Fool's Journey

"Well, that's one of the reasons I thought it was a good idea to run after you, today."

 

"So... you kinda knew some of this tower shit would happen?"

 

"Uh huh." The kettle begins to whistle, and he paces over to pour three cups.

 

Kainze slaps his hands to his ears, shrieking in a bit of alarm. "Fuck! That's loud!!"

"... did you forget we were gonna have tea?" Mischa teases him.

"Whaaaat!? I can't hear you I'm deaf now!" He totally did.

Mischa giggles at her twin, then gently sets Henrietta down on the floor by her feet. "Okay Rie, you gotta go back outside now. We'll come snuggle you again later, okay~."

Spoiler: Animal Ken : 2dice : 3 success

Roll 1 : 9 - 10
Roll 2 : 9

 

The hen reluctantly clucks, heading for the backdoor, as Freddie silences the kettle. "Sorry about that, Kainze..."

The cups are set on the table, and Freddie checks the time. "Huh. So. Questions?"

 

Kainze makes his way back to the table to sit in the chair he had earlier abandoned. "Kinda hard to ask questions 'bout somethin' you know nothing about. Like. What do we even ask?" He leans in to sniff at the tea, "Mmm~ I got one. Do you have honey and cream? Or goats cream!?"

"I'm still kind'a confused about the tower thing... how did no one else see it and freak out?"

 

"Honey, yes, Cream, yes, Goat's Cream, No. Jaguar ate the goat last time I tried to keep one." Fred sighs. "How much would you like of each?"

"They aren't mages. And... uh. Kind of dumb luck, honestly, I'm surprised. Hopefully we don't end up on youtube."

 

"... how did you have a jaguar? In Africa?" Kainze asks. "I'd like just a little bit of each please~."

"I'll have honey, if you don't mind." Mischa says, gently blowing on her tea to cool it. "It'd be neat to have goats~. They're so cute!"

 

"My girlfriend is weird and it followed me home from South America. Very... long story." He grimaces. "...let's just say that I panicked. And. Uh."

He goes silent, then stands to grab the cream and honey, quietly serving it to the twins with a furrowed brow. "...I guess, in all fairness, I was kind of. Out of my head. And turned the other one into a rabbit. So."

 

"You turned your other girlfriend into a rabbit?" Kainze asks, genuinely confused.

"Kainze!!" Mischa gives him a look! Even though he can't see it, the tone of her voice conveys enough.

"...I was just asking!?" He pouts a bit, then sighs. "Sorry... The other one of what got turned into a rabbit?"

 

"The other jaguar?"

 

"... you were stalked by two jaguars!? Holy shit!!"

 

"Uh. Well. My friends were." He taps the side of his head. "I kind of had a weird... I had to do a thing. They waited for me, the jaguars arrived, I showed up just in time and now my head glows if I don't spell it on a regular basis."

As if to punctuate his statement, a gentle red glow begins to seep around him.

 

"So... magic is weird." Mischa concludes. "Was this part of your tower thing? Is that why you were out of it?"

 

"...nnno. it was. Uh. God. Way more complicated than that. Let's just say I'm not fond of Arcadia. I ended up going on an accidental trip to not die."

 

"Good thing you were with Mischa instead of me then." Kainze points out, "That's where I went with Emberlynn."

"So... Arcadia is our realm of magic; Fate and Time." Mischa recaps, counting on her fingers, "It's weird and dangerous and fae lands.... yours is Life and Spirits though, so what's your realm called?"

 

"Primal Wilds." He answers, picking up his tea. "Natural-born Shaman, whoo-hoo. Really helps with gardening and having dump friends who get hurt, though."

He pauses. "Speaking of."

He presses one hand to his arm and breathes out, Nimbus flaring bright.

He pulls his hand from the name carved into his arm, staring quietly. "...well. it could be far worse. At least it's closed up and not super obvious."

 

"Shamans are fucking cool!" Kainze grins. "You get to do like, stuff with bones and drums and shit. Like the natives did!"

"Do." Mischa corrects.

"... well yeah but not as much. But it's still fucking cool!! I wanna do that stuff!!"

 

"...to be fair, I may be more of a druid? I do far less communing with spirits...or playing drums. Bones, though, are fun."

 

"And more stuff with plants and bones and crystals?" Mischa asks, perking up. "We've got a lot of skulls and bones at home too. And furs."

"We collect roadkill for fun!" Kainze grins, then laughs.