the fae of the inne [open]

[tesarikfive]

He gave her a reasureing nod of his head when she worried still, even if just a little, about him melting. Smiling as wide as he could before he tilted his head to her. Of course he was then attacked! Taken into that tight hug of hers he gave a small cough, arms caught at his sides, and his body wiggling just slightly in her grip. While he wasn't strong, he was at least tough enough to not be bothered to much by the tight hug, aside from the lack of air of course.

Once let go he took in a quick little breath before sputtering it out. Well, that was fun. "Nope, not melting...Just...Sticky." He scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue before he reached up and poked at his own arm to feel the sticky on his skin. Well, he didn't like being sticky, but it wasn't the end of the world really. "Oh! You mean that thing?!" Warren really couldn't think of what the people called their inside water things either, but he knew what it looked like! And that hand of his was pointing right toward one of the man sinks. Perfect size for a fairy to get cleaned up in too.

But before he could get so much as a step toward it Ferrets nose picked up something he hadn't. Hmm. Maybe it was the sugar on him, the fire distracting him, or that her nose was just that much better than his! Well he didn't dwell on it to much, and instead his eyes went shifting from side to side to make sure the coast was clear before he started to follow behind her. Keeping right on her trail while she hunted down the yummy cake!

"Cake?!?!" She said target acquired and that was enough to have Warren leaping up and over her head. His wings of course helping him cover the distance and took over to let him hover there just in front of her as he narrowed his eyes right at the sweet buns for just a second before those eyes of his opened wide and he spun around to look right at Ferret again with a little bit of a gasp of joy. "Fairy sized cakes! Made just for us!" Well, at least thats what he thought. Why else would they make such small cakes like that?

"Yummy yummy cakes.......Oooooooh tasty treats of mine!" He did a little jiggle and wiggle like dance as he hovered there in the air. Spinning slowly around in a circle as he did so. Happy, HAPPY Warren. Well, one could actually show their true selves around others of their kind. Big people just wouldn't understand a good fairy happy time dance like that.

[Ferret]

"Oooooh!"

She squeaked in surprise as he hopped over her, one minute her eyes full of sweet buns and then the next, they were eclipsed by Warren-buns, the blue ranger hovering just inside her line of sight.

"Hey! You're blocking the vie- .. oh?"

He presented his logic excitedly, and she found her fists rising to her chest as she gave a little bounce of pure glee. Yes! Of COURSE they were made just for faeries, there was no way the big-people would be satisfied by cakes of such small size. Why, they'd be but a single mouthful, and there weren't nearly enough there to feed the people out in the tap room. The head cook must have somehow known there would be an influx of faeries and they wanted to greet their guests properly once they had emigrated. So naturally: faerie cakes. They were just missing the wings.

She bounced around excitedly before it turned into a full on jig, autumn wings flexing themselves and taking her off the counter so she could spin and spin and spin squealing in joy at the thought of the treats they were about to partake of, leaving a trail of copper sparks behind her as she whizzed about. It had been a long, hard, arduous journey fraught with sugary peril and dangerous fires and massive spoons. Why, Ferret may even relate this tale to her great-great-grandchildren should she ever stand still long enough to have any! Filling their tiny little heads and hearts with the awe of Warren and Ferret's Great Cake Hunt. It was surely the stuff of epics!

"These big people are so smart and kind and generous to give us so so so so so so so so many treats!"

Grinning massively, she peeked over his shoulder at the tasty treats and smacked her lips with anticipation, wriggling and squirming in place until she felt as if she would explode! And explode she did.

"To cake!"

One final wiggle and she made a fae-line for the treats that just begged to be eaten, her mouth open wide with the full intent to dive on the nearest bun and just start nomming.

[tesarikfive]

He didn't really think about the fact that he was flashing his flower covered bum right at Ferret, far to focused on the goal and the reward of their long and hard journey to find the treats that they had to pay much attention to that. He was a giggly wiggly mess of happy farie for it all. And of course they were fairy-cakes. No way the big people could enjoy such small foods. Nope. Had to be for faries. The only way to think about it. Yup.

Finally calming down just a tiny bit, enough to look back at Ferret, he smiled wide as he saw her dance and spin about in such a free, energetic, and friendly way. It wasn't often here that Warren found someone that he could be his true self around and that was enough to make him wiggle and dance about even more there in the air all on its own. Turning back to the cakes though shortly after he grinned from ear to ear.

"There are so many you can even give some to the mouses!" Mice, naaaa. It's mouses. Did mice eat sweets? Hmmm. Well it didn't matter! They could still be given either way.

When she got close enough to him to keep over his shoulder he tilted his head to get a half glance at her before he looked back to the cake and watched as she zoomed right on past in a blur of golden brown (If I'm not mistaken?) fairyness. "Yes! To cake!" Rubbing his hands together just a little he then bolted in a streak of blue and dive bombing his way straight down at one of the cakes on the other side as Ferret, giving the both of them plenty of room to work.

When he landed hands on cake first he flipped over and nearly threw himself right off the table in his effort to get there. Little bits of sweet buns clinched in his fists as he stumbled back and wings went crazy flapping to keep his balance while his feet slipped and slid before he finally caught his balance and was stuffing those fist fulls right into his mouth to destroy before digging right back in. Not even bothering to think about the cooks and what not that were in there, after all...These cakes were made for them so they wouldn't mind...Right?

[Ferret]

She was certain that the mice would love love love the cake they were about to consume: the only major issue was, would they even get a taste? A crumb? The smallest flake before the faeries devoured the entire pan? Well .. it was entirely possible that no, no they would not. And Warren was correct in his assumption: Ferret's colour pallet seemed to be based off the months just after summer and long before winter, where the days are still full of sunlight with a crisp chill in the air, and each sunrise is a startling display of gold of all kinds. With hair the colour of burnt sienna, eyes of copper, and skin a faint gold she looked like she had just burst out of autumn itself. The leaflike wings certainly helped.

"Ooooooo!"

She collided face first with the nearest cake as Warren dived into the next and flipped over, the faerie chomping happily and savoring the sweetness that was offered. Though the buns were lacking in icing or any form of decoration, they were certainly worth the time and effort the two had gone through to get to them. Their Great Cake Hunt!

"Thish ish goof stuffff."

Speaking around a mouthful, she laughed as Warren went to town on his victim, spraying crumbs everywhere before slapping her hands over her lips so she wouldn't waste a single morsel. Working her jaws furiously, she ripped a hunk of bun and stuffed that into her mouth almost before the first lot had started to travel down her throat: an obvious bulge in her neck that didn't seem to bother the girl in the slightest. For now, she was perfectly content sitting cross legged on the counter, digging in to illicit buns with her new bestest best friend.

"Ahem."

A chill ran down Ferret's spine.

Glancing over her shoulder, she had to look up .. and up .. and up .. and then up some more, before she finally met the face of the head cook: her arms crossed and tapping the business end of a wooden spoon against her upper bicep. She did not look very pleased.

"Ah .. well ... "

Eyes twitching around, she darted forward and grabbed handfuls of bun and stuffed them into her mouth like a hamster hoarding yoghurt drops, looking back at the cook with a big cake laden grin on her face.

"Ish goof?"

[tesarikfive]

Those poor cakes. So mistreated, to be left without any yummy, pretty, sparkly, candy covered coating of icing. But they were still very very good either way! With his balance restored and his hands free of cake, mouth full of course, he went back to work, yanking off tiny little fae chunks and stuffing them right in his mouth as fast as he could. Jaws chomping wildly as crumbs fell down the front of his shirt just a bit, though obviously not bothered by it as he just kept on going.

"Omnomnomnom" Was really all he could say in response to Ferrets decliration of the yummieness of the treats. Though of course when the disctration of the big person came he blinked a few times. A chunk of sweet bun in each hand, and a mouth full he smiled up to the woman with the spoon and gave a cake filled wave of his hand. "Fhank ooo....." Pausing just a second he gave one last chew before swallowing and giving an even bigger smile. One of pure joy.

"Thank you for the super awesome special yummy delicious tasty good Fairy Cakes!"

His head nodded rapidly once said before he went right back, clearing his hands of cake by stuffing it into his mouth and chewing away. More chunks torn away as he wiggled and danced just a little on the table top. Warren was just as happy as he could be there, even if the kitchen was a little bit warmer than he'd like. The cake made up for it! Though sense they were Fairy Cakes, and they were there, well Warren didn't see any reason for concern. No, in his mind the nice lady was just coming over to check on her guests and make sure everything was tasty. Yup...Thats what was happening.

[Ferret]

Well, Warren appeared totally unconcerned, so that must mean everything was AOK! It was assumed that he was more familiar with the ways of the world than she, and while in Kyngfeld this cooks present stance - tall, stern, wooden spoon a-tapping - spelt trouble, it must have been different in Sarkotos. So many unusual customs, it would take a lifetime to learn them all! So she followed Warren's lead, her initial thrill of worry disappearing from her head as quick as a flash, more cake disappearing into a bottomless gullet as she partook of the wonderful spread these exceedingly generous bigpeople laid out for the faeries.

"Yesh, fankoo! Ish vewwy nish!"

She grinned around a mouthful of sticky mess and then simply dismissed the cook. Her mother had taught her to mind her manners, and as far as she was concerned her manners had been well and truly minded: she had expressed how wonderful the cakes were, thanked her hostess, and even smiled! And if that wasn't enough, there was no bigger complement to a cook than having your creations utterly decimated by happy patrons. So all the pleasantries had been seen to, so now there was no need to split her attention between gorging and socializing, she could concentrate on emptying this pan as quickly as possible. Why, it was a public service! The sooner Warren and Ferret cleaned out the pan to the last crumb, the sooner the cook could fill it again for someone else. Perhaps .. perhaps even them! The Obsidian Heart Inne was a gluttons paradise. It was no wonder the mice stayed, they were set for life, and now so was Ferret.

The cook .. well ..

She was turning a rather interesting shade of puce, and was making noises usually only heard when the cat decided it had ingested a little too much fur after a tongue bath. If you looked very closely, you may have even seen a touch of foam around her lips; it was quite the sight!

"How DARE you?!"

The wooden spoon came down and smacked against the counter so hard the rounded end cracked down the middle, only a hair from where Ferret had been sitting quite happily filling her mouth. Faeries had an uncanny sense for survival, they needed it or otherwise the entire race would have been wiped out years ago! No idea why, the wee creatures were a pleasure to be around. Of course, now Ferret was staring back up at the cook as she sputtered, little mouth hanging open in amazement with a glob of purloined half chewed bun mashed between her teeth.

"OMG I think she's going to asplode!"

Looked like an eruption was imminent.

[tesarikfive]

Warren was just has happy as one could be standing there, wiggling his little bottom, jiggling his feet back and forth as he hummmed a happy little tune to himself with each chunk of sweet goodness stuffed into his mouth. Chomping away without a care in the world he gave just one more glance up to the cook and smiled to her to show how thankful he was for the lovely food. But of course that wouldn't last for much longer.

Not really paying to much attention to anything other than the food in front of him he didn't even notice as the woman slammed down that spoon onto the table top until the loud crack of wood to wood snapped him out of his daze of joyful eating. Head snapped up, mouth dropped wide and eyes grew as large as grapes! Shocked to say the least. "Ohohoh! Not happy!" Obvious, but maybe not.

Instantly he went into survival mode and his head started to dart around back and forth while eyes went wild trying to find a way out. "Butbutbutbutbut their FAIRY CAKES!" He thought to make that perfectly clear might help matters, but of course it didn't, so now plan B.

Grabbing tight to the bun he'd been tearing into, hugging it close to his body he turned and jumped right off the edge of the table. "FLY FAST! Badbadbadtroublebad!" He fell, the extra weight of the bun dragging him down to just five inches from the floor before his wings finally got enough force behind them to start letting him go forward. The fall of his actually helped him pick up speed as he flew right toward the door, peeking back quickly to make sure Ferret was behind him as he'd not leave a fairy behind, and if she was, he'd then just hope someone was nice enough to open that door for them so they could make their escape!

These big people were so strange. They made fairy cakes, but then got upset when he went to eat the cakes! Maybe they were for other fairies? Hmm. Who knows what the big wooden spoon lady was thinking, but Warren sure wasn't going to stick around to find out if he could help it.

[Ferret]

Plan B was a good plan: the fae who scarfs and runs away may live to scarf another day after all, there were plenty more sweet buns in the kitchen – they just had to find them all! Tomorrow. When this cook forgets all about them, assuming this didn't spark a lifelong vendetta. But for now? Yes, Plan B in action.

“Ooooooo...”

Warren carried out his plan, and so Ferret grabbed chunks of bun and stuffed them in her mouth as fast as she could, but her cheeks could only hold so much, especially while she was dancing from side to side avoiding that nasty wooden spoon! So sputtering crumbs everywhere, she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the wrist of her right, thrusting it out directly at the cook as her copper aura began to flicker sporadically.

“Gaffa! O riffoflithe thaths giddd thy th feffies! Thine! Ing odde thoo desthroy th thangs offeffil! Feeeefffffffyyyyyyy Gickkkeeeeeeerrrr!”

As the resulting copper light exploded and dazzled the eyes of all onlookers, Ferret hefted as massive a bun as she could carry and flung it out into the kitchen like she was throwing a discus at an Olympian event, running after the thing and diving into the air with an almighty flap of her wings. She dipped dangerously close to the ground when she swooped and caught it, the weight almost too much for her wings: but if there was something she was confident about (and naturally, was powered by her confidence ala teen Starfire!) it was her superfae strength. Before that dazzling glow had even subsided, the faerie was nipping through the gap in the door and putting the 'expeditious' into expeditious retreat!

“Waffen! Coffffon!”

She'd get around to swallowing the purloined bunbits eventually, but for now her cheeks were puffed out to the extent of each being half the size of her head, and surely it must have made quite a sight to any patrons in the common room! Two buns, two fae, a large burst of light from behind them .. they uh .. weren't going to get into serious trouble for this were they? They were so cute! Who could resist those little faces! Surely the Inne had befallen worse times what with dragons and demons and lycanthropes walking through the door on a regular basis! Well. Maybe not literally .. the dragons couldn't possibly fit, they had the opposite problem of the fae.

Gripping the bun tight, she made as dexterous a move as possible to avoid any people, tables, chairlegs or wandering cats, and dipped down to the mouse hole she had crawled out of to begin with. Gesturing to Warren, who had hopefully seen her thus far, she'd back into the hole and while it was a tight squeeze, the bun made it through also! Inside she would be nice and safe, if it was a little dark, and considering Ferret had made her home in there for the time being it was remarkably clean! The mice themselves were further down the walls crawlspace, so they didn't have anyone to fight with for possession of the buns. Yet.

But hey, the mice were cute as buttons so surely they only had to squeak just right and Warren would be falling over himself to offer up tasty morsels?

“Waiffff a mifffut...”

Ferret looked at her hand. Then looked at the bun. Then looked at her hand. Touching it to the sweet treat, there was a brief copper flash and the bun shrank down to miniscule proportions, just big enough to hold comfortably. She had to laugh, they were in such a rush to escape they had overlooked one of their most vital skills! Maybe next time they'd plan ahead, take a sack (or two), shrink and run? Then when the buns returned to their normal size, they'd have even more! Scheme scheme.

[tesarikfive]

Shrinking the bungs! He had forgotten too in his rush to escape the spoon of death! He huffed and puffed as he went through the door and dipped down, keeping himself low so not to be in easy range of any hands to grab him. His head turning back to Ferret every chance he got, just to make sure she was still back there, so when she motioned toward the whole she'd come from earilier he blinked and made a wide swooping turn, that bun in his hands swinging out wide in the effort to keep hold of it.

When he got to that hole he dropped lower and then closed his eyes as he tucked in his wings and made himself into a tiny little ball, free falling right into the mouse hole rather eaisly, though the bun he held sticking right in the opening and making him roll right to the other wall, bumping into it with a umph before shaking his head just a little. "That lady was crazy! She forgot they were fairy cakes!"

Standing up and dusting himself off just a little before he moved over to the 'door' and poked at that bun to shrink it down to a fairy size bite. Stuffing it away into his pouch with his honey chips he turned back to look at Ferret with a wide smile on his face. Breathing heavily still from the strain of that escape, but he wasn't hurt, so it wasn't to bad. "I don't like spoons...."

Peeking his head out the hole then he looked around, for Ferret it wouldn't look to odd, but if anyone looked toward that hole to see Warrens tiny head and shoulders poke from the mouse whole and peek about left, right, and up up up....Well it'd be a strange sight indeed. Though he didn't think of it like that. Grinning he looked back to Ferret. "I don't think they followed us." Nodding rapidly, convinced they were now safe and sound.

Plopping himself down on his rear right in the middle there he started to look around and smiled just a little. Nice and cozey. Even if it was a hole in the wall. Fairies didn't need much to make a good home after all so even a hole in the wall could make for a very nice house for them. "I know a few tiny bugs that can glow to light things up if you want." A little side note on it. They were bugs his family used often times in their homes, as they tended to live in small fairy like caves and deep inside tree's up in the mountians. And besides magic they really didn't have any way to get light inside them other than the glow in the dark bugs. "They are really friendly and don't move around.....To much."

[Ferret]

"Yeff, no kiffing!"

Ferret tried talking around her several mouthfuls of specially made faerie buns, then decided that actually, they would be more beneficial in her tummy and so she should probably try swallowing them now: she had only stored them to try and get away from the nasty cook with as much as she could carry after all! Stuffing the now shrunken bun in a safe place, she covered her mouth with her hands and began to noisily chew swallow masticate and gobble the tasty cake until it was all gone and she could speak in a clear manner. For faerie anyway. She too plonked herself right down on the floorboards, spreading her arms and legs wide and getting nice and comfy to rest from all that hurried flying, finally succumbing to her weariness.

"Yes! Spoons ARE evil! One time Aunt Millie got lost in someones kitchen and fell into a drawer FILLED with spoons. But .. not just any spoons .. "

Bright eyes were narrowed and she looked to her left and right, before leaning in conspiratorially and hissing out a whisper.

"Iron spoons."

All they needed was a campfire, and the setting would be perfect for horror stories. Why, even the mice around the corner offered an eerie snuffling accompaniment as they dreamed their little mouse dreams.

"She very nearly nearly almost died! Luckily Second Cousin Litwick was with her and he pulled her out in the nick of time, and then they had cake!"

Cake solved all life's problems.

"Ohwaitglowbugs? Hmmm .. we didn't have any of those. That sounds fun. Wake up in the morning and you have a new light pattern. Oh! It can be a game! Find the glow bug if you want to make it out in one piece! Though, I hope the mice don't eat them .. do mice eat bugs?"

Ferret wrinkled her nose and tilted her head, perplexed with this issue. She definitely most really wanted to live in this mouse hole, and little lights would make it easier to navigate. Why, just yesterday she took a wrong turn and somehow ended up in someone's bedroom. She wasn't sure who was more scared: the poor woman she had caught undressing, or Ferret herself .. no one needed to see that. No one. Poor fae was scarred for life .. but that was yesterday. Today had been very exciting! She had met a new faerie friend, a weird gnome with robo chickens, and had gone on a cake hunt that had very nearly almost ended in disaster! But they made it, and they had tasty tasty loots!

Everybody won.