Roleplay

@pheelthemoment [center][i]You look down at the invitation a few more times, though more out of a reluctance to enter than to check you've got the right address (there's not really any other manors throwing a party here, after all). The owner- Haemon, an enthusiastic Guardian with just about the softest claws you've ever shaken- promised during your short interview that plenty of other single dragons attended his mixers. Still, you gather your courage (as easy or as difficult as it may be for you), and enter through the grand doorway of the manor. [/i][/center] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46606984] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/466070/46606984_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][i]Haemon rushes up to greet you, his newest party guest(s). There's a huge inviting smile on his face, as one of his hands grips a full red wine glass and the other pulls out from his pocket and hands to you a blank name tag.[/i] "So glad you could make it! You've really come at a prime hour, we've got such a lovely array of guests present! Feel free to chat around or ask me about anyone you [i]fancy[/i]- the night's still young!"[/center]

[quote name="pheelthemoment" date="2019-08-24 18:30:26" ] [s]after reading through everyone...i think i'm gonna have to go for the big guns[/s] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26609760] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/266098/26609760_350.png[/img] [/url] Sugarpaws, a gay tailor in his mid-30s, saw an array of handsome dragons all around. He nervously adjusted his goggles. He hoped it wasn't too rude to leave them on. Lock and Ulfr certainly caught his sights, but they both were admittedly quite intimidating. He found his eyes drifting more and more to Haemon himself. His beautiful dress draped over his pinstriped garments - Sugarpaws knew how to sew, but it was obvious that this Guardian knew [i]fashion[/i]. And he had a sweet face, and somehow paws softer than his own... He blushed a bit, before working up the courage to ask. "So, uh... Haemon. Seeing anyone for dinner, tonight?" [s]ohhh my gosh i just noticed you wrote that haemon sees the world through rose colored glasses...and here is sugarpaws, literally wearing rose colored goggles ddsfadsf[/s] [/quote] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46606984] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/466070/46606984_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][i]Haemon nervously smoothed out whatever creases on his clothes were there or simply imagined, and held back more awkward laughter (he didn't want Sugarpaws to think he was laughing at the request, he just found humor in being too flustered to clearly answer).[/i] "I- I certainly appreciate your manners- and your forwardness." [i]He sort of glanced towards some non-guests: musicians, card-dealers, waiters.[/i] "I can't say I have any real plans, and I think the others could hold down the fort just fine if I slipped away for dinner... If you were asking me, that is! And, if you did just happen to ask me, I think I'd just happen to accept."[/center] [center][i]He straightened his dress one last time.[/i] "Because I'd certainly like to know you better."[/center] (hfhngh I didn't even realize the glasses bit was in there, I accidentally put my wip there whoopS.. it's cute tho so I'll just keep it until I write the rest) [quote name="pheelthemoment" date="2019-08-25 12:53:57" ] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26609760] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/266098/26609760_350.png[/img] [/url] Sugarpaws glanced down for a sec, then looked back up at the large dragon, and brightly smiled. "Great! Yeah, you must have put so much work into organizing all of this. I think you deserve a little fun too. Dinner is the least I could do." He unthinkingly started twirling the hair of his lush mane, then very quietly added, "Especially for a dragon as fetching as you." He looked towards the mansion's doors and tilted his head. "I don't really know this area all that well, but I think I saw a cute little eatery not far from here. I've heard plague cuisine can be second-to-none! If you know what to order, at least," he chuckled. [/quote] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] [center][i]Haemon found his mind skipping about in his excitement, but held on to Sugarpaws' words as well as he could.[/i] "Oh, thank you, I..." [i]He cleared his throat.[/i] "An eatery- right! Of course! I certainly know of a few nearby, but... Well, if you've seen something, it's a terrific excuse to explore the clan, isn't it? And I can't think of a single place that'd be a disappointment here." [i]Haemon debated offering a wing or arm for Sugarpaws to lead him off, but found their size difference to make the idea awkward, to say the least. Instead he simply held his head a bit higher, and, with a grin, said,[/i]" I'm ready to go whenever you are."[/center] [quote name="pheelthemoment" date="2019-08-31 16:50:57" ] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26609760] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/266098/26609760_350.png[/img] [/url] Sugarpaws found himself involuntarily bobbing, both in nervousness and excitement. "It is certainly a lovely clan you have here," Sugarpaws said. "Plague's very different than what I'm used to, yet it already feels a bit like home. I'd really love to see everything this place has to offer! It's a a rather long flight from my Wind clan, but I hope I can stop by from time to time. "All right, let's get going then!" Sugarpaws began to lead the way, but slowed his pace to not get too far ahead of Haemon and keep the conversation going smoothly. "The place was named something like the 'Kaliquick Shop'?" Sugarpaws laughed. "I don't think I said that right. But it advertised some really interesting sounding dishes, among other things!" [/quote] [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] [center][i]As they neared the door, Haemon seemed to momentarily debate actually leaving, but continued his joyous stride as he followed the Tundra.[/i] "Wind! Oh, wind, we've not got many wind dragons around here. They don't tend to [i]blow in[/i] often, I suppose!" [i]He laughed, almost embarrassed, but still clearly laughing a bit too hard at his own joke.[/i] "And I do believe you mean Dori's Kelliwic Shack- she doesn't stop by, she's already spoken for, the absolute [i]darling[/i]- but it's always so wonderful to support our local businesses, wouldn't you agree? I bought a guitar pick from her once! I couldn't tell you where in the world she found it, but I couldn't help but grab it while I was waiting for my plate..." [i]He caught himself, slowing down.[/i] "Apologies, my mind's just rushing at the very prospect of getting some time alone with you..." [i]A quick throat-clear escaped.[/i] "You said you wanted to see what the clan has to offer- I live right in the middle of the arts district, you know! We could always extend the night with a stroll around afterwards- not even the sunset can make art rest, after all!"[/center] (...unfortunately the arts area of my clan is a little underdeveloped WHOOPS... but it's still an option if you'd like to extend the scenario!!)

[s]woooo trying out the new headshot ability ive been granted! except omg sugarpaws hat makes him seem like he has a big forehead when its framed like this dsdfadf[/s] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/266098/26609760p.png[/img] Sugarpaws giggled at Haemon's Wind pun. Of course, having spent the majority of his life in the Plateau, he's heard every wind pun there is, but seeing Haemon laughing was too cute to ignore. And it was contagious! Sugarpaws suddenly found his little chuckle growing into a guffaw, and had to momentarily look the other way in order to quiet himself down. He turned his head back toward Haemon, hoping his pink fur was enough to hide his slight blush from still thinking about the Guardian's laugh. "Oh yeah, that must've been it! The Kelliwic Shack. I wonder what it means?" Sugarpaws continued walking with a excited gait, heading out of the manor. "I don't see combined restaurant/shops too often. I'm curious what'll be there! I always like to get a little trinket or something to take back home when I go on trips. I wonder, what drew you in about the guitar pick?" Sugarpaws gave Haemon a friendly smile. "No need to apologize! I'm feeling pretty similar myself," he nervously laughed. "That's so cool you live right in the arts district! My clan barely has an art scene, let alone a whole district... In our little art museum, we've had maybe four or five different exhibits come in in the almost two decades I've lived there. I'm eager to see some new art, to say the least," Sugarpaws laughed again. "A night stroll with you sounds absolutely splendid. The evening's looking beautiful already!" Sugarpaws looked at the sky, a gorgeous twilight set upon the distinct Plague landscape, so unlike the lush Windswept Plateau, but unquestionably beautiful in its own way. As the two walked away from the manor, Sugarpaws found himself unsure where exactly he had passed the shack. He looked around for a couple seconds, then looked up to the Guardian and asked "Would you mind leading the way?"

(I'm gonna switch up my formatting to match yours a bit more, now that we're doing proper rp! also I am SO sorry for just word dumping but... I love me some settings...) [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] Haemon had a giddy-looking smile on his face, and happily took up the lead. He kept his focus on the following Tundra as he walked and talked ([i]a task which he clearly had experience in, unless he was just lucky that there was no lamppost in his way[/i]), wings proudly aloft and claws trotting along. "Of course! I've come to know the clan like the back of my claw." "You see, the whole clan is built up around guilds and their districts- the artists' is among one of the smallest, but I've spent plenty of time trying to grow it, going around advertising it and visiting whatever exhibitions or performances I can. I think a life without art is a terrible thing, but I know that even I've lost sight of my passions in exchange for the more... Material. I wouldn't be where I am now if I'd sworn to live off art alone." For a moment he seemed to pause, but simply sighed into a softer smile. "Hence why I've taken up things like, well, buying an odd, scavenged guitar pick from a shop. It's like a sort of return to my roots- when I made music for myself and everything I loved. What better tools to use for that than those from the clan that's become my home?" he mused. The shift in districts was gradual, and perhaps almost unnoticeable if one wasn't aware of it. But recognizing the difference made the change from open plots, painted stages, and large, communal buildings housing the district's life to worn roads, discreet buildings of reclaimed scraps, and the gently declining bustle of dragons all the more stark. The guards which wandered the arts district seemed scarce here, and more Guardians seemed to keep watch, chatting from the roofs they stayed perched on or from the extensions they'd been built. Shops proudly displayed signs denoting them or their residents as Charges, visible even as many now shared window space with "closed" signs. As the two were now fully in the district's midst, Haemon awkwardly moved towards the center road, where larger breeds and vehicles alike seemed to travel better than on the clan's sidewalks. Sugarpaws could join him if he stayed [i]really close[/i], the Guardian half-joked for one reason or another, but they'd be reaching the Kelliwic Shack soon. "The Shack stays open awfully late, but it's only because they aren't open in the morning. But, there's still plenty of-" He stopped himself with a short laugh. "-ah, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I'm simply curious- what's your clan like? I've never stayed in the Plateau for all that long, but I'm sure it must be [i]lovely[/i] to spawn such endearing dragons like yourself!"

[center][s]heck yeah settings!! it's been fun hearing about your lair, don't worry!! our lairs are so different omg and whoops now i ended up being the one ramblings fsadfds[/s] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/266098/26609760p.png[/img] Sugarpaws intently listened to Haemon, following along as best he could with his much smaller legs. He'd meant to take in some sights of the district as they walked, but he was too focused on Haemon. There was something soothing about Haemon's voice and Sugarpaws was content to let him keep talking. He didn't seem to be aware of his surroundings until Haemon abruptly stepped off the sidewalk. [i]Heh[/i], Sugarpaws awkwardly laughed. "That's ok. I'll stay off to the side, then." As Sugarpaws looked around, he vaguely recognized some shops from his earlier passing through, but with the departing sun, everything felt different. He was glad he had Haemon to lead the way. Sugarpaws giggled at Haemon's comment. "Thank you," he rubbed his paw on his cheek, giving a small smile. "But actually, I grew up in the Snowsquall Tundra. Granted, I've been in the Plateau for nearly half my life now, [i]that's weird to think about[/i]. Anyway! The Plateau is indeed quite lovely! I still visit the Icefield from time to time, a lot of us in my clan take trips across the strait, but there really is nothing quite like the pervasive serenity inhabiting Wind." Sugarpaws softly brushed his mane as he began thinking about his clan. "My clan, Florabrisa. It's a nice little community of dragons on the Plateau's southern coast. Everyone's very friendly, and the clan's founders encourage taking things leisurely. It's very Windy to say the least, and not just the weather." Sugarpaws adjusted his goggles. "That said, my goggles do come in handy for that too." "When I first joined Florabrisa, we were a few dozen. Now we're a couple hundred! So a bit less little now, but still puny compared to this." Sugarpaws laughed a little as he gestured to the shop-lined cityscape. "There's hardly any commerce in Florabrisa. We're very rural - a large percentage of our dragons are farmers, and we have fields of flowers practically spanning the whole outdoors. The lair began as a garden, in fact! When everything is in bloom, it's a truly amazing display of colors and scents. I feel bad for those with allergies. But the agriculture [i]is[/i] a very big deal there... We also have year-round greenhouses, and even magically enchanted climate-controlled rooms underground. Most of the lair is built into the cliffs of the steppes, and there are hundreds of underground rooms, housing us communally. I have my own room - cozy, but more than big enough for me, my sewing machine, and some [i]embarrassingly[/i] large piles of fabric.... My hoard, I suppose. Definitely takes up most of the space. And I absolutely intend to add to that hoard during this trip." Sugarpaws said the last sentence with a deadly seriousness, but his expression quickly re-softened. "I guess I should say, I'm a tailor!" he said with a bit of pride about his profession. He turned toward Haemon. "And it looks like you have a very fine tailor yourself. Your outfit looks simply stunning on you..." "Oh, this is the Shack, isn't it?" [s]omg i hope that's a fine place to leave my response dsfdasf its so much longer than i meant but ahah..talking about my lair >>[/s] [/center]

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] Haemon's eyes lit up at every descriptor- red as they might be, his outfit and enthusiasm certainly showed his sort of soft spot for more lively things. True floral gardens... You didn't catch those outside of greenhouses in the Wasteland, and even then one might be lost without a Nature dragon's touch. Fitting now, considering that Sugarpaws had properly clocked the Shack. Despite the massive fleshy spire which jutted out from beside a front wall, the Kelliwic Shack was a clean, almost orange-y wooden building nestled between ones of scrap metal and stone. It had its own tattered green fabric cascading down the diagonal roof which granted the outside table shade, but otherwise it was astoundingly polished. And yet, somehow, the sign which displayed its name seemed even [i]newer[/i], a beautifully chiseled plaque with an affixed wooden carving of a bowl of something orange, red, and (based on the throat-burning smell coming from inside) incredibly spicy. Haemon ushered Sugarpaws inside first, and followed behind with carefully tucked wings- for good reason. If Sugarpaws had wanted to buy some trinket, he was spoiled for choice here! Countless shelves were stocked with anything from arrowheads and shotgun shells to persevering flowers and spice packets to tiny animal skulls and wood figurines. Nothing was exactly organized by type or color or anything, and a few papers haphazardly strewn about simply read "[font=courier new][i]pay at counter[/i][/font]." Haemon awkwardly chuckled. "It's a bit of tight squeeze for anyone, but don't get too overwhelmed. Dori simply runs things her own-" [columns][item=ball-jointed bogsneak][nextcol]The puppet, only slightly smaller than a Bogsneak, clumsily shuffled forward on his hind legs, tail wagging and modeled jewelry jingling and jangling with the every step. A sticker on his wooden chest introduced him as "Mr. Chai, ask me for tea!" which he promptly followed up on by handing the Tundra before him a list of teas and drinks, and waiting eagerly.[/columns] Hoping his- well, it'd just be silly to not say [i]date[/i]- wasn't too overwhelmed, Haemon quickly tapped Sugarpaws' shoulder with a wingtip. "I'll be ordering up front, if you'd care to join me. Nevermind Mr. Chai there, if you don't want a drink he'll happily be dismissed." He spoke over Sugarpaws for a moment. "Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind anything you've got with cinnamon, good sir." His wingtip rested on the Tundra's shoulder now as he began to part. "We'll catch up once we've ordered, I think. I've got plenty to say, I assure you!" The puppet nodded at Haemon's request and looked back to Sugarpaws with that same anticipation. Haemon simply slipped past the other side of the shelves in the middle of the room to reach the ordering window, where the faint greeting of a shopkeeper could be heard. Almost instantly, Haemon just seemed to be making small talk, and rather excitable and quiet small talk at that. Even as his body blocked the window, his wings seemed to frame the menu displayed by it. Curries, stews, vegetable platters, stir fries, seasoned and roasted nuts and seeds- all were accompanied by courteous symbols either declaring them as particularly spicy or as containing meat or bugs. Very few seemed to be marked by the latter, but the only thing not marked as particularly spicy was... A fruit and cream dessert. Which happened to be listed directly under some yogurt-based dessert that was labeled as [i]EXTREMELY[/i] hot. Haemon could only hope that Sugarpaws enjoyed that sort of thing, or was feeling particularly adventurous... [i]Oh well[/i], he thought, quickly ordering before moving out of the way, and carefully sliding their hostess a fair bit more treasure than whatever the meal was going to cost... (feel free to be vague or just assume what's on the menu, if you can throw spices in it Dori probably has already... and then you can do whatever in this place waiting for the order and Haemon will do his Haemon-ly things right back. ye? ye.)

[center] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/266098/26609760p.png[/img] Sugarpaws watched Haemon walk away, then turned his attention back to the Bogsneak. He couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardly moving puppet. Despite it's size (smaller than a Bogsneak is still a bit bigger than a tundra!) it was no doubt one of the cutest things he'd encountered in the Wasteland. [i]Other than Haemon of course.[/i] Sugarpaws started looking over the list of teas. He didn't have tea too often, but a cup every now and then was always nice. "I'd love the matcha tea, please," Sugarpaws said, then slowly began trodding toward where Haemon had gone to order. As he walked, he looked over all the odds and ends displayed on the shelves. He definitely had to get a memento from the shop before leaving. He saw many interesting things, but what caught his eye the most was a small lapel pin shaped like a Waveskimmer, one of his favorite animals from his childhood in the Southern Icefield. He carefully picked up the pin and inspected its condition. It clearly wasn't new, a few nicks here and there, but that only served to give it more character. Smiling, he cupped it in his paw then made his way to the counter. "Hi!" Sugarpaws said to both Haemon and the dragon at the ordering window as he set down the pin on the counter. "This is such a cute store," he said, now looking at the fae. "And Mr. Chai is adorable! I've never had my order taken by an automaton before." Sugarpaws looked up at the large menu, happy to see plenty of tundra-friendly options. Well, assuming the tundra had a high spice tolerance. Admittedly, the traditional Tundra cuisine of Ice tended to lack seasoning. And while Sugarpaws usually opted for blander options even in Florabrisa, he did like to try different things. He's had spicy before, though the labels here did look a bit ominous. But he could handle it! He hoped. "I'd love to try the Cashew Chickpea curry!" he said to the dragon at the window. He started to take out some treasure for the meal and trinket, but found out Haemon had already covered everything. "Oh!" he turned toward the Guardian and blushed a little. "Thank you so much!" He picked his new pin up and affixed it to his jacket. "What do you think? "So," Sugarpaws said, trying to not think about his already growling stomach. "Should we go get a table while we're waiting? I always kind of liked getting window seats so I can dragon-watch while eating," he chuckled. [/center]

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] As Dori began to flit about the kitchen, pots and pans crashing against each other as she took out any implements she needed, and Mr. Chai joined her there to begin some boiling and brewing, Haemon seemed to snap out of a slight bit of jitters after Sugarpaws' order and thanks. "It'd only be rude to expect you to pay! You're my guest, even if it was all your idea, after all, and I don't even let my friends pay for [i]anything[/i] when I'm around. You're welcome," he smiled, before turning his attention to the pin. "Ah! What is that, a, eh-" he twisted his head a bit to view the pin, barely restraining himself from using a claw to better inspect the accessory. "A penguin? Oh, I think I see it, a Waveskimmer! Not as if I'm any authority on arctic bird species, though," he chuckled, readjusting his position. "I think it adds quite a dapper air to you. Like a bow-tie, but... A patterned one! If that makes any sense..." He awkwardly smiled and almost chuckled again, quickly scratching his jaw and glancing to the tables. "Anyhow, there is a table outside, which I wouldn't mind... Provided the air doesn't bother you. I don't expect it to get too humid tonight, but I know some dragons can be quite sensitive to our blighted air. Not that it'll make you sick or anything; not from staying outside for one night. I think at the worst your nose might run- which, come to think of it, I don't see the spice aiding. Hm." He scratched his neck now, running his claws up and down his plating with a sort of rhythmic, rigid-skipping noise, like a stick dragged across a fence. "I do feel like a bull in a porcelain shop in here, though. An Ophiotaurus in a glassware store, perhaps?" He stopped scratching. "A Guardian in a store with [i]very[/i] tight shelves. But, you [i]are[/i] a guest to the clan! If the Wasteland air doesn't suit you, I'm content to squeeze in." A kettle or pot began to hiss from inside the kitchen. A faint voice could be heard. [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/451239/45123897p.png[/img][nextcol]"[i]You can't pour that yet. You need to grab cups.[/i]"[/columns] Then sounded a slight rattling of something porcelain-esque. [columns][Color=transparent]A wooden tail contently thumped against the stone floor of the kitchen as water began to pour.[/color]"[i]...[/i]"[nextcol][item=ball-jointed bogsneak][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/451239/45123897p.png[/img][nextcol]"[i]Are you just nervous because of the new face? He won't bite.[/i]"[/columns] [columns][Color=transparent]A wooden tail contently thumped against the stone floor of the kitchen as water began to pour.[/color]"[i]...[/i]"[nextcol][item=ball-jointed bogsneak][/columns] [columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/451239/45123897p.png[/img][nextcol]"[i]You're a silly thing, you know that? Good, but silly.[/i]"[/columns] [columns][right][i]A wooden tail contently thumped against the stone floor of the kitchen as water began to pour. Presumably, from a pot or kettle, and into some salvaged cups, ready to steep.[/i][nextcol][item=ball-jointed bogsneak][/columns] ----- (let me know if you need more to respond to!!)

(don't worry! it makes more sense for you to have the reins right now anyway since I'm in your lair! though omg if i don't give you enough to work with you can always let me know too ^^) ------------ [center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/266098/26609760p.png[/img] [/center] Sugarpaws giggled at Haemon's comment on his new pin and lightly blushed from the compliment. "Thank you! If anyone knows dapper, it's certainly you," he said, looking at Haemon's sleek attire. Sugarpaws proudly adjusted his pin. "I think sitting outside is a good idea! It is a beautiful night, after all, and yeah... I can see it's a little cramped in here for you," Sugarpaws said, now noticing how perilously close to the shelves Haemon's wings would be if they weren't folded in. "The air will be fine, I'll just make sure to grab some extra napkins to be safe," Sugarpaws laughed and took some from a nearby napkin holder. As Sugarpaws started heading out the door, his ears perked at the slight kitchen kerfuffle in the back. He giggled to himself. He hoped to leave a good first impression for both the fae and Mr. Chai. "I'm excited to try the tea here! I feel I might be a bit spoiled coming from Wind, but I'm very curious how it'll compare. I've heard the robustness of drinks in the Wasteland often is unparalleled!" The two dragons reached a table under the darkening sky. "This seems like a good spot," Sugarpaws said, setting down the napkins he brought. He took in a hearty breath of the air. "See! It's fine." He smiled at Haemon. "And, hey, at the counter, was that, uh, [i]what-did-you-say-her-name-was[/i], Dori, right? How long has she been in town, I wonder?" Sugarpaws looked around at the surrounding buildings, then back at the much cleaner looking restaurant. "The Shack at least seems to be newer. Or simply very well-maintained!" Sugarpaws rested his arms on the table.

[center][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/466070/46606984p.png[/img][/center] Taking a seat, Haemon's tail curled around his hind legs, fixing his sat-upon, and now bunched up dress along the way. A bit more comfortable with some room to breathe, he graciously returned Sugarpaws' smile. "I'm glad it's not bothering you! Some dragons just break out into sick fits, that's why you'll always get a well-wisher or two sneezing to prevent such an embarrassment..." His brow furrowed pensively. "Has anyone sneezed on you yet? I wouldn't want you to go home and get sick- [i]oh[/i], what am I saying? That's a bit [i]gross[/i], I apologize. You just so often hear worse out here, is all, you almost forget what the rest of Sornieth thinks." Restraining his rising nervousness again, he half-chuckled, half-sighed. "But, really, that ought to be discussed later, if you're not adapted already. Because there's other methods of immunization of course... One a bit painful, one a bit grosser, one a bit romantic, actually!" Haemon seemed to relax again then, the comfort of conversation refreshing him. "And even if you get a bit of a scratchy throat or something now, the tea will certainly help. I remember coming here when it first opened- I think Dori and I arrived at about the same time, give or take a while... My manor was already built and settled in by the time I first visited, though. And, fantastic as it all was then, the menu's only gotten better, I assure you! It was refreshing to see a building so polished among the scrap- no offense to the scrap, of course, but you can probably tell that I value things a bit... Cleaner. Ah, well, [i]clean[/i] feels wrong to say, it's simply not as ornate or sleek as I may prefer. Sometimes you just want something a bit [i]softer[/i]..." He paused for a moment, almost expectantly, before continuing. "But it's all the wooden architecture! Dori- being a Nature dragon and all, I hate to say it but sometimes I mix up the eyes with your Plateau's- often livens it up with magic, just when there's been some wear or tear or something. And her girlfriend- I'm not sure if she's in right now, however difficult Imperials are to miss- has [i]certainly[/i] livened the place up with all of her exquisite woodcarvings. I believe she's responsible for the ball-jointed gentleman inside..." He paused again, raising a claw as if it stop himself. "Oh, I'm rambling! Apologies again, Sugarpaws, I can just never stop myself." His tail unfurled slightly, just enough so he could rest it on Sugarpaws'. "So! Tell me- did you just come to the clan from my invitation alone, or was there something else drawing you here? I've already said I live in the arts district, but there's plenty the clan has to offer! Anything you want to see or do- I [i]assure[/i] you, handsome, I'm the dragon who can make it happen!" ----- (in which haemon gets excited from talking alot and sounds sort of like jay gatsby, his two superpowers jgjvkl)