Now that he thought about it- has he ever had any sort of exchange with an aquatic creature, yet? Certainly none that he could remember. Perhaps there’d been vague encounters, distant sightings, and maybe some disguised in crowds that he’d been oblivious to, but no conversations. That was quickly pushed aside, though.

He leant forward at bent knee to focus better. At first he didn’t reply, his focus seemingly elsewhere as he marveled at this beautiful stranger. So much of her was obscured by water and lilies- what did the rest of her look like, if only a fragment of her was this captivating?

A small, cheeky grin pulled his lips. She was right, of course, and he wouldn’t argue that. Regardless, he was going to be a little bit of a shit about it out of pure boredom if nothing more. He reached to retrieve his mess of lines to try and contain it as they spoke, glancing down at her somewhat frequently.

“You’re right, but I’m gonna ask you anyway.” Once the line was back in order and stuffed messily into a pocket—there was a hook on there, still—he allowed his full attention to be drawn back to her. “Your home, I’m assumin’. Didn’t realize you folk lived in freshwater, too.” It made sense, though, so he didn’t know why he’d made the assumption now that he spoke it out loud.

His curly hair was frizzy and messy from pretending to be an outdoorsman all morning, and he frequently needed to use his fingers to keep it out of his face and eyes. Bugs were trying their best to swarm his exposed limbs as well, so at least he wasn’t having the easiest time breaking in.

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Dis hitched her parcel higher on her hip as she sped down the sidewalk, keeping her pace just under a jog. Today of all days just had to be the one where her bike came out with a flat tire, and now she was having to rush on foot to make it to the post office before it closed for the day.

Taking a second to glace down at her watch, she failed to catch sight of the boy in her path as she rounded the corner onto the main road, running smack into the middle of his chest and somehow managing to knock the larger teen over.

moth party 2.0 ; accepting

By all expectation, Vali should be partying for his birthday, but the way he truly wanted to spend his birthday? Without any obligations, in his bed, sleeping for as long as he desired, without the worry of anyone calling upon him, demanding things from him, hoisting work upon him, asking questions, scheming and plotting -- it all got pretty exhausting after a while. Vizier Titania would understand why he needed a day like this, surely. The Spire would survive one day without their Archmage.

Valeriu hardly stirred when Caoimhe entered his chambers -- usually he would wake with a start whenever anything within his environment was out of place, from an off scent to the slightest noise or vibration. He immediately recognized her scent, somehow able to recognize her presence even while asleep. He instead nuzzled closer, comforted enough by her presence to eventually slip back into a deep sleep.

He awoke to the sensation of a wet nose in his face, sniffing him. He opened his eyes, and on his chest stood a small black-furred pup. "Oh my gods, how did--" Vali placed his hands gently on the pup's back, petting him, which only caused the young fae dog to get more excited now that Valeriu was fully awake. He turned, rolling straight into Caoimhe. "You didn't." Vali smiled slyly.

"Ye've got some nerve! After breaking into my home, ruining all my Wares and supplies, eating all my honey, asking me if I have no manners?!" Cairi didn't miss much of a beat even though her broom was essentially useless now after he'd made it bloom and grow in her hand. "And now you've ruined my best broom!" She shouted dropping the sprouting broom and picking up the plastic flyswatter that was hanging on the wall. "Get out of my house! You didn't ask permission to stay and invoke the laws of hospitality! You are not welcome here!" She came at him again swatting at him again.

Her house? So she was the Gardener? That of course posed a bit of a problem. Offending the Gardener was never a good move to make, even if he wasn't quite clear on how he had offended her in the first place - except for the broom maybe, but that was her fault not his, clearly.

Still ammends needed to be made, if he wanted to get in the Gardener's good graces. Looking about himself, he somewhat gathered that she maybe found offense to the way his haywire fairy magic had affected her in-house garden. Well, fixing that would require a different approach, than normal. It wasn't yet fullmoon, but close enough and with the additional boost from the honey a shift shouldn't be too much of a strain for him.

So before she could find yet even more tools to swat him with, Evune gathered his energies in his cores and shifted into a more convenient size. And from one moment to the next, in the place of the palm-sized fairy stood a seven feet tall fae, complete with golden, irridescent wings and soft, twitching feelers... who was also remarkably naked, save for a few tufts of dusty fur protecting his wrist, ancles and - well those bits too.

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