive resting nearby within reach. She crosses her legs at the ankle and folds her arms across her chest then watches Vesta. Her tail flicks slowly behind her while her colorful wings are folded against her back.
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As Vesta travels through the village, she sees orcs of various heights, sizes, and ages all working or playing.
There are orc children playing some sort of game with pinecones, chasing one another around the village which has them cross Vesta's path by nearly colliding with the Ramtovi. They snicker, wave, and then rush off to continue their game. A young female orc is flailing an arm and chasing after them, screaming something in orcish at the children. She appears frustrated, not aggressive, as she chases them.
The adults of the village watch Vesta as she enters and as she passes but they offer only curious glances, nothing more. Some of them give her distracted smiles while others just glimpse her and return to their work.
Vesta hears Storm before she sees the Draconian.
"Not right there! Not right there! Oh shit." Then there is the sound of something large collapsing.
As Vesta turns the corner, she sees Storm and a couple of other orcs. They are waving hands in front of their faces to clear away the dust kicked into the air by the debris piled in front of them. The debris appears to be a small hut, partially built. The walls stand anyways. The roof has capsized into the walls surrounding it.
Storm sighs and plants her hands on her hips, shaking her head while her lion tail swishes behind her in quick strokes and her wings flutter restlessly. "It's okay. We'll just try again. Maybe with something a little lighter this time."
The two orcs with her nod and walk through the gaping archway in the wall. They get to work gathering the pieces that fell inside.
Storm sniffs and sneezes, quite a dainty sneeze for someone like Storm. Then she turns her head as Vesta turns the corner.
"I'd know you anywhere smelling like that. Always like... Incense and tea." Storm chuckles and waves the last of the dust from her face. "What are you doing here? This place doesn't exactly scream.... Vesta." Then Storm takes in her appearance. "What's wrong?"
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"Oh. Oh yeah. I guess you haven't seen me since..." Storm sighs and grabs her tail, lifting it and rubbing the tuft of fur at the end. "Yeah... So... Saige..." She leans in and whispers. "She made some sort of deal and I woke up like this. Wings, tail... Apparently... I'm part Faerie now."
She leans back and rubs the back of her neck. "I'm not sure what to do about it but no one is actively hunting me for sport so I suppose I'm alright." She lowers her arm and jerks her chin to indicate Jade. "What about you? You look like you haven't slept in a while. Are you okay?"
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Storm nods to them and glances over her shoulder at whatever Zuiigri had looked at. Spotting Jade, she smiles and waves. "Baroness! Hey!"
She turns back to Zuiigri. "Wait. Are you two good now? Should I have not done that?"
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Storm quirks an eyebrow as Zuiigri comes into view, immediately noticing the height difference as he steps up to them. She waits for Nill to introduce herself and then gives Zuiigri a smile.
"Sup, Zuiigri! You uh... Huh. Something's different. Is this from that thing we did?" She gestures to him up and down. "Oh but uh, yeah. This is Nill. She's going to help us out with the famine and waking Saige up."
Storm chuckles when he asks about the stick. "She needs a weapon. Some sorta wooden or bone something or other. All I know about the Fae really is that they are allergic to metal so she can't use a normal weapon like the rest of us. I was hoping you could help us out. I'll pay you, of course."
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As Jade makes her way through town, Storm catches the sight of her big flesh golem walking with Jade. She turns to the winged person at her own side and jerks her chin towards Jade.
"That's the Baroness. Come on. Maybe she needs to see Zuiigri too."
Storm and her friend head for the Artisan's Guild as well.
Inside the Artisan's Guild there are shoppers meandering about and checking out wares, though there do seem to be fewer people than there used to be. A tall woman with long blonde hair and a sour face stands behind the counter, idly sharpening a sword.
Storm follows Jade inside the guild and tries to catch up with her. "Baroness!"
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One evening, a little winged person and a tall winged person walk together into the Artisan's Guild. The tall winged person looks around briefly before heading for the counter.
"Sup, Sylvia. Zuiigri around? I may have a project for him if he's willing." Storm points over her shoulder at the little winged person with her. "It's for my new friend here. I think he should come meet her anyways."
Sylvia looks down at Nill with a grunt and turns to head through the entrance to the back of the shop. Storm looks down at the pixie.
"My friend Zuiigri is a pretty amazing smith so I'm certain he can make something for you." Storm tilts her head. "You've probably never met a beastkin. Well, he's part wolf. Wolf, okay? Not dog or anything. He's part wolf and that's important. See, it's rude to call him a dog, like it's rude to call my kind lizards and your kind... It's rude is all I'm getting at. But anyways, he's a good dude. I'm sure he'll help us out."
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Storm nods. "Alright. We can go visit the Queen. I'm not sure if she'll actually be available. Being as she's a queen and all. But we can try anyways."
The draconian turns on heel and begins walking back to the embassy. "She's the Queen of the Elves. And she's been nothing but polite to me and my friends. Well, except that time she had to- Never mind. She's a nice faerie is all that matters."
Storm smiles at Nill and leads her back through the Seshtau embassy and to the Elven embassy.
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Storm nods. "Yeah. This is her place all right.... But..."
She tilts her face up and takes a few deep sniffs. "Nah. She's not here. Hasn't been for a while. Her scent is getting fainter. Shit."
Storm looks over her shoulder towards the embassy and then back at the vardo. She sighs heavily and looks to Nill.
"Well. I don't know where she is and I know she likes to go to Foresetidale but... She's been gone a while. That's... Unusual. And slightly concerning considering she and the Baroness got into it a few weeks ago." Storm shakes her head. "Okay. Change of plans. Want to help me find a seer? Haven't been to Foresetidale in a while and I actually... Don't know... Shit. I don't know where she would be in Foresetidale. I've never been to what's his nuts house."
Storm sighs and reaches up to scratch her head. "I... Don't want to drag you all over the kingdom so... What say we come back another time? I guess, anyways." She shrugs, giving the vardo another glance before looking at Nill again. "We could always go back to the tavern? Or Kog'Thrak. Either works for me. Or we could trapsey around the kingdom in search of a Ramtovi seer. I don't know. What do you think?"
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Storm watches Nill, noticing her tensely withdraw, and she turns her attention ahead.
"Faeries sound as awful as the tales I was told growing up. I didn't want to believe them. I actually know a very friendly Faerie." Storm stops walking and her eyes widen. "Huh. I wonder... Nah." She shakes her head and resumes walking. "Shame the Faeries are as bad as the stories. But. Like I said. I know one who isn't. If you've ever got any interest in meeting her but I know that's... Probably... Not likely."
Storm clears her throat awkwardly.
They come to the front door of the embassy and one of the members lets them in when Storm knocks. She thanks them and heads inside.
[OOP: Thread continued in Seshtau forums.)
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Storm listens as they walk and heads for the Seshtau embassy.
"Hm. So, the person who told you to live. You said you've got no one in the Sidhe but sounds like someone cares about you to tell you to live. Are they... Gone?" Storm asks. "Don't feel you have to answer that actually. It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. I don't know what all you've been through but being collared like that? I'd... Well, I'd be dead cuz they would have to put it on my dead body."
She chuckles.
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