Nymph interlude (Afina)

[Ebiris]

"No, I think its best if I leave now. If you don't find me attractive I've no interest in seeing you push yourself out of pity. I'm not that desperate," Afina says, making a somewhat transparent pouty face as she considers the only reason she returned Bubbles' flirtations was because it had been a few years since she'd gotten close to anyone and so she threw herself on the first person to show any interest. Desperation indeed.

[Anastasia]

Bubbles scowls, "Of course I find you attractive! Your confidence, your poise and the way you stand out is attractive. I'm interested in you because you're not a love struck fool or a leering hopeful. You're unique, far more than a typical pixie. Dearie, the fact that you're unchesty has nothing to do with it."

[Ebiris]

"Oh... well, then..." Afina hesitates at that, looking at Bubbles' face for a moment before satisfying herself of the sincerity in it. With the blanket on so loosely her wings are free enough to flap and so she gives them a flap and lifts herself up onto the desk. "When you put it that way I might stick around."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, and you might  see me wearing less and less as it goes," Bubbles smiles, "Do you drink? I could use something after that." She stands up, "I have red wine, white wine and pinegrape."

[Ebiris]

"Red wine sounds good," Afina says, settling down side-on to Bubbles with her legs dangling off the edge. "Don't count on getting me drunk easily though, despite my size I'm no lightweight!" Although getting drunk and forgetting that whole embarrassing scene does hold some appeal.

[Anastasia]

You get a pixie sized portion of red wine, Bubbles having some herself. She drinks at a steady clip, not merely slipping at it. "Good. I know pixies who get drunk with a whiff of something strong. Most pixies are so, so, so dreadfully boring. Aurora's been a breath of fresh air and you are the greatest current of all. You are magnificent," she purrs, "Standing above normal pixies like a queen."

[Ebiris]

Afina matches Bubbles' drinking pace, the elemental furnace inside of her giving mundane alcohol little chance to gain much of a foothold except when she allows it, and as liberating as her overly affectionate drunken personality can be she'd much rather be herself right now. "Hmph, if you want to make this about stereotypes the typical nymph isn't tremendously thrilling either," she says. "Fortunately Aurora doesn't attract homebodies so I haven't seen much of that type lately," she turns her head a little to give Bubbles a sidelong smile.

[Anastasia]

This gets a returned smile, Bubbles settling back in her chair and closing her eyes. "Yes well, common nymphs end up a mistress of some marid or other there. Allured by their primal control of water and masculinity, they fall to them like wheat to the scythe. Mmm, few talk of it, but there's a quiet industry of finding adventuresome nymphs who wish to travel to the Prime and bringing them over to the Citadel of Ten Thousand Pearls. Not all end up with that fate, some have the personality or power to hold their own, but it still happens."

Draining her wineglass and putting it down before standing, "I am not, so I prospered. As you are not a typical pixie and have thrived in the planes."

[Ebiris]

There was nothing masculine about the Padisha! "It's something I often think about," she admits, gulping down the last of her wine and lifting her gaze as Bubbles stands. "On Lifasa I was an entertainer of minor note and assassin of some renown in a relatively middling desmense. Skilled certainly, but if things had gone as I wished I'd still be there, doubtless little changed from how I was a decade ago. Now, though?" she turns and looks out the window a moment, encompassing everything beyond before she looks back up at Bubbles. "I treat with archomentals and Gods, my name is whispered in realms I'd never even heard of before, the works I craft are worthy of legend in their own right, and I've transcended my own feyness to become a being unprecedented in history." A fabulously unprecedented being it must be said!

Hmm, she does get wrapped up in how awe-inspiring her prismatic nature is now and then, doesn't she? She feels like she understand Baleruk a little better.

[Anastasia]

When you turn back around, Bubbles has slipped out of her dress. She's wearing a silky shift beneath it. Several daggers are strapped to her legs and upper arms, unnoticed until now. She takes your wineglass and refills yours and hers, smiling all the while. A coy little smile, "Amazing how the planes change things. You survive and thrive or you drown."

[Ebiris]

"I'm sure many of us did just that. I've looked but all those that can be found are here in Aurora," Afina mentions, but refuses to get any further into that. She's not going to bring things down by talking about devils, she already had to restrain herself from going into a bit about how everything she's gained in the planes is 'thanks' to having devils despoil her home.

"Nice daggers, practical too," she commends with a smile as she looks over Bubbles, noting the different materials they're made of. Accepting the wine she takes a drink before gesturing to the cold iron one. "If that irritates your skin I can recommend rubbing it with crushed burdock root. In my old job I mostly used a cold iron weapon, too." Probably some devil in the Blood War is using it to kill demons these days. She misses that sword, rashes and all. "I could even rub it for you myself, if you like..." she offers with a teasing lilt.

[Anastasia]

"What an interesting offer," Bubbles says, "Let's take you up on it."

This is heading to fade to black territory, so ready to move along?

[Ebiris]

Even with a 1, all things are possible. Anyway yes, I'll go grab Afame afterwards and see if it's taken on board my new resonance with Ice like it did with Smoke before.

[Anastasia]

As you head out several hours later, "Mmmm," Bubbles murmurs, "Dearie, mind if I come with you? I want to see this."

[Ebiris]

"I don't mind spending a bit longer in your company," Afina says agreeably, freshening them both up with a bit of prestidigitation before she wraps her makeshift toga on again. By now at least all the ice has melted so it's just a damp blanket.