Hiding In the Boudoir

“You can’t.”

A silent lift of that pink brow that could somehow speak volumes to the right person who could read it.

“No, you can’t that…that is cheating.”

[“How? Where are the rules.”] Came the weave of claws, [“No one said I couldn’t, so I did.”] A gesture, a weave of the palm in an open and shut case.

“Just because no one said, doesn’t mean you can, there is a thing called an honor system.”

Another lift of that pink brow, [“I’ve broken no rules but the ones you claim to be moral and even those would change person to person.”] A knock of their knuckles to the table.

“Martin feeding me spicy food so I can’t tell Caelholdt about your latest surprise because i’m drinking too much water to object is without a doubt cheating.”

[“It’s using the tools I have to get ahead.”]

“You little shit.”

🍀 LUCKY’S 5th ANNIVERSARY, show #80 🍀

Over the last five years the Goldclover Sound stage has enjoyed 80 amazing nights with the community with our own home shows and many more hosting guest shows within the stage. The very building could tell you some amazing stories. It is a bittersweet thing to announce that our home shows will be retired. However, fret not! We do still plan on showing up as guests out in the community, we are not disbanding the troupe. We have done this for a long while.  Our first official show as LUCKY was in April of 2017, with a few small ones before that to test the waters. It’s been a wonderful journey with each and every one of you out there in our community.

👍 Thank you for the humbling experience of performing for you and with you!

Please come join us for our 5th anniversary! When: Saturday, April 30th 2022 Time: Doors at 6PM EST, Last curtain call at 6:30PM EST! Where: Balmung Server, Lavender Beds, Ward 16, Plot 36 For fun: Support the troupe in Olive Green & Golds

**For those with older computers, we suggest you seat yourselves in the front as to lower the chance of items despawning in the show space.**

There is no OOC entrance fee. We will not be accepting donations. We enjoy sharing a night of excitement and music with everyone!

May your days be warm with laughter, Stay ‘Lucky’ now and forever after. We hope to see you there!

🍀Stay Lucky!🍀

Khuja’sae Fashonti ( @khujasae ) was the daring dreamer to imagine Lucky Sparrow into reality and continues to be the owner of the Goldclover Sound stage!  On this month’s poster we’ve included a clover of 5, for the turns we’ve made over the years. (Poster done by @x-inay)

🍀 Lucky Sparrow Entertainment Troupe 🍀              General info | Staff | Posters

It is new! New art!!!! I caved and spoiled myself for my birthday this year with a commission from the insanely talented Dakota Curry of my awful little gremlin. Both left and right are Roka, with some of her most important people in the center (Sun'ra, Ezekiel, Tobi, Certo, and Renaux).

No.

Nope.

Menphina help her...

Of course, Ren would be parading about with a sprig of mistletoe tucked behind his ear.

It was Ren.

Roka contemplated bolting. She was pretty sure he hadn't seen her, and she was as silent as the gravy when she made no effort to announce herself. She could just...

No.

That wouldn't be... Right? Yes, she supposed that was the word she wanted. She wasn't going to go and flee from Ren just because of a plant.

"Cooooookie~!"

The sing-songed nickname sealed her fate, he'd seen her. Ears gave a little involuntary wiggle, lips curving in a hesitant but soft smile while she watched him approach.

"Merry starlight! Wasn' sure we were even gonna see you, but I'm glad you came out of hiding."

He dipped to her height, offering his cheek and pointing to the spring of green. Offering her an easy out with a peck on the cheek. She could cry for how well he knew her sometimes.

"You look good Ren, though you always do."

Roka leaned in, examining Ren's cheek for a moment. Lifted her hand to wipe the pad of her thumb across the dark skin before pinching his chin between her thumb and the crook of her index finger to catch the sharp by surprise and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. Hopefully, he'd just... Keep attributing her chill to the weather. It was obvious she just had poor circulation and it was so very cold outside, right?

Her boldness didn't hold out though, and as she stepped away eyes dropped to her boots and her tail curled around her legs.

"Ah... I should... The laundry... I need to frost it."

And off she darted. Hopefully, she wasn't... Actually planning on frosting anyone's laundry...

Had that just happened?

The smile crinkled the corner of his eyes as he stood and it blossomed wide, a knuckle rubbing just along the line of his lower lip.

Of all the people who might wander into the kitchen, and promptly be run right back out by a snarling catte, Ren was not in that vast number. In fact, when the sharp ambled in to grab himself a snack and spied Roka in the midst of working her kitchen sorcery, he half expected her to be the one to bolt. She was apt enough lately, keeping out of sight and reach most of the time.

Roka didn't even really expect her own actions, looking up from the dough to find Ren staring.

"Could you bring me the vanilla?"

It was, technically, within her reach. The little brown bottle could have been grabbed if she took all of two steps to her left. It was an invitation into one of those moments few people were accepted into, much less welcomed.

So he brought the vanilla.

And he helped roll the dough out.

Roka let him pick which cookie cutters to use, though she forbade him from actually cutting the shapes because 'they need to be perfect'. Whenever he was close enough the abundant wealth of her tail swept to press against the backs of his calves. She wasn't even aware she was doing it, it was the subconscious need to touch her people at work. But it was reassuring because that meant whatever else was going on?

Ren was still her people.

When the cookies were out of the ovens and cooled, Roka set up a station for them to decorate at a booth, nudging him over that she might sit beside him and rest her tail across his lap while they worked. She didn't talk much beyond instructions, and Ren didn't press for more. She'd talk when she was ready, she usually did, but this? This was something he wouldn't risk ruining.

At least until he tried to munch on a cookie.

A small hand swatted at him and Roka huffed a scolding grumble at him.

"Those are for the Saint of Nymia, Ren. So unless you plan on sneaking into my home in the middle of night on Starlight, you can have the regular cookies like everyone else."

"Aw... C'mon Cookie! Quality control, gotta make sure they's good, yeah?"

Roka pursed her lips, squinted, and siiiiighed dramatically before handing the sharp the cookie he'd been after.

"One then, just one." She collected the rest while he munched happily. They were good. Of course they were, Roka had a hand in it. "Hey, Ren? Merry Starlight, in case I am not back here by then." And off she went, leaving Ren to enjoy the spoils of his labor while she disappeared to Twelve only knew where.

"Cookie?!"

Oh crap.

Roka knew that voice. Even with her eyes closed, head tipped back and resting on the stones that rimmed the little spring and halfway asleep, she knew it. A sluggish ear twitched to Ren's voice, and Roka pried her eyes open a crack. She could try and flee, but... The water was warm and the air was cold, and ultimately? It was Ren. The most she had to fear from the sharp was him gently asking what was up with her.

The poor Elezen looked like he wanted to soak, and she was sure he could use it for all those stiff joints and aching muscles she knew he sported. Bless him though, for not wanting to do something that would send her running into the cold.

Eyes fell closed again and the little catte offered a muted hum.

"You are going to freeze if you stand around in the winter air like that, and then Ilan will be furious with me for letting you. There is a bottle of bourbon by my towel though if you would grab it?"

She paused, waited while she listened for any hint of movement.

"If you are quick about it I will even rub your shoulders for you."

She hoped the hot waters would suffice to hide the chill of her skin, and if not? Well... It was just the air, obviously. Nothing unusual. Please ignore the lack of metal limb sitting on the side of the spring anywhere, Ren. She's glamoured it in place, but you can't remove a limb that way, it just doesn't work. See? There it is in the water! Perfectly normal here.

With her tail pointedly curled into her lap and over her legs beneath the surface, she lifted her hands, giving her claws a friendly wiggle in the promise of massage and, maybe, playing with his hair while he soaked.