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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.

plotting contact: PM // discord @ fuckweasel

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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.]

[cryopathy]

[it's actually pretty nice that something so simple to them is pleasing to someone else. of course, kiera already thinks they're hot shit, so it only stands to reason that they expect others to agree.

... lucky for pv, she's just more glad to have ice cream. though she's just as generous scooping into a bowl for him as she is for herself.]

I had to hone them over time. Where I'm from, many people can learn at least a little magic with the proper discipline.

I hope you enjoy it.

[purevanillacookie]

[Oh he'll accept that generous scoop with a happy thank you! He wasn't invited to sit so he's not going to, he will instead make himself comfortably small in the kitchen by finding an out of the way place to stand, his tail wiggling in delight as he does.]

It is the same in my world, yet elemental magic such as ice is beyond our grasp for the most part. We find it far easier to use magic that is more in line with who we fundamentally are.

[He very carefully takes a little bit of the ice cream to taste it and immediately looks delighted.]

Delicious, my friend! It is perfect!

[The happiest of Peepaws right here.]

[cryopathy]

Really? What makes ice so unlike you? Don't some cookies come with icing?

[it's clearly a rhetorical question. one that they don't seem to care whether or not it's appropriate -- they'll surely find out from pv's reaction. and of the few cookies they're familiar with, he seems quite forgiving.]

I'm glad you like it.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Congratulations, you made Pure Vanilla laugh while he had a mouthful of ice cream. He polite keeps it in his mouth, which results in a sort of half laugh half choking noise as he hastily swallows, gives himself brain freeze, then covers his mouth to laugh properly. ]

Ah, if only it worked that way, for indeed, most cookies are covered in icing! It makes up our hair and clothes.

[ Argh, his head hurts from the brain freeze, he will poke at his ice cream gently while waiting for that to subside. ]

[cryopathy]

[that display is more than enough to get kiera giggling, too, though she's far more prepared to do so than poor pv was.]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry! It wasn't my intention to choke you at all! Are you alright?

[purevanillacookie]

[ He waves his hand gently from side to side, beaming. ]

I am all right! A little ice cream inhale and brain freeze can't stop me for long!

[ His lungs are cold. ]

[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.

[cryopathy]

[??? hello??? pinto grigio is RIGHT here and extremely offended??? snorting!!!

kiera tosses her a sugarcube to placate her for now. settle down, girl, kiera has another beautiful lady to pet!! they graciously accept the offer, moving slow and in ambrosia's eyeline even though she was the one to ask for attention. kiera must have experience with some sort of bird or another, because they know exactly how to rub and scritch at the feathers.]

Thank you, Lady Ambrosia. You are quite striking... and I can't help but notice we match! I'm honored.

[aneikonic]

[ While Kiera pets Ambrosia, Clive will turn his attention to the horse because it's not something he's seen before. It looks a lot like an Antelope, without the horns and a lot less fragile looking. Distracted from the reason he came here in the first place to cautiously raise his hand towards the nose. He has his bone ring on, obviously, but he won't bother the horse - this is a horse right - too much. ]

Hello there. Sorry for interrupting.

[ Ambrosia is old and wise, and won't take offense to the snorting. Instead she warbles and turns her head, eye closing contently. Clive smiles a little. ]

She also asks if you got it saving the life of a wayward chick.

[cryopathy]

[oh, he's sorry?? her mane is only half-brushed. is he going to fix this?? and obviously she's a horse. is this human stallion an idiot???

(sorry, the horse is rude.)

kiera, on the other hand, is having the time of their life.]

Aha... No, though I commend your noble efforts. I was only a hatchling, myself, when I earned mine.

[aneikonic]

[ Ah, he understands some of that, and huffs a gentle laugh as he looks around to find the brush to pick it up, glancing towards the horse, then Kiera, then the horse again to lift it. ]

May I?

[ Ambrosia doesn't seem to like that idea that Kiera was injured as a chick, lifting her head a little to begin preening Kiera's hair in turn. Clive glances over, amused. ]

She's saying some choice things about your herd for not protecting you well enough. Careful, or she might sit on you.

[ How those tiny little Chocobo chicks survive is unknown to him when she plops on them. ]

[cryopathy]

[pinto side-eyes him... and kiera does their best to continue giving ambrosia attention while chuckling a warning to clive.]

You can try, but I can't promise she won't bite. Be gentle, but firm.

[their laugh is soft and airy when ambrosia decides to preen them back.]

Ah, darling, don't worry. My new flock is far more caring. I'm going to hazard a guess you've met my nestmate?

[aneikonic]

Hm. [ He lowers his voice to talk to Pinto only, turning his hand to show the bone ring. ] I can understand you, if you speak to me. Tell me if I tug too hard, though if you must bite, ware my right hand. It's stone.

[ He waits a moment for the horse to absorb this, then carefully steps forward to begin brushing down her mane. It's not unlike hair, but very different from feathers. There's no feather shafts to be careful of, so he goes cautiously.

And smiles as he listens to Ambrosia as she tilts her head back with a bunch of hair caught in her beak. There. Much better, before shaking her beak free and grinding it gently. ]

And I quote "They are quite a peaceful herd, I rarely hear any squabbling. It is the one Clive-" Okay, I'm not saying that. Yes, she's seen him.

[cryopathy]

[this human is weird. telling her to bite his flesh hand instead of the one that would hurt her instead of him. she'll allow the brushing to happen for a time. when she does bite, it's a lock of his hair rather than anything that might hurt. yes, she's jealous that kiera's attention is on ambrosia -- see, she can nibble all cute, too-- and to her credit, she doesn't pull his hair out.

meanwhile, kiera laughs good-naturedly at the snag, and at the chocobo's translated words.]

Aha, I thought as much. Thank you very much, Ambrosia. You are truly lovely.

[aneikonic]

[ Because he's a good man, and if she bites him, it's because he did something wrong and he won't have her hurting herself. He's gently as he works, but the brushes are firm. Have to be, he noticed, to get through the mane. Huh. He actually gets pretty absorbed into it until his hair is nibbled and he blinks, laughing. ]

I do need a haircut, don't I?

[ He's aware his hair looks Like That.

Ambrosia bobs her head and waits, expectantly. Clive oh's. ]

Bag by her door, she likes beets.

[ There's some root vegetables in there. Carrots too. But that also reminds him and he pauses brushing to reach into his pocket, fetching a brilliant orange gem to hold it out to Kiera. ]

Right. I'm making your brother something, and was wondering if you would put some energy into this.