Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"How did that even happen?" Dreas mumbles as Cameron works on un-blinding him. "I just saw something moving towards the paint can and then..."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, we have a pixie infestation," Cameron says nonchalantly. "We can't afford a proper exterminator, so we have been leaving little offerings to pacify them, but apparently they're objecting to the mural. Can't imagine why, but we might want to change things up. Maybe use less red," they admit, seeing that the paint spilled is the bright red color. 

[Andreas Amell]

"A... pixie infestation?" the merikos catfolk repeats with surprise. "That's rather unusual. Have you tried negotiating yet?" I certainly can't support exterminating them. Oh. It's probably just a side job for exterminators, they don't actually kill them.

[GamesMaster]

"Sure. We feed them every morning and they stay in the garden, out of the house proper."

[Andreas Amell]

Dreas mutely gestures at his face.

[GamesMaster]

"We're outdoors," Cameron points out. "So... I suppose they are still in the back garden. Perhaps we need a new arrangement..."

[Andreas Amell]

Still, that's a bit-- oh. Oh of course. "After a fashion," Dreas says with a soft groan. "I've been over too often; I've crossed from guest to... visiting friend, I suppose, but I'm not a resident, which means I lack the protection of guest right and your treaty." Clearing his throat, he calls out in a resonant, carrying voice, "a heartfelt hello, oh guardians of this glorious garden, this modest mortal doth declare his wish for a welcome!"

Though Cameron might not understand that last, given that it's delivered in nigh impeccable sylvan. 

[GamesMaster]

There's giggles in the air, but nothing visible changes. 

[Andreas Amell]

Giving his best show of a flourishing bow despite still not being able to see all that well and being in the word sort of clothes for true courtly manners, Dreas clears his throat before continuing. "This friendly fellow flourishes before you all to ask if it is acceptable to assemble an accord between us."

[GamesMaster]

A tug on the end of his hair, as he quickly realizes someone is braiding it. 

[Andreas Amell]

"So forwardly feisty a fellow you must be, to braid a boy's hair without even a by-your-leave," Andreas says, trying very hard not to grit his teeth. Or growl.

[GamesMaster]

They leave his hair alone, but a chestnut falls from the tree above. Cameron catches it before it can hit Dreas in the head. 

"Leave him alone," he warns in Common. "He's one of us now. I'll have him put out some cheese for you later if that means he's part of the family."

All at once, they leave off his hair and the tree branch above. 

[NPCs]

One of us now. The words hit Dreas in the gut with more impact than the paint had. Swallowing, he throws himself back into things, pushing aside the emotional turmoil and burying it deep like any good Tethras does. "Well willing am I to deliver a delight or delectable as gesture of gratitude for you gracious garden guardians."

[GamesMaster]

When there's no further assault, Cameron chuckles. "They like the fresh goat cheese I get," they admit. "It's a huge hit. I didn't know you spoke Sylvan, I could have asked you sooner to talk with them."

[Andreas Amell]

"Huh? Oh, ah, yeah. My, uh, my grandparents are really big into languages," he explains awkwardly. "We're all trilingual at least. My cousins and such, I mean."