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Though Noctis typically wears a deadpan expression on her face, the mention of Divine seems to elicit an odd sort of reaction from her. The browbird's ears perk up excitedly prompting her to tuck them out of sight as quickly as she can. Did she just... smile? "Miss Divine... Yes. The two of us encounter each other frequently amidst our travels." She gazes to the ground before eventually looking back up once more. "The rough exterior she puts up is merely a farce," she starts. "When you cut yourself, the skin that heals back is tougher, is it not?"
She's a little too invested in me. More than she should be. Sure, I'm lucky, but that's not what she's after... I don't get it.
Cool as a cucumber most of the time, somehow... the thought of Yuju makes Idris incredibly flustered. He cracks a bit of an awkward smile whenever the subject is brought up.
"Ah, Yuju...? I am quite glad to have met them. Yuju is quite special to me," he answers nervously, hiding his next woodcarving project from view. Without a shadow of a doubt, Yuju is its intended recipient.
I...uh..-bouquet of red clovers-
"The fact that Yuju has taken it upon themselves to care for an orphaned child brings a great deal of warmth to my heart. I will do what I can to ensure that Yuju has the support they need to ensure the child has a proper upbringing."
Though You is nothing short of pure chaos at times, Idris gladly does what he can to keep the browlet in high spirits. He finds their reactions to his music particularly amusing, even if somewhat destructive.
-out of rhythm bounces listening to Idris play-
-Does not like that one jaunty song--instrument will die-
“Wh-who are you! I don’t like games, and I - I don’t trust nothing here so go on - tell me who you are! … What? No. No, no, no, no - no more of this. I didn’t want to be dragged here - and I sure as hell don’t want anyone else dragged into this hellscape either! Stupid stupid wizard - nuh-uh, you’re not my friend - I don’t know you, n’ I don’t trust you-“
"Marcy is like... MY BEST FRIEND EVER!! I'm so so happy I could find him again -- to think we'd both end up in such a magical place!!! Ehehe I could just BURST from excitement!" Pants does a little dance before continuing to go on and on about their friend from home.
"I wonder what he's been able to fish up lately...! Mmm... fiiiiish... I hope they taste better than the ones we caught from the sewers back home."
[ loud squeaky toy noises intensify ]
"You know what time it is, Grimm...! CUDDLE TIME!" The satyr shouts with a giddy grin, barely able to contain their excitement as they scoop the lunon up into their arms once more. "Just please don't bite me like the last time."
"Aaah! I love hanging out with Mimir... If it wasn't for him I would've never been able to start my life over!!" Pants gently holds their face within their hands, feeling a distinct warmth rise to their cheeks whenever they think about Mimir. Something about it is special; not even Marcy, their best friend, can elicit this feeling from them.
"I wouldn't change anything for the world... I'm so happy... I hope... I hope Mimir and I get to have fun together forever and ever, ehe~!!"
"Somnus is really, really cool!! I love going to see his performances and all of the new magics he can show me! And I can't believe he likes to play lots of fun games too!! What a shame his illusions can't actually trap me there forever... Oh well, there's always next time!" Pants grins widely, keenly unaware of their ridiculously stupid good luck. Very few are capable of escaping Somnus' powerful and entrancing illusions; even fewer are dumb enough to willingly ensnare themselves again.
A heavy gaze fixes over the work brought before the navigator, just as scrutinizing of this as he was in all other regards. "Hmm." His eyes trace each jagged line and dash made over the thick parchment. Having sailed these coasts for so long meant knowing them just as well as the back of his hand... and for that meant knowing every fault in their portrayal. "There." The elegant swipe of his long finger along the coast draws your eye to it. "You're missing a cluster of rocks just off the north face. If we were sailing at night we could easily run into it while approaching the port and sink. Try again."
"Boss! Boss! You should really take a look at this..." Hazel exclaims, the iridescent curio beaming with pure pride and joy at the newest map they drafted from scratch. Each part of the map, which was sprawled across the table before the two of them, was painstakingly crafted; he even made the map paper himself, a completely unnecessary undertaking that showed just how much Hazel cared about their profession.
"I spent all night making sure each and every detail was perfect..." he whispers, his eyes watering with an innocent joy while his hands remain clasped at his chest. "What do you think???" Hazel asks, eagerly awaiting even the smallest ounce of approval from Pallas.
"Oh, I can remember when I could fit Mona in the palm of my hand; how time truly does fly! Now she's grown to be larger and more formidable than most. Perhaps she's been gnoshing on my magic a bit too much though...Well, not like that's my problem!"
Astrid chuckles to himself, fanning his face with his hand fan. He's quite pleased to have Mona on his side, thankful to the longbull for having dedicated her life to guarding his forest with such ferocious grit.
"Mona, dearie, I heard you've been involved with that dashing knight passing through. Oh, I couldn't be happier for you darling, I could almost cry! Almost. You and I both know I couldn't live with myself if I got a wrinkle."
“A good boss and a reliable friend he is. He was kind enough to let me live in the woods around that tower of his, even after finding me trespassing. We settled out a deal of course, so now I just watch out for strangers who might try to get through these woods… and in exchange, I can live out there without any trouble. It’s a glorious place for the likes of me; so much magic, such a rich celestial feast! I didn’t get to be this big on trinkets and starstuff after all…”
Desdemona grins, showing off her many, many teeth.
“Astrid’s let me live so we’ll I don’t even need magical trinkets. My hoard is like a dragon’s - what beauties and riches I have come to call mine working with him! I’m as happy as could be.”
"What a curious man indeed," the witch mutters under her breath. "Visitors to my lonely tower are few and far between, and even fewer wish to carry out my bidding..."
She pauses, her lifeless eyes slowly tilting downwards so she can gaze upon herself before uttering her next words. Save for her hair blowing from the occasional gust of wind coming through, her eyes are the only part of her body that are capable of movement due to the wear and tear of the vessel containing her very being becoming painfully evident.
"...he makes for excellent company. Though sometimes, I do wish he would be a bit less... dense?" The cerulean satyr giggles to herself. "It would certainly be a welcome change to see him loosen up a bit."
"Well look at you, you big hulking beast. You'd be the perfect person for the task I had in mind... You wouldn't mind getting those rough, calloused hands of yours dirty, eh? I have plenty of coin to offer in exchange for your...services..."
The rings within Astrid's eyes begin to swirl with mischief as a sharp-toothed grin spreads across his face. He almost seems a little too enthusiastic about this proposition.
A wicked scowl manifests itself upon Astrid's face at the mention of Deianira, though he stops himself after a moment or two. The last thing he'd want is to have a wrinkle tarnish his flawless complexion because of her.
"To think I once thought myself compatible with that slimy, beached whale. I must have been too preoccupied by the way my gorgeous face was reflected in their eyes to come to my senses. What a pitiful waste of my time..." he sighs, filing his nails to take his mind off of the subject at hand.