Winter RP: The Citadel

[shadowsong26]

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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[rootsofthestories]

She's giggling again, this time at the word 'nom', she doesn't hear it often and it amuses her every time she does. Don't ask her why, it's just a thing.

"Well, sure you sitting up had nothing to do with it. It was all the plant's fault. They're tricky things, you know."

She makes a small nose and her wings flutter as she nods. "It is! It's rather exciting, actually. I don't do much traveling anymore and it's so nice to end up somewhere that seems pleasant. "


((You're good, no worries!))

[shipwreck_light]

"Oh hey, congrats then," Zephyr says. And he means it. Sure, the "hallway thing" is pretty inconvenient, but he'd be lying if he said he got no joy from it. And this woman with her wings, she really does seem to be enjoying it.

Just like he's enjoying her- all the little ways her feathers take after her gestures. It's honestly kind of making his fingers ache for a touch, though he doesn't dare just *do* that. Especially not to somebody genuinely friendly.

He does hold out his hand. Slow-like, so she can refuse if it's now what people do where she's from. "So hey. 'm the first person you met here, mebbe? I go by Zephyr. Zeph's fine too."

(OOC: [Again, sorry] Feel free to stipulate if Zephyr's othersense/nerve enhancements + angel = badness given that Molly accepts the shake. Which she's under zero pressure to do.)

[rootsofthestories]

"Thank you!" She nods her head, looking so very pleased. "It's quite nice here really."

Taking his hand, shes aware of what she's gotten herself into as soon as she touches him. She feels uncertain about bringing it up though and instead, pretend snot to notice, though her winds probably gave her away as they arched up and out in surprise.

"Zephyr, okay. I can remember that. I'm called Molly."

[shipwreck_light]

Molly's mind flows along his own, liquid, bright and unavoidable. Most people, when he first tries them, he catches scents and senses of thoughts before anything slips into making sense. Molly, she's /there/. She could be reading herself to him.

And she knows and..

"Molly! I can remember that too."

He says. And he takes his hand right back after, knowing she knows.

Adding a bit sheepishly after: "I dun bite, I promise."

Meanwhile and yes- the wings /are/ real.

[rootsofthestories]

She smiles, a reassuring expression because she can feel the uncertainty in the air. "Oh, I don't mind if you bite, it's just a matter of when you do it."

Laughing a little, she shoves her hands into the pockets of her trouser. "Besides, I find that some of the best sorts of people have a bite or two in them."

Her wings move again, this time moving to curl curl around her and, in turn, him. It's a silent offer, a welcoming for him to touch them if he so chose.

[shipwreck_light]

Zephyr can refuse. He's done it. But, it's seldom he's been proud of himself over it. And right then? He's got no reason.

He reaches- not out, since she's so close. He traces his fingers over the place at the edge where the flight feathers first come in; where they're small and they should pick, but Molly's don't. They hold the lines they should to make her fly if she's a bird, but they're impossibly silky. And they leave a sense like sunshine somewhere underneath his skin.

"I ah. Didn't mean to bullshit you about this," he says, wiggling his thumb so the silver on his skin winks out.

Of course, in the same instant, he nips Molly's wing. She even tastes like sunshine, he thinks.

[rootsofthestories]

She smiles at his touch, her eyes closing for a moment before she opens them again, clearly pleased with having him accept the offer of touch.

"It's all right," she assures. "Don't worry about it. It's a bit of an awkward conversation to have no mater what your situation is."

She moves her wings again, this time poking him in the forehead with the end of one. "You're welcome to know though, I don't mind."

[shipwreck_light]

"So, no awkward. I'm so into that." He's had enough of awkward conversation lately. Doing without sounds like a little slice of paradise. And there's a little more in Molly's closeness, all her feather magic on his senses and her, just there, just smiling. She flexes as he pets her- somewhat they way he would a cat as different as the angles come out. And there's one more poke besides. "You feel amazing. Doubt 'm the first human ever said that to you, but's 's true."

[rootsofthestories]

She giggles, bouncing once on the balls of her feet. "I don't care for awkward. It's boring and not fun in the least."

Her eyes shut for a moment and she hums, a soft noise of appreciation. "No, but you're not in a group of many either. WhenI find most people they uhm...ahve other thing son their mind."

[shipwreck_light]

The way she says that, it's terrible amusing to Zephyr. He laughs gently on the edge of her feathers. "Woul, yeah, you're cute and I so would hook up with you if it was cool. But, touch like this... I was raised that otherworld people got their own business and I'm just happy you let me in at all. Thanks."

[rootsofthestories]

She considers for a moment, wings curling around them again. "Well, I don't see why we couldn't, if you were interested. I happen to believe in going after things that might bring you joy and if you have the chance, go for it."

She closes the distance between them, kissing him on the cheek. "Besides, you're rather sweet."