[D1-EE] Crawdad Boil [Social Thread]

[Dilyéhé]

Gray nods. "Should I take a walk?"

Dily cocked her head to the side, as if listening for something.

"Now?" she asked after a moment of consideration.

[Craig Walker]

She grinned, and climbed into Walker's lap, making herself comfortable. Then took the cup and placed it on the table, then took his injured hand and cupped it in hers - taking both of her hands in attempt to cover his one. She murmured a few sweet nothings, and expelled glamour into healing him.
When she took her hands away and undid the bandage, it was as if he'd never been injured at all. She kissed where the wound had been, all the same.

"Voila!"
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D1 EE - Gift of warm blood - Wits 3 + Medicine 2 + Mantle 3: 8d10o10h8 5
Nice.
Need to lookup if Ex.Suxx does anything extra?

Craig shifted to make himself comfortable for Mina, it wouldnt be hard for the smaller girl to find room on his large lap. As she settled in he pulled her in a bit wrapping his other arm around her slender waist.

As she worked her magic he chuckled flexing his large "Thanks, feels better than new." He leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on the top of her head, his lips were very warm as they touched her head.

[Gray]

Dily cocked her head to the side, as if listening for something.

"Now?" she asked after a moment of consideration.

Gray nods. "It's my kind of party anyway. An excuse ta give a, watcha call it, Irish goodbye..."

Gray cocks his head back to mirror Dily, "Want to join?"

[Dilyéhé]

Gray cocks his head back to mirror Dily, "Want to join?"

She considered it carefully, if it would possibly upset the host. But so far, she was blending in with the crowd to not be noticed too much, and apart from someone trying to match Gray's pace of eating, he too was not drawing much attention.

"If you allow it, then yes," she nodded, curious of where this would lead them.

[Gray]

"Sounds like a plan." Gray stretches as he gets up, he tail now swishing with eagerness as he plods to the edge of the surrounding area. He trots with an almost expected arrogance and grace, turning back and licking his paws to savor the last bites of the food as he waits for Dily to join him.

"Do you think somethin's gonna happen? Didn't wanna say it 'round the others, but I figure that if there is a reason they was warned off, it would happen while we're all together."

[Chantelle Rossette]

"Winter's a cold bitch." he huffed, baring his teeth. "She's gonna have to run fast to catch me." The beast sounded all to certain and the eyes of his feathered tail had almost a smug look on them. "But I guess no-one can run forever. " Marcus' ears flopped down a little.

"Not really a place for me. I like to be alone a lot. Bobby dragged me there. My mate from the ship. He says you are awesome." a dry, bestial cackle followed. "If he only knew." Showing surprising amounts of tact, Marcus kept some of Bob's opinions to himself.

Laughing, "no doubt, no doubt, she no fun at all. Now Spring," Chantelle gave the beast a conspiratorial wink, "she go 'roun' breathin' life into dings, makin' dem stan' up and grow." The Fairest chuckled, and it sounded like little streams after the thaw, "you tell Bobby to come up an' see me again sometime, an' you come 'roun' tomorrow. It always quiet on Wednesday."

[Dilyéhé]

"Sounds like a plan." Gray stretches as he gets up, he tail now swishing with eagerness as he plods to the edge of the surrounding area. He trots with an almost expected arrogance and grace, turning back and licking his paws to savor the last bites of the food as he waits for Dily to join him.

"Do you think somethin's gonna happen? Didn't wanna say it 'round the others, but I figure that if there is a reason they was warned off, it would happen while we're all together."

Dily followed, leaving little indication behind that she had been at the party save for those who would recall her speaking earlier and playing music. Away from the life of the party, she seemed a touch more at ease, and allowing herself to fully feel with her animalistic senses.

"It is my worry, yes, for I do not see another reason for why they would be warned off. That it will happen tonight? Unlikely. But in the immediate future, yes, I believe there could be danger." Something twitched underneath her hair and the charms in it, most likely her ear. "It could also be unfounded fear. From me. Or from them. Something might be happening in there."

[Marcus Kendall]

Laughing, "no doubt, no doubt, she no fun at all. Now Spring," Chantelle gave the beast a conspiratorial wink, "she go 'roun' breathin' life into dings, makin' dem stan' up and grow." The Fairest chuckled, and it sounded like little streams after the thaw, "you tell Bobby to come up an' see me again sometime, an' you come 'roun' tomorrow. It always quiet on Wednesday."

"I think I've grown enough." the beast chuckled again, his ears perked up. He was taller than the egret - much taller. "It was summer when I got here, so I have no idea how the things are in spring time." The eyes on his plumed tail blinked slowly. "I've heard talk. All sorts of talk." Chantelle likely could smell his breath, warm in the cooling air. Marcus stank of death, of blood, of primordial woods older than mankind. " He was fury bound in flesh to her joy given form. "Suppose we could come. He really digs you. Me, I think you sing well. Just too busy for me. All the sounds, all the smells." His voice was that of a creeping thunderstorm.

[Gray]

"Fear is normal. Fear makes us cautious." Gray offers a small, playful bat on Dily's shoulder. "It's more of using ours...and theirs, rather than letting it rule is." Gray offers a broad grin. "'Least that's they keep telling me in the Autumn Court."

The Beast skips ahead. "I don't give too much to the Spring "let's all party" nonsense, but I can take a bit of pleasure in turning things back 'round." The smile turns a little feral.

[Chantelle Rossette]

"I think I've grown enough." the beast chuckled again, his ears perked up. He was taller than the egret - much taller. "It was summer when I got here, so I have no idea how the things are in spring time." The eyes on his plumed tail blinked slowly. "I've heard talk. All sorts of talk." Chantelle likely could smell his breath, warm in the cooling air. Marcus stank of death, of blood, of primordial woods older than mankind. " He was fury bound in flesh to her joy given form. "Suppose we could come. He really digs you. Me, I think you sing well. Just too busy for me. All the sounds, all the smells." His voice was that of a creeping thunderstorm.

If there was a boon to winter, it was how it covered all things that smelled bad, but she understood the necessity of death and decay. "If Lounge is to much, perhap' I coul' be convinced to do you a private performance."