Still looking into the forest not removing her hood nor turning her head, she responds w/ a soft cold whisper "The Vague is the least of our worries." Rivyre sits quietly for several miniutes before repsponding again in the same unsettling whisper, "Alorin & Angus need your help to avert a war. I will be of no help today in my condition."
"Okaaay..." says Valanthe as she backs away from this very different Rivyre and heads back to the longhouse. Well, that was awkward, she thinks to herself as she walks. Going back into the longhouse she sees Moz is awake and drinking some pungent brew. Valanthe heads over to him and says in hushed tones "I think we broke Rivyre".
Sipping his Java." What do you mean? Did she change colour? Eladrin do that, their emotions tend to run to the extremes. "Gesturing to the teapot of Java. " Ever try Fey Java? Great way to start ones day."Looking around the kitchen area. " I wonder what he has for food around here. Maybe some eggs and bacon? Get a good fry up started."Mozsays as he starts rummaging through Lorcan's panty, pulling out various ingredients. Popping his up he looks to Neris. "What color is she now? Green? Gold?"He asks hopefully "Not White?" He asks with dread, an exaggerated look of horror on his face
Alorin wakes to the sounds and smells of the others pattering about the longhouse. To his surprise, he manages to get a restful and wonderful night’s sleep, undisturbed by the usual nightmares, for the first time in a long, long time. Perhaps it was because he had a mild episode before he slept, or perhaps it was the company. Or perhaps their situation was bleak enough that there was no point worrying about it. Regardless, Alorin wakes refreshed, and smells Moz’s brew of Java. He takes his time slowly rising from his bedroll, then stretches to loosen his limbs and get the last of the sleep out of his system. He looks around, and notices that though it’s barely past dawn, the Druid seems to have already left. “Well, I guess beating him to Darryl was never an option. But we probably shouldn’t tarry too long.” He turns towards the sleeping baby, and notices that she appears to have been fed and rewrapped recently. “Must’ve been Neris. Or Lorcan. Doubt that’s in Moz’s wheelhouse.” Turning to Moz who is pattering about the kitchen, and Neris, who looks like she has been awake for a while, he speaks up, “Morning, you two! Sleep well? And you got some of that brew for me, Moz? Could use some extra energy today. We’ve got a lot to do, after all.”
"Of course, help yourself. It's the Four Elements blend that Jasper makes. You too Neris, but be careful, if you never had Fey Java it has a kick too it." He says gesturing to the teapot. " Ohhhh bacon! Lorcan has a well stocked panty."Having found Lorcan's cold box, he pulls out a slab of bacon and a crock of butter. " Perfect. How do you like your eggs? I am thinking scrambled. Easiest way to serve a large group."Placing the bacon down on the table, beside a loaf of bread and basket of eggs. Digging out a pair of cast iron pans and placing them over the cook fire to heat up. Pushing a empty bowl and the basket of eggs in front of Nerisand a bundle of herbs in front of Alorin. "Make yourselves useful." Pulling out one of his curved daggers he starts cutting thick slices off the slab of bacon. "So we are still thinking of going to Darryl today?"
Valanthe checks the room to ensure Lorcan isn’t inside before speaking with Moz and Alorin “Listen, I heard the Druid and Lorcan talking just before the Druid left. The Druid said the truce would soon be at an end. He sounded like he was looking forward to it. And a bunch of stuff about Nodens and a flood... If we go to Darryl - what can we do? I bet that Druid is telling everyone lies about us right now."
Shurgging his shoulders at Neris's news. " Kormac and his followers are always eager for a fight, anything to get the blood flowing."Depositing the sliced bacon into the pans. "As for Nodens he always flooding things. Here a flood, there a flood, everywhere a flood."Taking the bowl and basket of eggs, he begins cracking them into the bowl. "Maybe he is thinking of bringing Nodens into the war. Turn it into a Sacred Flame vs the Gods of Skye. That would be very bad."
Digging back into Lorcan's panty, he 'borrows' a pinch of salt and pepper for the eggs. Stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon, he gestures to Neris and then the loaf of bread and knife. " Thick slices please, but enough for everyone. Also I saw half a wheel of a Gouda in the panty grab that too." Looking to Alorin ." How are my herbs coming along? Dicing themselves?". Turning back he flips the bacon over.
Grinning to himself, he looks back at Alorin and Neris. " I bet you all have a little voice in the back of your mind saying 'Oh we should have just let Moz murder the Druid, would have solved so many problems',and to that the answer is yes."
As Alorin works on mincing the herbs, he adds to the conversation in a whisper. “It’s interesting, but the Druid’s words to me and Angus seemed to suggest that he very much wants to declare war on the followers of Nodens as well. If anything, I’d say he wants to fight everyone. It’s just a matter of what order he’d rather fight them in. That’s not a comforting thought at all.”
Taking the minced herbs from Alorinand stirring them into the eggs. He hands Alorin a mug of Java. " It did sound a lot like that didn't it, or that he thinks the mutated sea monsters are Noden's responsibility." He says, removing the the bacon into a bowl and covers with a cloth. " Last thing we need on top of a war with the Flame, is war between the Gods."Taking the hot pans off the flames, he pours the egg mixture into each. Letting the mixture set for a minute before before stir it up and returning to the heat briefly, " What are you thinking to say to the Clan Chief, to try and stop the war."
Alorin sips his Java, and slowly shakes his head. “I’m not entirely sure yet. And even if I did, I’d probably change my mind by the time we got there. Guess we’ll see.”
Rivyre smells the aroma of the food & herbs emaning from Lorcan's hut. While she's not in the mood to talk, she does know that food is important to keep her strength up & wondering what the plan is for today. Espeically, since the Druid already left for the morining presmably heading to Darryl to start gathering soldiers for war. That puts everyone at a disadvantage. She stands up still w/ her hood over her head, walks over to Angus training & speaks lowly, "Sounds like everyone's awake now & cooking morning meal. We should see what the plan is for today. The Druid already left early this morning & wouldn't you agree your input is needed to persuade Lochlaan warriors not to go to war?" She pauses...., "I'll see you inside" as she walks toward & into the longhouse.
Rivyre pulls the curtains aside & examines the room as she caustiously enters Lorcan's home. Lorcan is already up & about feeding the animals other tasks. He must've been up the same time as the Druid was. Moz is pulling out several foods, Neris w/ a basket of eggs in front of her, & Alorin w/ a basket of herbs in front of him. Sascha doesn't seem to be awake yet. Moz... little Moz..., Rivyre cannot make heads or tails of him..., & that burns a strong grudge & hatred of him. Helpful one minute, then antagonizing, then comforting, & antagonizing again. More & more she's convinced "he's the Fey Lord"..., toying w/ mortals for fun & seeing how they respond. Despicable little cretin! She takes a seat aginst the wall still not saying any words yet, leans her head back (not even noticing that doing so reveals her chnaged skin tone), & shuts her eyes listening to conversation & processing what she can ask that led us to this depressing time & how we can get out of it.
Looking up from his cooking, he takes in Rivyre'snew complexation as she walks in and takes a seat against the wall. " I see Winter has come." he says with a chuckle "I suppose this means six more weeks of snow."Turning back to Alorin,"So let me make sure I understand, your plan to talk to the Chief of Clan Lochlann and avert a holy war, is to wing it?" He stares at his friend in silence for a few seconds."I like it, it's bold, it's wild, it's nuts. What could go wrong." Laughing out loud "Good Plan, right up my alley. But maybe we should focus group it, just to polish the rough edges off. Breakfast is ready. Winter is already here. someone wake up Sascha and lets get Angus. " Cat-Sith jumps onto the table, the large cat looks each Alorin and Neris over. His amethyst eyes making eye contact with each. " A Hunter of Arwyn and a Daughter of Arcadia. They will make worthy hunting partners. I approve, now give me some of that bacon."his voice whispers in Moz'smind. "So glad you approve." he says to the cat as he hands him a piece of bacon. Snatching it from Moz's hand, the cat hops off the table and devours the treat under the table. Turning back to the fire Mozgives the eggs a stir and pulls them of the fire and dumps them in a bowl. With a great bellow "WAKEY, WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY!"
Rivyre wakes & still becoming increasingly more annoyed w/ Moz's antics & behavior. She glares at him w/ her icy blue eyes & responds coldly, "Unless you have anything nice or useful to say, DO NOT SPEAK TO ME you little cretin!"Syletha jumps up on Rivyre's lap, growls, hisses, & flares her fangs @ Moz! Telepathically she speaks to her, "Good job girl. Let him now how you feel too!" Sylethalowers herself ready to pounce on Moz if given the okay to do so, her face grinning w/ the excitement of a hunt & her eyes solidly focsued on him without blinking.
Alorin sighs at Moz’s antics and Rivyre’s snappiness. He fiddles with a piece of copper wire as Moz hears, in his mind, “Let the poor woman be, for once. Can’t you see the state she’s in? She looks like Death frozen over.” Right after, he begins to pour out another cup of coffee, which he takes over to Rivyre and sets it by her side, giving her changed complexion a knowing glance. Rivyre hears, in her head, “Your flame casts too long a shadow, Flamekeeper. Have you not learnt your lesson yet, after yesterday? Don’t repay flippancy with aggression. That is unbecoming of you. Does the church now teach you to be a raging wildfire that burns all near it, rather than the candle that brings mercy even to the guilty? What was it the monks used to say, no shadow is absolute so long as a flickering flame remains? Don’t lash out at others for your own perceived failings, especially when there are none in reality, Flamekeeper. Pull yourselves together; we might need you yet this day.” Outwardly, Alorin seems to just go back to sipping his coffee and waiting for breakfast after handing Rivyre her cup.
She takes the cup Alorin gives her & takes a few sips. Alorin's words are not wrong..., but she has not changed emotional seasons in nearly a century. Back in Altbruke she had the peace she longed for after the incident. It took time, but even the common folk came to respect her & never had too many incidents of teasing or disrespect. Sure maybe from some from children on occasion, but that behavior is expected from young individuals. She stands up & walks over to Alorin, bends down & whispers in his ear trying to be composed..., but it still has somewhat of a stern & harsh tone, "I haven't changed emotional seasons in nearly a century. I was perfectly content preaching in Altbruke before I came home looking to resolve some personal matters, & now look at the mess & chaos i've stumbled into. My childhood home is on the brink of war, the elves, my kin whom I though would be kind to me have been suspicious towards me..., though Neris is slowly coming around, & if war comes that will make my personal errands all the more difficult. So...., FORGIVE...., ME...., (as her face shakes a little at those words, as she tries to refrain from lashing out) if i'm a little...., unstable. BE..., THANKFULL..., (head shaking again, but trying to refrain from lashing out) you don't have..., extreme emotions like I do." Rivyre takes another deep breath & tries to regain a little composure, "Considering how Lorcan & the Druid reacted to me trying to find a common ground, you're much more optomistic..., than I...., (holding back her anger) am right now. No one is going to listen to me down here. If anyone has a sliver of a chance of possibly hearing me out..., you'll need Angus to convince them to let me speak. If you have ideas..., i'm all ears. But, I doubt i'm going to be much help in my current emotional state."
She walks back over & takes a seat against the wall sipping her drink.
As Sylethahisses at Moz, a much deeper low growl replies back from under the table. From the shadows under the table, deep amethyst eyes appear and there is a flash of white fangs. " I have kitty too. Mine is bigger." Mozsays, grinning wickedly.
Looking to Alorin" I just commented on her seasonal change, she is the one who is jumping to name calling. " He says, pouring himself another cup of Java and begins piling a plate with bacon and eggs and starts to dig in. Looking back at Rivyre:" At the risk of getting my life threatened again, I will point out that Java you are drinking is from the Fey. You know what they say about accepting food and drink from a Fey."Giving a belly laugh. " Just saying."Looking back to the others "So when do we leave. That Druid is probably there by now."
Rivyre glares at Moz & replies, "Well..., if that isn't the crow accusing the raven of being dark." She takes a sip..., "By my count you've resorted to 2 other names for me already..., Flamer & Winter ring a bell? Maybe YOU should look in the mirror first & think about what you say before claiming yourself the victim."
Laughing again." Maybe, but I am evil, duplicitous, mischievous Fey."Wiggling his fingers " So you know double standards." Shrugging and holding his hands up innocently. " You are religious, I am sure you understand." Stuffing a piece of bacon in his maw.
"Anywhoo...... do we have any actual plan moving forward?" Turning back to Alorin and Nerisand sipping his Java. " If Angus can get us front of the Chief. What kind of reasons would convince the Northfolk Clan Chief not to follow the advice of one of his chief Druids. Actually do we know his name? Did we ever ask? Terrible manners on our part." Looking around the longhouse he sees Lorcan tending to the cows. "Hey Lorcan do you know the name of the Druid?"
Rivyre finishes her drink & stands up & says, "Whatever you decide, Alorin,Angus, & Valanthe stand the best chance of making headway w/ the Lochlaan warriors & the Clan Chief. As evidence from the hostility I got from both Lorcan here & the Druid, my opinions are not welcome...., even when I tried to find common ground & understand their position. They both hate me simply dressed as I am. It's foolish to beleive anyone in the main city will think any different. I'll still accompnay everyone, but I fear my views will only further anger & exacerbate the situation. I'll be outside when we're ready to depart." She leaves the longhouse & steps outside after letting her thoughts be known.
Seeing as Angus has still not walked in yet she tells him, "They need you inside to plan their arguments to averting war. They want to talk to the Clan Chief & other Lochlaan warriors. They need your insight for that."
Still looking into the forest not removing her hood nor turning her head, she responds w/ a soft cold whisper "The Vague is the least of our worries."
Rivyre sits quietly for several miniutes before repsponding again in the same unsettling whisper, "Alorin & Angus need your help to avert a war. I will be of no help today in my condition."
"Okaaay..." says Valanthe as she backs away from this very different Rivyre and heads back to the longhouse. Well, that was awkward, she thinks to herself as she walks. Going back into the longhouse she sees Moz is awake and drinking some pungent brew. Valanthe heads over to him and says in hushed tones "I think we broke Rivyre".
Moz the Magnificent
Sipping his Java. " What do you mean? Did she change colour? Eladrin do that, their emotions tend to run to the extremes. " Gesturing to the teapot of Java. " Ever try Fey Java? Great way to start ones day." Looking around the kitchen area. " I wonder what he has for food around here. Maybe some eggs and bacon? Get a good fry up started." Moz says as he starts rummaging through Lorcan's panty, pulling out various ingredients. Popping his up he looks to Neris. "What color is she now? Green? Gold?" He asks hopefully "Not White?" He asks with dread, an exaggerated look of horror on his face
Alorin
Alorin wakes to the sounds and smells of the others pattering about the longhouse. To his surprise, he manages to get a restful and wonderful night’s sleep, undisturbed by the usual nightmares, for the first time in a long, long time. Perhaps it was because he had a mild episode before he slept, or perhaps it was the company. Or perhaps their situation was bleak enough that there was no point worrying about it. Regardless, Alorin wakes refreshed, and smells Moz’s brew of Java. He takes his time slowly rising from his bedroll, then stretches to loosen his limbs and get the last of the sleep out of his system. He looks around, and notices that though it’s barely past dawn, the Druid seems to have already left. “Well, I guess beating him to Darryl was never an option. But we probably shouldn’t tarry too long.” He turns towards the sleeping baby, and notices that she appears to have been fed and rewrapped recently. “Must’ve been Neris. Or Lorcan. Doubt that’s in Moz’s wheelhouse.” Turning to Moz who is pattering about the kitchen, and Neris, who looks like she has been awake for a while, he speaks up, “Morning, you two! Sleep well? And you got some of that brew for me, Moz? Could use some extra energy today. We’ve got a lot to do, after all.”
Moz the Magnificent
"Of course, help yourself. It's the Four Elements blend that Jasper makes. You too Neris, but be careful, if you never had Fey Java it has a kick too it." He says gesturing to the teapot. " Ohhhh bacon! Lorcan has a well stocked panty." Having found Lorcan's cold box, he pulls out a slab of bacon and a crock of butter. " Perfect. How do you like your eggs? I am thinking scrambled. Easiest way to serve a large group." Placing the bacon down on the table, beside a loaf of bread and basket of eggs. Digging out a pair of cast iron pans and placing them over the cook fire to heat up. Pushing a empty bowl and the basket of eggs in front of Neris and a bundle of herbs in front of Alorin. "Make yourselves useful." Pulling out one of his curved daggers he starts cutting thick slices off the slab of bacon. "So we are still thinking of going to Darryl today?"
Valanthe checks the room to ensure Lorcan isn’t inside before speaking with Moz and Alorin “Listen, I heard the Druid and Lorcan talking just before the Druid left. The Druid said the truce would soon be at an end. He sounded like he was looking forward to it. And a bunch of stuff about Nodens and a flood... If we go to Darryl - what can we do? I bet that Druid is telling everyone lies about us right now."
Moz the Magnificent
Shurgging his shoulders at Neris's news. " Kormac and his followers are always eager for a fight, anything to get the blood flowing." Depositing the sliced bacon into the pans. "As for Nodens he always flooding things. Here a flood, there a flood, everywhere a flood." Taking the bowl and basket of eggs, he begins cracking them into the bowl. "Maybe he is thinking of bringing Nodens into the war. Turn it into a Sacred Flame vs the Gods of Skye. That would be very bad."
Digging back into Lorcan's panty, he 'borrows' a pinch of salt and pepper for the eggs. Stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon, he gestures to Neris and then the loaf of bread and knife. " Thick slices please, but enough for everyone. Also I saw half a wheel of a Gouda in the panty grab that too." Looking to Alorin ." How are my herbs coming along? Dicing themselves?". Turning back he flips the bacon over.
Grinning to himself, he looks back at Alorin and Neris. " I bet you all have a little voice in the back of your mind saying 'Oh we should have just let Moz murder the Druid, would have solved so many problems', and to that the answer is yes."
Alorin
As Alorin works on mincing the herbs, he adds to the conversation in a whisper. “It’s interesting, but the Druid’s words to me and Angus seemed to suggest that he very much wants to declare war on the followers of Nodens as well. If anything, I’d say he wants to fight everyone. It’s just a matter of what order he’d rather fight them in. That’s not a comforting thought at all.”
Moz the Magificent
Taking the minced herbs from Alorin and stirring them into the eggs. He hands Alorin a mug of Java. " It did sound a lot like that didn't it, or that he thinks the mutated sea monsters are Noden's responsibility." He says, removing the the bacon into a bowl and covers with a cloth. " Last thing we need on top of a war with the Flame, is war between the Gods." Taking the hot pans off the flames, he pours the egg mixture into each. Letting the mixture set for a minute before before stir it up and returning to the heat briefly, " What are you thinking to say to the Clan Chief, to try and stop the war."
Alorin
Alorin sips his Java, and slowly shakes his head. “I’m not entirely sure yet. And even if I did, I’d probably change my mind by the time we got there. Guess we’ll see.”
Rivyre smells the aroma of the food & herbs emaning from Lorcan's hut. While she's not in the mood to talk, she does know that food is important to keep her strength up & wondering what the plan is for today. Espeically, since the Druid already left for the morining presmably heading to Darryl to start gathering soldiers for war. That puts everyone at a disadvantage. She stands up still w/ her hood over her head, walks over to Angus training & speaks lowly, "Sounds like everyone's awake now & cooking morning meal. We should see what the plan is for today. The Druid already left early this morning & wouldn't you agree your input is needed to persuade Lochlaan warriors not to go to war?" She pauses...., "I'll see you inside" as she walks toward & into the longhouse.
Rivyre pulls the curtains aside & examines the room as she caustiously enters Lorcan's home. Lorcan is already up & about feeding the animals other tasks. He must've been up the same time as the Druid was. Moz is pulling out several foods, Neris w/ a basket of eggs in front of her, & Alorin w/ a basket of herbs in front of him. Sascha doesn't seem to be awake yet. Moz... little Moz..., Rivyre cannot make heads or tails of him..., & that burns a strong grudge & hatred of him. Helpful one minute, then antagonizing, then comforting, & antagonizing again. More & more she's convinced "he's the Fey Lord"..., toying w/ mortals for fun & seeing how they respond. Despicable little cretin!
She takes a seat aginst the wall still not saying any words yet, leans her head back (not even noticing that doing so reveals her chnaged skin tone), & shuts her eyes listening to conversation & processing what she can ask that led us to this depressing time & how we can get out of it.
Moz the Magnificent
Looking up from his cooking, he takes in Rivyre's new complexation as she walks in and takes a seat against the wall. " I see Winter has come." he says with a chuckle "I suppose this means six more weeks of snow." Turning back to Alorin, "So let me make sure I understand, your plan to talk to the Chief of Clan Lochlann and avert a holy war, is to wing it?" He stares at his friend in silence for a few seconds. "I like it, it's bold, it's wild, it's nuts. What could go wrong." Laughing out loud "Good Plan, right up my alley. But maybe we should focus group it, just to polish the rough edges off. Breakfast is ready. Winter is already here. someone wake up Sascha and lets get Angus. " Cat-Sith jumps onto the table, the large cat looks each Alorin and Neris over. His amethyst eyes making eye contact with each. " A Hunter of Arwyn and a Daughter of Arcadia. They will make worthy hunting partners. I approve, now give me some of that bacon." his voice whispers in Moz's mind. "So glad you approve." he says to the cat as he hands him a piece of bacon. Snatching it from Moz's hand, the cat hops off the table and devours the treat under the table. Turning back to the fire Moz gives the eggs a stir and pulls them of the fire and dumps them in a bowl. With a great bellow "WAKEY, WAKEY EGGS AND BAKEY!"
Rivyre wakes & still becoming increasingly more annoyed w/ Moz's antics & behavior. She glares at him w/ her icy blue eyes & responds coldly, "Unless you have anything nice or useful to say, DO NOT SPEAK TO ME you little cretin!" Syletha jumps up on Rivyre's lap, growls, hisses, & flares her fangs @ Moz! Telepathically she speaks to her, "Good job girl. Let him now how you feel too!"
Syletha lowers herself ready to pounce on Moz if given the okay to do so, her face grinning w/ the excitement of a hunt & her eyes solidly focsued on him without blinking.
Alorin
Alorin sighs at Moz’s antics and Rivyre’s snappiness. He fiddles with a piece of copper wire as Moz hears, in his mind, “Let the poor woman be, for once. Can’t you see the state she’s in? She looks like Death frozen over.” Right after, he begins to pour out another cup of coffee, which he takes over to Rivyre and sets it by her side, giving her changed complexion a knowing glance. Rivyre hears, in her head, “Your flame casts too long a shadow, Flamekeeper. Have you not learnt your lesson yet, after yesterday? Don’t repay flippancy with aggression. That is unbecoming of you. Does the church now teach you to be a raging wildfire that burns all near it, rather than the candle that brings mercy even to the guilty? What was it the monks used to say, no shadow is absolute so long as a flickering flame remains? Don’t lash out at others for your own perceived failings, especially when there are none in reality, Flamekeeper. Pull yourselves together; we might need you yet this day.” Outwardly, Alorin seems to just go back to sipping his coffee and waiting for breakfast after handing Rivyre her cup.
She takes the cup Alorin gives her & takes a few sips. Alorin's words are not wrong..., but she has not changed emotional seasons in nearly a century. Back in Altbruke she had the peace she longed for after the incident. It took time, but even the common folk came to respect her & never had too many incidents of teasing or disrespect. Sure maybe from some from children on occasion, but that behavior is expected from young individuals. She stands up & walks over to Alorin, bends down & whispers in his ear trying to be composed..., but it still has somewhat of a stern & harsh tone,
"I haven't changed emotional seasons in nearly a century. I was perfectly content preaching in Altbruke before I came home looking to resolve some personal matters, & now look at the mess & chaos i've stumbled into. My childhood home is on the brink of war, the elves, my kin whom I though would be kind to me have been suspicious towards me..., though Neris is slowly coming around, & if war comes that will make my personal errands all the more difficult. So...., FORGIVE...., ME...., (as her face shakes a little at those words, as she tries to refrain from lashing out) if i'm a little...., unstable. BE..., THANKFULL..., (head shaking again, but trying to refrain from lashing out) you don't have..., extreme emotions like I do."
Rivyre takes another deep breath & tries to regain a little composure, "Considering how Lorcan & the Druid reacted to me trying to find a common ground, you're much more optomistic..., than I...., (holding back her anger) am right now. No one is going to listen to me down here. If anyone has a sliver of a chance of possibly hearing me out..., you'll need Angus to convince them to let me speak. If you have ideas..., i'm all ears. But, I doubt i'm going to be much help in my current emotional state."
She walks back over & takes a seat against the wall sipping her drink.
Moz the Magnificent
As Syletha hisses at Moz, a much deeper low growl replies back from under the table. From the shadows under the table, deep amethyst eyes appear and there is a flash of white fangs. " I have kitty too. Mine is bigger." Moz says, grinning wickedly.
Looking to Alorin " I just commented on her seasonal change, she is the one who is jumping to name calling. " He says, pouring himself another cup of Java and begins piling a plate with bacon and eggs and starts to dig in. Looking back at Rivyre: " At the risk of getting my life threatened again, I will point out that Java you are drinking is from the Fey. You know what they say about accepting food and drink from a Fey." Giving a belly laugh. " Just saying." Looking back to the others "So when do we leave. That Druid is probably there by now."
Rivyre glares at Moz & replies, "Well..., if that isn't the crow accusing the raven of being dark."
She takes a sip..., "By my count you've resorted to 2 other names for me already..., Flamer & Winter ring a bell? Maybe YOU should look in the mirror first & think about what you say before claiming yourself the victim."
Moz the Magnificent
Laughing again. " Maybe, but I am evil, duplicitous, mischievous Fey." Wiggling his fingers " So you know double standards." Shrugging and holding his hands up innocently. " You are religious, I am sure you understand." Stuffing a piece of bacon in his maw.
Moz the Magnificent
"Anywhoo...... do we have any actual plan moving forward?" Turning back to Alorin and Neris and sipping his Java. " If Angus can get us front of the Chief. What kind of reasons would convince the Northfolk Clan Chief not to follow the advice of one of his chief Druids. Actually do we know his name? Did we ever ask? Terrible manners on our part." Looking around the longhouse he sees Lorcan tending to the cows. "Hey Lorcan do you know the name of the Druid?"
Rivyre finishes her drink & stands up & says, "Whatever you decide, Alorin, Angus, & Valanthe stand the best chance of making headway w/ the Lochlaan warriors & the Clan Chief. As evidence from the hostility I got from both Lorcan here & the Druid, my opinions are not welcome...., even when I tried to find common ground & understand their position. They both hate me simply dressed as I am. It's foolish to beleive anyone in the main city will think any different. I'll still accompnay everyone, but I fear my views will only further anger & exacerbate the situation. I'll be outside when we're ready to depart." She leaves the longhouse & steps outside after letting her thoughts be known.
Seeing as Angus has still not walked in yet she tells him, "They need you inside to plan their arguments to averting war. They want to talk to the Clan Chief & other Lochlaan warriors. They need your insight for that."