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As the Siren took off toward the Mindflayer, Corbin righted himself and relaxed. Looking down at his bells, and then to the Raum and any others nearby him, he began rooting through his personal effects to pull out the compact tent. If they weren't planning on going anywhere, he would take a rest for now and try to regain his bearings that way, maybe even have a little nap.

"Gonna rest," he mainly announced to the raven demon beside him, whom he assumed would be their group 'leader' if they did end up splitting up. "Let me know if we head out?" Kneeling down in the snow he set up the tent and crawled in, curling up against his draped wings as they were all he had available to act as a blanket.

(( Inventory Note

HP: 15
Pumpkin Pills: 2
Carol of Bells: 5
Tent Used: 1 ))

"The cidah farie." Israfel pat Riley on the shoulder. 'Lives in us alllllll...."

Aksaja gave Riley a bit of a look at that, as if to say 'what now you're encouraging this?' But it wasn't really worth arguing too much ... waaaait a moment. Did this guy still have some of that cider, maybe?

"So hey... if she really does live in us all, maybe we should all have some cider...." he suggested, trying to sound quite serious.

... "Well, yea, but didn't you have some on the train?" the dragon coaxed, looking up at Riley. Help me out here, he thought at her, raising brows a bit. He didn't know for sure but he sure as hell suspected that Israfel had more cider.

"And the doctor's gone now anyway," he pointed out, nodding over toward the tent.

Riley remained unresponsive, despite having heard the thought that filtered back at her from the dragon. She flickered her eyes at Maladore's tent, her chest rising and lowering in lieu of a sigh of relief. At least she knew he'd be safe and out of sight for the night.

She would have helped Aksaja. She really would have. Yet, something held her back. Something.. akin to JOY, and yet not so distasteful, not so deadly.

If she had a mouth, she'd be trying not to smile right now. So far, attacking trees aside, this was the best part of the trip. Instantly, she had shuffled Israfel into her mental Rolodex of possible minions friends. What fun they could have.

Shouldn't you present the cider faerie with some kind of offering, before asking for cider?

That.
Was.
Epic.
Idea.

Blue eyes widened as all Israfel could think of was how the cider here might be different then cider from home. Hopping over to the stained cider snow, Israfel reached down, scooped some up, and shoved it in his mouth. It was-

"Is Cidah." He smiled, grabbing a handful and rushing back to Riley. "CIDAH..but. Just cidah." He sighed. So close, yet so far. "Still, very tasty."

"Hey!!" the dragon protested, making a grab for the pill. He'd wanted some of Israfel's cider, not the stuff soaking into the snow! Especially since that was apparently 'just' cider, which he took to mean that it didn't have any alcohol in it. Damn.

With a huff, Aksaja marched over to where the cider-snow was and eyed it for a moment or two before scooping up a little bit to taste. It was ... actually pretty good, but as he suspected... no alcohol. "I think the fairy cheated me," he muttered.

The dragon scooped up a little more of the cider-snow and then yanked out his tent, waiting until it popped up to crawl inside. It didn't seem like anything else was going to happen tonight anyway... so might as well get some sleep.

Riley felt that Aksaja got what he wanted - which was cider, admittedly cider-snow but cider all the same. She therefore didn't feel too guilty about pocketing his 'gift'. Besides, that might come in handy later. She watched him take another scoop of the cider, and then climb into his tent. Her eyes closed for a moment, and internally she chuckled. No one heard it.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a flask brushing against her hand. Her long fingers curled around it quickly, and she pulled it out of sight, one eyebrow raising. He really did have a secret stash, the little minx. Her internal registry gave Israfel extra credit for being so sneaky, and she held the flask behind her head.

You're so clever. She murmured affectionately to him, as the flask disappeared into a nest of moving tentacles at the back of her head. When it resurfaced, it was clear she had taken a few swigs, but there was still more than enough left. She had only drank what she thought was a fair amount for warming herself from the chill of the cold, if this was like a normal alcoholic beverage.

It wasn't.

She plucked the flask out of her hair, and slipped it back into his hand with a smooth grace. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

And so generous. The cider fairy thanks you.

Oooh, she felt warmer already. A few bubbles floated up from behind her head. Was that the equivalent of a hiccup?