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 Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 9:32 am
Calder clapped his hands together loudly, not liking this woman one bit. They needed money but was being belittled in their home really worth it? They cared for their children just fine after all and his parents never had any problems with being penniless.
Then again, he had been a monster. Their kids and 2 of their parents weren't.
"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry our kitchens don't suit your tastes. I would so hate to be rude to you." He said his voice dripping with over the top sweetness as he tilted his head to one side, eyes closed as he smiled.
When he opened them, he looked over to Barth. The demon knew how to deal with demons. Calder was a hair away from showing why he wasn't.
"Oh, I should get that tea. Zar, would anyone like to help? Zar?" He asked, moving to the kitchen and gesturing for someone to follow him if they wanted to.
In the kitchen, Calder found the biggest pan they owned and threw it across the room. Then he started to pull out every cup they owned.
The spiderling looked at its sibling before he took the words and thought of the lesson. "llll..." It didn't even finish the word, giving up to try chewing on a few feathers.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 1:08 pm
The small avian scareling looked pleased at the affirmation of his hard learned word and was more excited even than usual, making pleased little trilling coos and sounds of pleasure.
"I am wary of creatures without poetry in them, without the richness of beauty and devotion, because those spaces are filled with something else, and if you are anything like Sam." she turned Ras's face to hers with a firm hand on his jaw and kissed him briefly. "Then you will hurt all of those around you with the icy chill of who and what you are."
She sniffed as she released the other demon once more. "Yes, you should see to hiring more staff, I can provide you with some of mine, but I expect that your kelpie would object to them, given their general species."
She dismissed said kelpie without rising to his tone, waving her hand vaguely.
Zar looked alarm at the slam of pans in the kitchen, flicking his ears back, but for the time being did not move, uncertain if he could make it to the kitchen at all in his current state of woe and feeling about two foot tall.
Gilda looked him over again and this time raised the edge of her helm with the back of one hand, opening a single eye which gleamed like molten silver. Zar froze and Barth through the link would feel it sever for a moment. She let it drop and Zar resumed the contact but shaken and jarred by the intrusion.
"Disappointing, so much pride and yet so little self esteem. One would think one could not exist without the other."
He shivered and murmured an apology. "Perhaps I should..go help in the kitchen." he said. Gilda's lips set in a thin line. "No. You should not. You should not even set foot in the kitchen."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 12:50 pm
"Ah, yes, my grandfather said, err, much the same. Not the poetry bit. Just the...family resemblance. Um. Err. Yes. Calder's a bit...sensitive. About that. Ah, won't you both have a seat for a bit? Or did you want to...see some of the property."
Barth was usually used to being able to offer some pleasantries, but they were painfully short on pleasantries and completely bereft of any that would come up to Gilda's standards.
"We were going to name them. Eventually. ...Soon. Ish."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 1:01 pm
Calder returned, a plate with saucers and china in both hands, a pair of dainty mismatched teacups with fresh tea steaming along with some small cookies they had kept in the pantry. Moving in, he saw the mood had not changed and no one was sitting.
"Why don't we sit and talk or are you tired and want to get some sleep?" He really hoped they would want to sleep and give everyone a break to regroup.
He set the place down at the table and started placing the teacups off. "Maybe we can learn a bit more about each other and our intentions?" He placed another cup down and looked over to Ras who still had the scarlings.
"You are very kind to watch other them, Ras. They seem to like you. The scarlings in your family must be spoiled by a relative like you?" They said they were mated but made no mention of scarlings themselves.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 3:25 pm
Gilda raised a brow at Calder. "Sleep? How very novel." she said brusquely. "I never sleep you will be glad to hear, I have no use for it, whyever should I?" She nevertheless moved to stand next to the chair expectantly.
"We can learn more however certainly." It was very novel to be talking to an equid as if they were a demon and she was almost having fun, it was like when you dressed a pet up in a silly outfit like it was in fact sentient.
"Still Barth," she said idly. "You really should consider talking some on, sensitive or not, are you going to live like nomads?"
The mention of names made her however give him a stern look. "They need names. All demons need names. Not soon but as presently as possible."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:00 pm
Ras, holding the scarelings in one arm, divested himself of his traveling cloak, draping the rich fabric over the chair Gilda was standing beside. Flowers bloomed over the arms, ready to meet and support her.
"I do love scarelings, and always wanted a family. I spent time with our scarelings only a few weeks after they were born. I should have liked to spoil them," Ras said gently, his mouth growing into a beak that he nuzzled the pair of scarelings with.
"Ah, my love, do you want to put your feet up?"
Barth only looked guilty, "Well, only err, temporarily you know, and err, yes. Um, we'd thought of, um-" They hadn't actually discussed any names yet whatsoever.
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 7:34 am
"We were getting to it. I don't see why you are hounding them." Calder pointed out, not liking anyone feeling the need to pressure them the second they got into the house. They already knew they needed to name the scarlings, but while Calder was going to bring it up, now he wanted to delay it just for the sake of spiting the woman who walked into their home and decided she would set everything to HER pace and preference.
Sitting down, he regarded the cape over the chair that Ras set for Gilda. "You didn't come off as so delicate, Gilda." He remarked. "What are we talking on?" He looked over to Barth.
Attention over to Ras, he smiled back genuinely. "Only a few weeks? Were you all that busy? It must have been something important to keep you away."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 10:39 am
Gilda reclined effortlessly onto the flowers and chair with the air of one who belonged absolutely anywhere that she settled down.
"Oh I am not delicate at all." she said idly. "I simply have standards and my darling attends to them. Speaking of which, I should like to recline, certainly Ras."
Returning her attention to - as far as she was concerned - the most important matter, she looked irritable at Barth and then Calder. "I am hounding this issue for a reason. Perhaps you do not understand as you are not a demon Calder, but a demon without a name has no power, it has no direction or self, it is a great and terrible insult. By depriving them of Names you deprive them of all rank and all stability within demon society. Neither of them are secured in their respective lines."
Gilda found herself more irritable as the subject of why her own scarelings had not been tended by Ras as they should have been, finding her anger growing moment by moment, aware that she was the one who had been at fault and yet by her very nature unable and unwilling to admit it.
"Speaking of, which of them was born first."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:12 pm
"I was told they weren't mine," Rasputher said, "and I left. But they were," he said, holding the tiny pair closer to him, "and these are also my descendants."
He knelt obligingly, allowing Gilda to put her feet on his shoulders.
Barth's discomfort increased.
"We'll um, we'll see it's sorted. The naming. Ah-" he looked at Zar for affirmation, "The err, avian one. I believe."
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2015 5:33 pm
Calder looked at Ras and then looked back at her, frowning deeply. "Standards? THIS..." He gestured to Ras being used as a footstool. "..is your idea of standards?"
He crossed his arms, feeling more and more agitated, tail flicking behind him. "And what does the order of their birth even matter? They're twins."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2015 4:02 pm
The tall pride demoness said nothing regarding Ras being told his children were not his own, aware that in her own throes of pride she had done it to him. There was an intense spike of neediness and sadness which only made it more fortunate she was otherwise engaged with her feet up or they might well have been treated to even more of a spectacle than simply that.
Gilda flicked her gaze to Ras idly. "Why yes I do consider this standards actually, I am not the only one who could raze this castle and its every inhabitant to the ground, he could just do it more permanently, if he wanted." she affectionately twisted up her feathered tail to stroke his shoulder. "But he is a big sweetie most of the time. He's my favourite. So yes, I have impeccable standards, as amusing as it is to have my tastes challenged by an equid."
"For your benefit I will explain the significance of their birth order. The first born is the heir. Should anything happen to myself and my son, or should we pass on the lineage, then the line should fall to Zar, should he also decline, it would fall to the first born child belonging to Zar. Therefore it would, if all is correct fall to the avian one." This, she at least seemed pleased about.
Zar the whole time had been staring at Ras and then looking to Barth and back again and seemed to be quietly delighted about the entire scene. He only snapped out of it when Barth addressed him. "Er. Yes, yes its the ..the unleggy one." He felt like it was his other scareling who had been the lucky one in the situation, only too aware how much hostility being in the direct line brought upon one's head.
He seemed to consider things a little before stating in a hopeful sort of way. "You know, I'd like to put my feet up too."
And then looking right at Barth and Calder.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 2:42 pm
Zar would find an ottoman had been discreetly moved by a thin tangle of thorns right next to his leg.
"We'd prefer if all razing took place ah, off. The property. If it wouldn't be too much trouble. We're not really the razing sort."
"We're only here to visit," Ras said gently, clucking to both scarelings. "Twins run in the family."
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2015 3:34 pm
Calder rolled his eyes at being addressed as equid all the time.
"So why can't they just split whatever it is you are bestowing upon them should the unfortunate and impossible happen that you all should perish?" Well, he couldn't deny that he was curious, and Gilda was still talking and answering his questions.
He looked to Zar. "I'd be crushed by the way." He told Zar at the idea of such a tragedy before he glanced at the ottoman that Barth was being so nice to give Zar. Oh, well that solved that then he supposed, before he moved over and slowly sat down with the rest of them.
"Do you want a pillow or anything, Mr. Ras?" Demons were still demons and the floor was often .....dusty. He felt bad he had to kneel there. Wouldn't he prefer a blanket of some sort?
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