Crackplot!

[ebonyjaenelle72]

It's not entirely obvious what Jaenelle was trying to do, but it seems to have leaked out of the room she is working in and spread out into the mansion in a sort of lavender, sweet smelling mist. It's relaxing, warm, and very pleasant. One drawback, though - if one breathes in even a little of it, they may become some sort of animal - probably one

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[eyrienprince]

We are sorry, Lucivar. Well, not really.

However, there is now a very angry looking golden eagle perched on the back of a formerly Eyrien occupied chair, claws digging into the wood and Ebon-Gray jewel sparking rather alarmingly.

[vkandispwnsme]

Altra is a very large cat, though he can hide that when he wants. He's not as big as most wildcats, but he doesn't look like easy prey.

He's most curious about the sudden appearance of animals in the house, and stalks up to the eagle. His way of speaking mind to mind is different, but he hopes it is sufficient. What happened to you?

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar opens and closes his wings in a very annoyed manner. He can understand the cat, even if it is a little fuzzy, and adjusts his own mind voice according to send his reply back on the same thread. Someone thought this would be amusing, no doubt.

[vkandispwnsme]

The eagle is smart. Altra had thought so. He prowls around the base of the chair. People don't always think about the result of pranks. Are you well enough that way?

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar makes an unhappy screech. Well enough, I suppose.

[vkandispwnsme]

The firecat sits and licks it paws. I can't fix it.

[eyrienprince]

He ruffles his wings. I didn't think so. Jaenelle could, but Jaenelle's not in any condition to do anything about it right now.

[vkandispwnsme]

Altra's tail swishes and fluffs out. Hmmm.... It stares up at Lucvar. That could be a problem.

[eyrienprince]

It is, Lucivar mutters. Very much so.

[vkandispwnsme]

He springs up into the seat of the chair and stretches up almost to Lucivar's claws. Do you know any gods?

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar blinks once and tilts his head, his claws flexing into the chair. Gods? I didn't even know of any such thing until I came here.

[vkandispwnsme]

Altra digs his claws into the chair back. Then I don't know. The Sunlord isn't here.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar ruffles his wings again and hops in a rather agitated manner. The who?

[vkandispwnsme]

The firecat drops back to all fours and lifts his chin. I belong to Vkandis Sunlord. He's a god. Then he wrinkles his snout a little. But He's not here. The gods here are... barbaric and less than dignified.

[eyrienprince]

I see. He looks a little skeptical, but for the moment he just accepts it. I can't say I've met any.

[vkandispwnsme]

The cat sneezes at the same time it sends a mental Pthff!

Altra jumps back down and prowls around the base of the chair again, gravely examining Lucivar's tailfeathers. You have no gods where you're from?