Storm leaves the tavern after her interaction with Thrixel and Nill and heads straight for the Mage's Guild. 

She pauses outside the doors of the MG, takes a deep breath, and then walks inside. She walks right up to the counter and sets down a gold. 

"I dunno how much it costs but I need to send a missive."

The receptionist nods. "It's a gold, miss."

Storm pushes the gold closer to the receptionist. "Great. Paper?"

The receptionist hands Storm a paper and quill. She quickly scribbles down her missive and passes it off. 

Ten minutes later, Storm is waiting in the common room when a missive appears in front of her. She grabs it out of the air and reads. When she's finished, she reaches up and snaps her fingers on the corner of the page so it lights up and burns to ash in her hands. 

Storm then exits the guild and heads down the street, disappearing into the crowd.

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The barkeep watches with an unamused look on his face as Thrixel tosses the spoon over his shoulder. When Thrixel asks for another, the lack of amusement becomes something close to anger.

"No! I'm not givin' ya another oneuh my spoons fer ya tah toss it over yer shoulder onto my floor! Now pick tha' up!" He leans on the counter, hands pressing into the wood as he stares Thrixel down. "Make a mess of my tavern and I'll see ya out that door!"

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*he chuckles to himself and scoots over to her seat, looking into her cup with both hands wrapped around the sides of it. He looks intently at the cup, lifting and looking at it from different angles, licking the side and flicking it while holding it to his ear, the grin never leaving his face* mhm, Storm doesn’t like hugs. Good to know, mhm, very good to know. Next time we try a poke, then a sniff, then a handshake. *he nods, chuckling as his wings twitch again, resting the empty mug on his head between his horns and slowly moving his hands away. He smiles at the barkeep, keeping balance* quick sir! Throw a spoon! First to make it in the cup gets a kiss from a lovely maiden! *he grabs a spoon from the bar, carefully seems to be lining up his throw, then launches the spoon over his shoulder clattering to the floor* drat! Bartender! Quick, give me another spoon so the competition is fair! 

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As soon as he pinches her arm, Storm turns a snarl at him. "Don't touch me!"

She stares at Thrixel, teeth bared, for several seconds. And then she shakes her head. She turns back to her drink, chugs the rest of it down, and then slides off the barstool.  She begins mumbling to herself though her mumbling gets louder and louder as she walks.

"Fucking fae. Fucking Stella. Fucking war!" Her mumbling ends in a loud: "FUCK!"

She marches through the tavern, slamming the doors open as she passes through them, and disappears into the street.

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*he blinks, laughing as she takes off running, then turns his gaze to meet storm* i just wanted to see what happens is all. They will come back. He sits the stool up and then hops up into it in a cross-legged sit, wings twitching as he looks at Storm. He looks at her for several moments, then reaches over and pinches her scaled arm firmly*

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Storm drops back onto her barstool as Nill returns to her seat.

The barkeep shouts at them. "This is a fine tavern! I don't need nobody climbing on my shit! Keep yer friend on a leash or sumthin'!"

Storm groans and presses her hands to her temples. "Sorry. Sorry."

When Thrixel touches Nill and she spazzes out and runs for the door, Storm can only watch. She sighs, turning back to her mug. She wraps her hands around the mug and hugs herself to it, groaning and mumbling to herself. Then she huffs a breath and looks at Thrixel.

"Ya know. Kinda rude to go grabbing someone's wings like that. How would you like it if someone did that to you?" Her expression turns flat. "Ya know what, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know."

Then she turns back to her drink.

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The instant his hand touches her wings, Nill goes completely rigid, her body locking in place, her hand frozen mid-motion.

Then, something breaks.

She twists out of his grasp in a sudden, reflexive motion and runs. The stool topples behind her with a sharp clatter, but she doesn’t so much as glance back. She cuts straight across the room, wings pulled tight against her back, every movement focused on getting away.

And then she’s out the door, gone.

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*Thrixel’s eyes follow the pixie the whole time, his eyes twinkling with excitement as the small creature takes off running. He sits up and squats, Duck-walking up behind Nill and gently holding the tops of her wings with his thumbs and forefingers* I like this little thing! Nill, was it? Have you ever spoken to Norid the toad? I met him in the street by some dead fellow in an alley. A riveting poet he is. Anyway, I am sure you two would get along. *he carefully flaps her small wings with his hands as he talks, seeming to be examining her wings thoroughly*

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Nill freezes for half a heartbeat at the overlapping shouts, then snaps into motion again.

She skitters along the tops of the cabinets before dropping down to the floor in a quick, flutter-assisted fall, rolling smoothing into the landing. She doesn’t pause. She darts across the room in sharp, erratic bursts, zigzagging, doubling back, circling Storm once before veering off towards the stairs.

Right as she does, Vesta is coming down to see what the commotion is.

“What is happen-”

She doesn’t get to finish. Nill scrambles straight up her back, rolls over her shoulder, and springs back to the floor in one fluid motion. Vesta just stands there, mouth still open mid-sentence for a beat, then slowly shakes her head.

“Nope. Not today.”

She turns and heads right back up the stairs.

Nill makes a few more darting passes before the energy burns out all at once. As if nothing happened, she climbs back onto her stool.

She goes perfectly still.

The die rolls again across the counter.

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As soon as Nill scrambles up onto the counter, the barkeep's head snaps in her direction. Storm tries to reach for her as she passes by. The barkeep stumbles over himself to race towards her as she leaps onto the cabinets. 

"No! NO NO NO! YOU!" He waves his rag at her and hops up and down. "You get down from there! NOW!"

Storm jumps up from her seat and barks. "NILL! DOWN!"

The barkeep turns to Storm. "Get her down!"

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Nill rolls the die once more, then abruptly springs from her chair. In a quick burst of motion, she darts over to the faerie, reaches out, and pokes him squarely in the forehead.

Just as quickly, she bolts.

She hops onto the counter and scrambles up the cabinets behind the bar with surprising speed. She disappears from sight, only to peek her head over the top a moment later, watching.

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*he smiles, tapping his foot in the air as he lays relaxed on the old tavern floors* something to do, someone to do, somewhere to do, somehow to do, *he chuckles* simply here to do. Do you know of a thing-one-where-how to do? *his wings twitch two quick times against the floor beneath him, sprawled out to his sides*

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Storm quirks an eyebrow. "Dance... Fatigue...?"

She shakes her head and sighs. "Sure. Sure. That's it exactly. Has nothing to do with the..."

She sighs again. Then lifts her mug to her lips and drinks. When she lowers it to the counter again, she stares into the mug. Then she takes in a sharp breath and turns back to look at Thrixel.

"So, you came for a dance? And something about seven squirrels?" She rubs her forehead with her thumb. "So..." She presses her lips together and hums for a second. "Nope. Can't say that." She blows out a breath. "So, are you looking for someone or something?"

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Jade leads the group to her office inside the Volaire embassy. Once the door is shut and the wards are raised Jade takes a seat at her desk and begins to talk.

"So why does Connor think I am trying to bring back Wolfrum's dad?"

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*he kicks his legs out straight, one crossed over the other as he folds his hands behind his head with a smile* of course I do! There’s a large organized dance-off I wasn’t invited to and these are the losers! *he motions to them* see the sad faces? The sunken cheeks and tired demeanors? *he nods, wagging a finger at you* ol’ Thrixel has been in enough dance battles to know exhausted dance fatigue when he sees it. 

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Sylvia quirks an eyebrow. "A theory huh? Well, if it's someone I should know about, let me know." She takes a drink and shrugs. Then speaks a little more loudly. "Don't need a customer who bad mouths my best smith."

She turns a grin at Zuiigri. "Let em spread that rumor."

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Zukar nods his head as he takes Vesta's hand. " Indeed. A change of scenery would be nice."

He smiles to Jade and then waits for her to lead the way.

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Nill takes one last glance at the faerie, then hops back onto her barstool. The die is already in her hand as she resumes her quiet game, feet kicking idly.

Now and then, she glances towards Storm before returning to the steady roll.

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Nill takes one last glance at the faerie, then hops back onto her barstool. The die is already in her hand as she resumes her quiet game, feet kicking idly.

Now and then, she glances towards Storm before returning to the steady roll.

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