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[cryopathy]

kiera canorus aurelius

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weasel's note: kiera's handwriting is a neat, flowing script somewhere between print and cursive.

they can most often be found at the barn, either tending to animals or in the attached stablemaster's quarters, or at the watchtower bar, either as a patron or occasionally tending bar.

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INVENTORY

[cryopathy]

❆ on their person: a brooch in the shape of a red-winged blackbird
❆ sword (not magical, just pretty)
❆ animal companion: Renovan warhorse ("Pinto Grigio")

[purevanillacookie]

[Knock knock, Sheesus coming into the Inn totally not feeling a little ill from the pickle and ice cream he has earlier partook in. The man is 98% robe, 1% sheepman, and now 1% dill and ice cream. That equation is about to change because there's no way he's not trying blackberry ice cream that isn't from a Cookie world.]

Hello~?

[cryopathy]

[kiera is over in the kitchen, standing over a few big bowls. at pure vanilla's greeting, they turn to wave politely.]

Hiii! [their voice is so soft and sing-songy.] Over here. It's almost ready!

[purevanillacookie]

[Oh, what a calming voice. He follows it into the kitchen, hooves thudding lightly as he moves, staff clicking and his ears perking up.]

Oh, I'm glad I wasn't too late! I cannot wait to try it! Do you often make your own ice cream?

[He'll make himself small in the kitchen to stay out of the way politely, his staff watching with interest.]

[cryopathy]

[how interesting! a sheep-person with a functional eye on a staff. the grove sure is full of characters! kiera's smile doesn't falter as she takes it all in. they've met werewolves and fish-people back home, after all.]

I do. Not that I dislike when it's made by others, but I can control the exact flavor and how quickly it's frozen and aerated.

[assuming the staff does indeed function as pure vanilla's eyes, in full view of it, kiera waves their hand over a mixing bowl of nearly-formed ice cream. sure enough, the liquidy contents seem to mix with a controlled breeze of air carrying the tiniest crystals of ice. and given maybe another half minute of that, viola! solid ice cream with purple swirls from the fresh blackberry chunks throughout.]

[purevanillacookie]

I see!

[Oh!! Pure Vanilla is delighted to see elemental magic, and he watches with almost childlike glee. Especially as it stiffens the ice cream as it mixes.]

That's quite handy! Were you born with your abilities?

[It's very difficult for Cookies to touch elemental powers unless they're blessed with them. They're too primal, too real. Yet she controls the ice as easily as Frost Queen might have, with a simple wave of her hand. And then the ice cream is done, and it's a lovely shade of purple, and it's going to be hell on top of dill and vanilla, but he doesn't know this.]

[aneikonic]

[ He's going to hunt them down because they might skin him if he did this without their help. Kiera where are you. ]

[cryopathy]

[they definitely would! they're grooming their horse in the barn, the doors wide open for clive to spy from far away.]

[aneikonic]

[ Oh the barn. Good, it means he can visit Ambrosia too. He approaches with a smile, speaking up once he steps into the barn. ]

Kiera, may I have a moment?

[ Ambrosia's head instantly comes up from where she was laying in her stall, the tall ass Chocobo climbing to her feet to instantly hang her head over to get beak rubs and feather scratches. ]

[cryopathy]

[ah! clive is always pleasant to see, and kiera is always keen on sticking their nose into luca's business, besides... for now, though, she eyes the big lady.

pinto may side-eye kiera. the jealousy is strong in this one.]

Of course. You and your very large chicken. I was wondering to whom she belonged.

[aneikonic]

Hah. Kiera, Ambrosia. Ambrosia, Kiera. Ambrosia is my Chocobo from home. The finest friend one could ask for, and never a better steed to be seen.

[ The giant bird turns her head around and down to lower her beak towards Kiera, turning her head to view her better out of her eye. The proceeds to fluff her feathers up and 'wark' in greeting. Then dip her head down further. Clive huffs a laugh. ]

She's asking if you'll scratch her feathers against the back of her head.

[unheiring]

[The next time the siblings are on shift together, Luca's mood is significantly different. He fusses with his hands, can't seem to stand still. More than once, he opens his mouth, then closes it, failing to say something that seems to be eating away at him.

It's probably obvious as to why. Luca oscillates between looking at Clive with furrowed brows, and looking anywhere but. Asked about it, he'll brush Kiera off, or try to play it off

At least until the last patron leaves. Only then does Luca shift and... take a seat at the bar. There's a loud thunk as he flops down.]

[cryopathy]

[while kiera can't relate, she's studied people and the way they interact for plenty long enough to have her suspicions. to her credit, she doesn't embarrass luca in front of any clientele.

once they're all gone and he plops his own ass onto a barstool, she'll look up from her measly little closing tasks and shoot him a wry smile.]

And what will you be having, stranger?

[unheiring]

[He lifts his head just long enough to fix Kiera with the most miserable of looks, then thuds his head down once more. After a long, drawn out groan, he manages:]

Advice. Please.

[cryopathy]

[a quiet chuckle rises from their chest, despite themself.]

Good grief. We both know you're barking up the wrong tree, but alright, I'll humor you your Tending Bar Entry Exam.

So long as you let me drink on the job.

[unheiring]

Mmmgh...

[He flaps his hand a few times. It's as good of a yes as any. Otherwise, Kiera's going to have to deal with some muffled chatter.]

I worry I'm not good enough for him, Kiera. He's a good man, and I'm...

[Another hand flutter.]

After Fam Meet

[unheiring]

[Once the chatter turns more companionable, and topics turn to something beyond the work to be done, Luca's eyes seek out Kiera. He makes for the door, takes one step through, then gives a nod to them.]

Care for a walk?

[cryopathy]

[kiera appreciates that luca goes first -- it keeps him in their eyeline, and his back to them rather than forcing them to expose theirs to him. they wouldn't say this is pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, but it is easier.]

It'll help my nerves. [they say once out of earshot of anyone else. at least i hope it will, they don't say aloud.]

[unheiring]

Then I'm glad for it.

[He keeps a healthy distance between the two of them. And maybe it's a little easier to say what comes next.]

I am... sure you have realized it but. Clive is gone.

[cryopathy]

[kiera can only nod. she hasn't dealt with grief very well since their father died, especially acknowledging it out loud when it's so fresh. instead of dwelling or even confirming that she already knew, she turns it around.]

I saw the tavern. But you seem... alright? [it's almost suspicious. nothing like foul play, but the fact that luca isn't losing his mind in the forest or going near comatose with grief in his quarters is very odd -- especially when paired with his new appearance.]

[unheiring]

I wasn't.

[There's no forest to look to here. Instead, he glances up at the sky.]

I tore into the woods. Zahliya tried to stop me so I - [His words halt, then quiver.] I hurt him. Not physically, mind you. And when that wasn't enough, I tore into Zonari next.

[His shoulders tremble just slightly.]

I exhausted myself in the woods. I wanted that thing to find me.

zonari :)))

[cryopathy]

[kiera has yet again invited their gargfriend over for drinks and charcuterie! be there or be square, miss garged oyle. the spread today is more generous than ever before, a combination of wines, teas, breads, cheeses, fruits, meats, nuts, and honey. there's even a frozen cocktail mixed up, if zonari wants to try it. they'll make this garg a fine foods and drinks enjoyer if it's the death of them.

also, it's fucking hot and sandy lately, so their outfit is showing even more skin than usual. for no other reason than that, honest. ready and waiting, eager to usher zonari inside the door to let minimum "air conditioning" (read: constant wind and ice swirling about) out of the house.]

Come iiin, it's so miserable out there!

[corrupter]

[Look. Zonari... "doesn't like people". Except when she talks to Suri about it, it's "they're my little pets", and she was a bit miffed when Timekeeper disappeared without bringing her her ~Cursed Book~ she sent the girl on a quest for. Some people are soooo ungrateful for her help.

Kiera, though, she does like. Enough to put weird little spells on, enough to actually let them into her memory despite the fact she was very well aware she could shut it off or change her mindscape at any time to hide things. Very strange developments to get her interested in someone... the food is just another way to get at the goal here. Sure, she'll eat, whatever.

Anyway, Zonari shows up in a suit jacket and harness and slacks, and that suit jacket is completely open in a way that says one wrong movement is going to flash a titty. By some miracle, it has not yet. So yeah, both of them down horrendous it seems.]

At least you can make the air cooler. ...and make some sort of frozen concoction, it seems.

[cryopathy]

[hello zonari's titties. kiera doesn't even bother trying to hide their elevator eyes or their smile. in fact, they fold one arm across their chest, rest the other elbow on it, and tuck their hand under their chin to stare at her very fruitily.]

Sure, I can, but beasts, I certainly miss the snow doing all the work for me!

[with a sigh, they start moving again to pull out a chair for her. very genteel.]

Are you interested? It's made with sparkling white, I believe a Cataegan-style liquor, and fresh lemon sorbet -- the latter of which I handmade, by the way!

[corrupter]

[Very genteel indeed... Zonari will sit down with her arms and legs crossed, which does absolutely everything to accentuate how big her chest is as she does. Girl your back pain.]

What is a "sorbet"? In either case, sure, I'll try it. Is it going to be bad if my natural heat winds up melting it?

[She, like her sibling, runs hot.]