Dalia Walker, Wanding Saint of New Star bursts into Gran’s after her evening smoke, a drum on her hips she’s keeping time to her song with and Krunch her loyal whisker coyote at her heels. “It ain’t no joke, I’d like to buy the world a toke and teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, and teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars. Hey! I know it’s just a song but it’s spice for the recipe.” The Fennod Preacher pauses and whirls “This is a love attack! I know it went out, but it’s back! It’s just like any fad it retracts before impact.” She twirls and dances and hums under her breath before coming to a close “And if you follow, there maybe a tomorrow, but if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin on the sun!” And she walk-dances backwards to her usual table where Krunch leaps into her lap and Dalia takes off her cowboy hat, respectfully nodding it and her head to the room before leaning back against the chair.
“How are you all this evening? She asks softly to any and everyone. This is her accustomed time and place in this inn to minister to, guide, simply chat with or help judge and or navigate the usual disputes people have when living in close quarters. The Fennod has begun to miss the open road but still get’s plenty of traveling on smaller scale done and it’s nice having a semi-regular flock to look after. She and Krunch have also met some wonderous new people of the likes she’d never have imagined
While various patrons either applaud or jeer at Dalia’s performance, one individual in Grans seems to not notice at all. Perched on one corner of a shelf set high on the wall of the establishment, Miss Frizz is concentrating on helping the waitstaff as it’s been a busy evening thus far. When a table is vacated, the plates, bowls, tankards, and utensils start to stack and pile in easy to carry configurations, seemingly by themselves.
Usually by this time of evening, she’s either tired enough to stop helping, or has been distracted by something else. Likely why she and Dalia have not met previously despite both frequenting Gran’s.
Dalia orders herself a salad and bread and a steak and oatmeal for Krunch as well as some weak wine for the both of them and continues studying the room. It seems tonight with be a quiet night and the preacher doesn’t mind those at all. As she waits for their food and amuses Krunch by making a puppet show with her hand a sock over the edge of the table, Dalia’s eyestalks turn and focus on the dishes tucking themselves into easily managed piles, seemingly of their own volition. “Hm. Interesting trick that.”
Dalia opens her mind a tad but rather than scan the room and attempt to find the one responsible, simply sends out a little, gentle broadcast ‘hello’ followed by a wave of reassurance, warmth and thanks for a job well done. Gran’s workers may or may not notice but Dalia certainly has.
Gran’s workers have certainly noticed, otherwise they’d not tolerate the openly visible presence of the mouse on the shelf. The gentle and friendly hello is promptly noticed and the mouse shifts from her spot to locate the source. Fascinating. <~ Hello, ~> she broadcasts back in the equivalent of speaking across a room. Not much subtlety there.
Dalia smiles as her eyes are finally drawn up towards the shelf. She’d been looking amongst the tables. ‘Well aren’t you a lovely lil thing?’ The Fennodi drawls softly in her mental voice. Krunch is a psychic version of a dog and has above average intelligence yes, but he’s not sentient on the level of this gorgeous creature. ‘I’m Dalia and my puppet watching companion here is Krunch. It’s a pleasure to meet you little Miss.’
So many new people, places and things have they seen since they begun their journey and many of them more terrible than not but it just makes her appreciate the wonders even more. Especially the little ones. It’s one of the things they or at least she, lives for. ‘Would you like to share our meal?’ Dalia asks.
‘I could use a meal,’ Suss replies. She moves closer to the edge of the shelf then looks down. For all of her telekinetic ability, she’s never tried using it on herself, and is now trying to figure out how to get down to the floor without falling and killing herself.
Dalia reaches her left arm out, palm extended for Suss, so she can easily get to their table. ‘I’m having bread and cheese with a mixed veggie and fruit salad and Krunch is having dino steak and oatmeal, is there something special you would like or will some of this do? I can pay, so no worries there.’ Dalia’s mental voice smiles. The Preacher would feel very very relaxed to any type of mental scan and also, happy. She’s met a wonderful new being, tonight is a good night.
Smoking always lifts her spirits so though. Her smoke of choice might differ slightly than the tabacco most of her race prefers but her love of the stuff and the act itself is not any less. Having a perpetually calm demeanor also helps out a lot in her line of work. ‘Do you stay here often, Little Miss?’ The Fennod asks
Miss Frizz accepts the hand down to the table and settles where she can see Dalia easily. ‘Thank you. Maybe a bit of fruit?’ It’s really mostly junk food to her, but it’s oh so tasty. And maybe she can get a few grains off of the bread to balance out her meal. ‘My name is Suss Frizz-Bee. And yes, I live here now.’ She doesn’t add that if she didn’t live here, she’d likely have been dead very shortly after arriving in this gigantic place.
‘It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Suss Frizz-Bee. Krunch and I don’t live here but usually stay one night a week. He likes to sleep indoors occasionally and I don’t mind. It also makes it easier for people to find us and that’s my job, helping people in need.’
When the food comes Dalia carefully cuts some tiny pieces from a strange yellow tropical fruit she doesn’t recognize as well as from some berries and oranges and then slices the top with the grains from her bread, adds a bit of cheese to the mix and sets it before Suss. After a moments thought, the Fennod fishes a thimble from a pocket on her leather vest and fills it with the weak wine for her.
Only then does she see to Krunch who has watched with wide eyes and face tentacles wagging eargerly but with patience and quiet a lot of more ordinary pets would be lacking. The little coyote seems very happy to have his meal at last. ‘We came from an area they call the New West. Far from here. Did you also travel far?’ Dalia asks as she looks to her salad.
Suss is almost awed by Dalia’s generosity in sharing her food AND drink (though she’s never tasted wine before), and then she waits for Krunch to be served as well before reaching for the cheese first. It’s something she’s only tasted once before, and it was heavenly. Another advantage of mind-speak, she can converse while eating.
‘That does sound far. I came from a place so far away that everything was normal size to me, not giant like it is now.’
Dalia’s eyestalks twitch and one turns down to eye Miss Suss. ‘Oh you poor dear. I can imagine how startling and terrible and dangerous this world must seem then. I’m glad you found safety here. My people, The Fennodi come from a different world. I’m not sure what it was like. I was found by a human family as a baby and they raised me.’
‘I met Krunch when I was older and we began traveling, helping others along the way. We’ve finally settled here, traveling between Vesper, Saren’s Rest and most of the smaller surrounding communities. We don’t head to Dogwood though. Not even my paitence makes it easy to deal with those poor angry souls.’ Krunch pauses in eating to make a rude sound at the mention of Dogwood and Dalia glances down. “None of that now.” The coyote meekly wags his tail.
‘Dogwood? I’ve heard the name, but I’ve never been there.’ If Suss were being fully honest, she’s not bee many places in Vesper either. She just… can’t travel that far on her own. ‘Are the people there really that angry?’ She finishes the bit of cheese and goes to take a sip from the thimble… WHOA. That is NOT water.
Dalia considers the question, leaning back a bit in her seat again. ‘They are most frightened and frightened people often focus on anger because it’s easier. All of the world had a hard time when the Rifts came and Magic returned and everything changed. Most places where people have survived, are places where the people embraced and accepted these changes. Dogwood and another place back West are two that rejected them. The Coalition States consider it a crime against their very humanity to be born other than them, or with magic or psychic powers and slaughter those who are different or other. Dogwood is not yet so bad as those but I fear some day, left unchecked, they will be so.’
The Fennod sighs softly. ‘It is not within my abilities to change their minds, not without using my power and that would make them hate all the more and prove to themselves that they are right and of all that is different Dogwood dislikes psychics most of all. Fennodi aren’t as well known out here but still some would see me and understand what I am and can do, so it is too dangerous for Krunch and I.”
Suss ahs and nods her understanding. ‘I’m guessing they would not take to kindly to me either, then.’ She starts in on a piece of grain, turning it over in her hands as she nibbles. ‘I do hope they learn to stop being afraid soon.’
She can’t help her curiosity. With the piece of grain finished, she slinks over toward the edge of the table to look at Krunch.
Krunch as finished his food, he’s a fast eater and is looking up at the table with a hopeful expression (there might be crumbs!) that quickly fades when he spots Suss as he doesn’t want to scare her. The little doglike creature wags his tail and the little tendrils around his face up at her and whines with excitement. He’s broadcasting sleepyfullness and happiness to meet her (and be inside) both.
Watching, Dalia chuckles softly. “I do too, though I do understand them, it isn’t the best way to live and making it harder for yourself to survive in our new world just won’t work long term I think…but those I believe are thoughts for another time. Krunch is quite happy to meet you and you needn’t worry about him mistaking you for food. He knows the difference.”
Suss reaches one little front hand down to Krunch, as she can’t just hop off the table to greet him (and then get back on), and she can tell his happyexcited. ‘Hello, Krunch.’ She even offers a small squeak hello. ‘He seems very cheerful.’
Krunch carefully reaches his tiniest facial tendril up to meet Suss’s hand and mimics her sqeak of hello. He wants to shake all over with happiness but has enough self control to wait until later so he doesn’t startle or accidently pull the mouse from the table. Dalia grins. “He’s naturally happy and friendly towards just about anyone so long as they aren’t trying to harm or eat one of us. They make good companions but tend to prefer Fennodi like myself.”
She has lost track of the amount of times she’s said thanks or been grateful for the little guy in their travels together. “We are partners, Krunch and I. He thinks he got the better end o fthe deal there..” The coyote yips softly in aggreement. “I’m not so sure but grateful for him all the same.”
Miss Frizz moves back from the edge of the table after greeting Krunch, and turns back to her meal, this time eating a bit of fruit. ‘It’s good that you had him to travel with you.’ She’s starting to miss her family. It coudl be the wine getting to her. She’s the ultimate lightweight, after all.
Dalia notices the subtle change of emotion and gently settles a finger next to Miss Frizz. “One of the very best things about traveling we’ve found is that you make new friends and even family in the places you go. They can’t replace the ones who came before of course but that does not make them any less for being so. You need never be alone Suss, so long as you keep that in mind.”
It’s a bit long for Krunch to follow entirely but he yips softly again to add his opinion and then worms his way into Dalia’s lap so he can study the other people in the Inn. Sometimes there are children and where there are children, there are crumbs!
‘Thank you, Miss Dalia.’ Suss finishes the piece of fruit and drinks some more of the wine and… whoa. She isn’t interested in eating anymore, so she sprawls on the table and is asleep in a moment.
Dalia’s eyestalks twitch a bit and she looks up on the shelf and find the little box the Mouse had been near. The Fennod carefully tucks Miss Frizz into the box and sets it safely back on the shelf before collecting Krunch from the group of simvian kids he found and heading up to their room. Yes, it was a good evening. A good evening indeed!