The Florist, The Fox, and The Hunt

Today had been a good day so far! Aiyana had managed to score a good deal on some drugs that she was eating. The pills were meant to calm down hyperactive children, but when she took them they gave her a crazy state of hyper focus and energy at the same time. It was controllable, but it made everything seem like it was fine even if it wasn't, which was the case with her entire life right now. The young woman was currently in her standard clothing, and in her basic form as the celestial spirit nine-tailed fox, as she wandered through her home in Hargeon Town. "Clothes illusion, check. Khopesh, check. Armor, check. Memory, check." The checklist she was doing was in preparation for a more simple job she had agreed to take upon herself due to the energy she was trying to use to its full extent. While most would laugh at the last part of the list, though it did not mean what most people were thinking it meant. Memory was Aiyana Shuer's pet, a shadow faerie that had watched over her since she was a small child. The female creature was really quiet, sometimes so quiet that even the owner of said pet would forget about her being in her own shadow. With how old she was it was probably a good idea to release her so she could go back home, given she did have a family and such that she could go back to. That was easier said than done, however, as the monster seemed to have a pact with Aiyana's original family to keep her safe. The woman would keep trying until she agreed but then would have to find a new pet afterward, and finding a new pet would be hard for the woman to do with how picky she could be with her choices on things.

Once she was sure she had everything for the job she was about to go on, the vixen would brush her hair and tails until she was satisfied with how they looked and felt. With that done she was completely ready to leave the house and would exit the building to make the trek to the Pheonix Mountains. The place held memories, most of them fond, as it had originally held many of her good friends when a guild had resided up in them. With that place gone it was just another mountain range for her to visit once in a while, or do jobs in like she was doing today. A sickly man was in need of a rare creature's healing abilities and was paying decently well for anyone that managed to get said creature to them alive. It was a fickle being, dying quite easily if mistakes were made, but Aiyana knew that she and anyone else that decided to come along could figure out without issue. It just needed a forest to reside in, maybe they could just bring the forest with it. The horse that sounded like someone saying 'homonym' wrong was hopefully not going to be too difficult to get ahold of, at least she wished for it to be so. After arriving at the location it was said to be hiding within the woman would wait, bending over to look at tracks and the like even as her many tails lifted her clothing up to reveal a bit more than was necessary. She was currently alone, so why did it matter?

Phoenix mountains, well it was a range of snow slathered rocks which stabbed into the sky, the last time he had come here with the squad it had ended a little sadly. After an avalanche once again they had been unable to find the plant, it was one that he greatly needed for his work yet there was no other place that he knew it grew. Hood pushed back down to clear his line of sight the male bit his lip a little. He had returned yo the mountains, not quite the same area as before yet it would hopefully prove to be a little more successful in producing something worth taking home. Eyes a little heavy he took a smooth ribbon from his belt and within a few swift movements the mass of hair which normally roared down his back had been tied back into a dishevelled ponytail. He felt a little more energetic hair out of his face a dance set into his step, according to pen of the papers he had read amongst the many many plants which littered the crevices and earthy areas of the mountainside there were a few odd animals. One being a rare equine creature which apparently had some rather odd healing properties. With val safely secured to his hip the sloth creature mumbled slightly before falling into a soft slumber whilst her owner decided that instead of searching for some floral delight he should scramble onto a couple of moss colored boulders and stretch his arms into the warming suns rays.

Standing on boulders bathing in the sunlight only did so much, sandals making very little sound a lollipop was popped into his mouth, cherry. It was a nice flavour, although the red colouring from it tended to leech and bleach his lips. well no matter, having the plush lips of a virgin lady wouldn't change anything out in the wilderness. Thinking about it was that rare creature eating some rare plants? If so then the animal would be easier to track and follow than the plants. The smile spread with his dancing feet that took him along the winding trail of hoof prints. As val let out a small squeak, a paw waving to the next trail of prints which snaked on between the trunks of some rather beautiful tree specimen the pet managed to cling to his torso and slowly climb up. Only settling around his shoulders once she had latched on. Indeed, the florist and his navigator! adventuring through the desolated forests of Phoenix Mountains in hopes of a rare horse which would lead him to a rare plant which hopefully would help Theo be a little less demonic.

With the dense woodland it had gotten a little hard to sense every being which was in his area, yet even so it was odd for him to miss an entire person. Blossoming across his face a soft rose blush set in. Slight movement of the tight black suit he wore was an indication of his unpredictable magic use only moments before he moved a couple of meters close to the fluffy plush tailed being.
"Miss! really now it would be better if you, well you see if you bend down so far there is a few things which are revealed."
He had spoken out of embarrassment yet once his white cloak had settled around him once more Lester felt a bulb of regret take root in his throat. From her perspective he could have been following her in the forest or something, the likely hood of casually meeting someone in the depths of this wonderful place was minimal,
"I'm rather sorry about that I was a little surprised, it was still rude of me however. Would you like a sweet Miss? I'm Lester Drynedi."
The least he could do was offer his name and craft, an small pouch on his belt was opened then offered forth to the striking beauty, allowing her choice from a range of delightful treats, some of them in odd shapes.

The tracks she was following seemed to be Equine, though at one point they simply disappeared among the foliage. Had the creature simply flown away somehow? Or maybe it could teleport! Man, that would be an interesting thing to have as a pet, a teleporting plant horse!The woman would try to find tracks, bent over and continuing to be revealing without thinking about it until she heard the voice of another yell out about her currently revealing situation. He had most definitely seen the goods, though he would not be the first nor last to see them, and even as she turned with her standard smile plastered on her face he would begin back-peddling as he thought he had done something that would be offensive to her. "Oh, don't worry about it! I hope you enjoyed what you saw, at least! It's nice to meet you Lester, you can call me Aiyana Shuer!" The man that stood before her wore a black suit and white cloak that went well with his tied up white hair as well as his eyes that seemed like watermelons with their coloration.

Not only would this man embarrass himself over her private parts being exposed, he would then in his current state ask a question that the female would take in a way he was surely not expecting. "My my, don't we move quickly! Well, if the sweet is big and juicy I surely won't mind." The flirtatious was that she said the phrase would make it quite obvious as to what she had thought Lester Drynedi was meaning with that he had just said. Aiyana would not think of it in any other way at current, the vixen's nature and common habits working against both of them right now. Maybe she would get to have a little fun before she got down to the think of things. "Don't worry, I don't bite too hard." The grin she gave would show the couple of sharp canines she had, a playful gesture from her. How he took it was beyond her control, and given he was probably not meaning what the wizard saint of pleasure thought he had meant would take this from a terrible porn plot and turn it into a semi-awkward moment that she would likely have to brush off and imagine at a later date. Maybe he was here for the same reason she was. That would make the search a lot easier once they were done with what was currently going on, and after they had finished getting to know each other a little bit as well.

She was an odd one for sure, seemingly comfortable with what had happened and showing no qualms at a random young male seeing the flowers which were nestled in between her legs, and to hope that he enjoyed what he saw. She was rather relaxed about it all this Aiyana Shuer, that name seemed familiar, the saint of boobs wasn't it? Not an uncommon figure to see posters if plastering the bedroom walls of more immature males. With a couple of breaths he managed to clear him mind of the wonderful artistic sight he had just been blessed with. That one was going in memory storage for sure, yet now was not the time. Didn't he move quickly? Well, he had teleported earlier, yet from the words that followed he doubted that they were both on the same page. A big, sweet and juicy treat. Had it been said by a child the mage would have thought nothing of the statement. Yet with every word she seemed to exude the feeling of something more. She didn't bite too
-never mind.

That blush which he had been working so hard on to control was racing across the bridge of his nose with a relentless red hue. He knew exactly what she meant, there was no way that anyone except an oblivious read head would be able to let that one go over their head. Such was life with sexual jokes and innuendos. He always ended in getting stuck too deep.
"I really did not mean it like that Ms. Shuer, You see I'm a sugar based mage, and part of my magic and craft is making sweets. So I was simply wondering if you wanted to have a boiled sweet as compensation for me enjoying the view."
Well he had enjoyed it, was there anything that wrong with enjoying it? She seemed to like offering up her wares. Not only relaxed but her lips were drawn back into a casual smile, stance normal and her actions smooth there appeared to be no signs of negative thoughts or dislikes.
"Anyway! Im out here to find some animal which eats a rare plant that I want. So, have you seen some sort of fancy four legged thing out here recently?"
Whilst he knew what a horse was from his childhood on the far the male was a mage and a florist, not some sort of animal lover who cared for eight cats, eleven dogs, lizards spiders and rabbits. Plants were much better, with his few statements spoken the cherry lollipop which had been held casually in his hand was popped back in.

After a few minutes, it would become clear to Aiyana that this man was not on the same subject as him. The blush that flashed across his face like a sunburn while on the star that lit up their current planet of residence definitely gave that away to her. Alongside the blush was Lester letting her know that that was not exactly what he had meant when he had offered her a treat. So he was a sugar-based mage. The lewd thoughts to that remained, making it sound like he was the sweet thing in this rather than his magic, even though she now knew he was not here for anything like that. So much for the bad porn plot, right? "Well, I guess I can take the second best, right? Glad we could clear that up, got anything in avocado flavor?" The woman would swap from bad porn plot and right into the candy mode. It was a stranger offering free candy, which generally would set off alarms in anyone within a five-mile radius, but given there was no white paneled van she felt that this was a perfect time to get a piece of candy for free.

After that, the man would ask her about an animal that eats a rare plant that he wanted. The nine-tailed fox had no clue what exactly he was really looking for, but she was looking so something with four legs as well. Coincidence? She thought not! "Well! I am looking for a special horse, but not for the reason you might think of because of our introduction. I took a job for a sick dude that needs the special healing properties of the thing to help him get better. Something about the pollen it releases from its body and stuff! Maybe its the thing that eats the plant you want, at least it would make sense if you ask me." The woman's brain was going a mile a minute, probably the drugs that were still in her system, but that was not going to stop her from trying to be her normal self with this man. "Maybe we could treat this like a little date to get to know each other, huh?" There it was, the fabled date invitation that Aiyana almost always gave to anyone she met along the way. She was a hoe, but she was good at it. The titles she won were worn with pride, and she was quite happy with keeping them right now.

She could settle for second best well that was a nice thought, a slight chuckle escaped him as she mentioned being glad that the miscommunication had been straightened out. Avocado flavour, well it was an odd one for sure, but he probably had it somewhere. It was surprising the range of flavours that people asked for, there was that time some child had asked for a sweet that tasted like the moon. Well he had just made a sweet with lots of grit and dust, after all the moon was probably disgusting. Concentration set into his face as he gazed at the palm of his hand whilst a swirling tiny tornado of green formed. It had created a small boiled sweet, all wrapped up nicely the flavour would be simply avocado, middle class middle aged white woman. Perfect. Tossing the finished sweet over he tilted his head as Aiyana explained her situation. Some type of special horse, but only because she had needed it for an old sick man. Well it was a sweet story, it had amazing healing properties because of pollen it released. He had only been told that it was a rare for legged creature, and since coming across the hoof prints earlier it did seem that there were horses so, yea, horses were herbivores too. Even if this horse wasn't the one then he would have managed to explore the forest more and rule out a possibility.

Treat it like a date and get to know each other? The wording on that was impressive, she seemed to link into every sentence her desires. Had it been any other person he would have offered her a certificate for hard work. It would probably be taken the wrong way with her. He wouldn't mind getting to know her a little more, after all she did have some rather interesting fluffy appendages sticking out from under her skirt. They were tails, and she had ears, so indeed she was a fox. A fox. With boobs and tight fitting clothing it was just a little too perfect.
"I would like to get to know you a little better, although it would be best not to think of it as a date."
He didn't want rumours going around that he had been seen in the depths of a forest with a sexual fox lady. Back to the tracks though, it would do no good to stand around for too long. Motioning to the direction that the tracks disappeared into glanced back at the other. They could talk more on their journey, yet getting to know each other on a date. Had he even had a proper date yet?
"Aiyana, is it alright if I call you that then? Or do you prefer Ms. Shuer. Apart from saving dying grandfathers and modelling your wares to the world do you have any hobbies or interests?"
It was awkward, he knew it too, yet it could hardly be helped as the male had not come across someone so open about their raw desires before.

It would not take long for her to find that the candy man could the odd flavor request she was asking for. The sweet would be tossed to her, which would be caught quite easily, and the vixen would unwrap the candy that was the avocado green color before tossing it into her mouth and beginning to play with it with her tongue for a moment while her mouth was closed. She had the look of a food critic on display for a moment as she tested the flavor. It was avocado all right, and it was like a perfectly ripe one. It would suffice, for now, and would soothe the savage beast for a minute or two as Lester began asking about other things and such.

It was a shame that he did not want to consider it a date, a date could always lead to something well if the two of them got along well while they were together. With it being just getting to know each other it was more of a gamble, but she had no issue with gambling to try and have a chance at him! At least he did say he wanted to get to know her a little better, right? He would proceed to ask her what she preferred to be called and then would also ask about any hobbies or interests she had. Normally that type of question would be quite awkward to throw at someone right after meeting someone, though Aiyana was not normal in any way! "Well, you can just call me Aiya or Aiyana if you want! No need for any kind of titles or special words to be added anywhere if you don't want to. I do enjoy quite a few things and have quite a few hobbies. I do enjoy reading when I'm alone and it's quiet outside, or when there's nothing else to do. Then there's also the sex, drugs, and rock and roll. How about you? What are your hobbies and interests?" The woman would not yet talk about guilds or positions in society. The celestial spirit doubted this man would actually believe she was an ace of Lamia Scale or a Wizard Saint of any kind. At best he probably thought she was some kind of beast girl in heat, though that lead to another bad porn plot.

She seemed to happily accept the treat and with a smooth motion had consumed it,  there was no immediate display of distaste or negativity, which he took as a good sign. It was quite nice how she also seemed to be quite casual around him, offering a nickname of sorts, nothing fancy at all, just Aiyana. It was a pleasant name for sure, rolled nicely off the tongue. In her time alone she liked to read, silence and a nice sun patterning through the leaves. He could hardly blame her, the actions of relaxing in such a way was calming to the  soul. After such a formal and generally accepted hobby the mention of viciously bashing bodies together in a proclamation of love and adoration was a rather odd hobby. Music was acceptable. Majority of people regarded as enjoying music to be a normal  hobby, settling into a chair and wallowing in the sounds of instruments and voices. Drugs. Well she had seemed to be rather relaxed, perhaps a little too chill with the world around her. With a slight chuckle he tucked a few loose strands of hair behind his ear to hide the discomfort. If he were some sort of bird his feathers would have fluffed up.  

"Sex and drugs, rock and roll with reading. Thats quite the array of hobbies you have there." Perhaps he had gotten the idea of who she was wrong in her head, of course like every wizard saint he had read her name and seen her images in magazines and pasted across posters. Appearance wise she was the same, of course it was reasonably well known by mages that she was not the most conservative type yet this was something he was unfamiliar with. "Myself? Well, by trade Im a florist. I was trained in Floristry by my Grandmother, so I really like flowers. My magic is part flower based too, the other part is sugar magic so I really like making sweets in my spare time. Hobby wise thats most of my life." Well he could hardly tell her everything he liked, as voluptuous as she was the saint was still a stranger.  

Skipping over to a few tree roots he plucked up a small forget me not, holding it up to the light he urged the tiny bloom to grow longer, forming a chain and swirling around his arm. Forget me nots were a personal favourite of his. With a glance up to the whore at his side Lester motioned to the floral decorations he wore. "Would you like something? I can grow something for you if you want, and it wont die if you don't wish it to" In his experience the flowers he worse always seemed to stay alive with the exception of anti-magic zones.

So it seemed that this Lester guy really did not have the same interests as Aiyana did, at least none that he would admit to. All he would say was that it was 'quite the array' of hobbies for her to have before he would go on to tell her what his hobbies included. It seemed a lot of the hobbies were something a woman would do most of the time, gardening and stuff involving sugar, but they were also the types of magic he used as well! How very interesting! What all could he do with those magics and hobbies? It was kind of obvious what Aiyana was able to do with the hobbies she was used to doing. This man could make flowers, candy, and maybe even mixes of the two to make some really pretty decorated sweets! Or maybe even edible flowers with candy on them! The ideas were endless, so much so that the two likely could make a sweet shop that was also a drug den if the two of them really wanted to be partners in the running of a company. An idea for later, maybe, as for now there were other things to ask the well-dressed man!

"I would love a flower! Or even a crown of really pretty ones! A permanent flower crown would be so nice to wear to some events and concerts! Also, are there any limits to the types of flowers and sweets that you can make? What are your favorite flowers and sweets?" Question after question would come after she would get excited about the creation of flowers for her. It was like being given flowers and candy on Valentine's Day without her having to have sex immediately after it! Maybe she should return the favor, though he did not seem too content with doing any lewd activities with the woman so she would figure out something else to do for him later on. The woman would semi-jump in happiness, the tails swirling around the area behind her in a mass of what seemed like sentient beings as they moved around and over each other with a natural ease that required no thought. Between the drugs, the love of flowers, and a cute boy, the woman was a happy mess that was almost too impatient to receive what she was waiting for. Eventually, she would remember that they had to do if the old sickly man did not die first. That would be awkward, showing up with the healing plant horse only to find out she was too late. Those thoughts would never cross her mind for now, and probably would not if they managed to do this job on time.

The woman appeared to like flowers, he hadn't expected the simple offer to spout such a chain of questions flowing towards him. A slight chuckle and he stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants. So she would love a flower crown, one that would last for aeons, which she could wear to events and concerts. She had rather nice hair, a shade of purple that could go with a great many things, yet of course it would still be hard to color match something perfect. It was more stressful than most people thought it would be, floristry that was. The art of placing flowers in perfect ways that they would capture the amazement and pure energies within a person. Yet the barrage of questions still had not halted, it was nice that she had started talking a little more. "Whoa please, one question at a time." She wanted a flower crown, yet the best time to craft someone a floral accessories was when you knew the most about them. "I can make any type of plant, however Im best at flowers and ferns. Its quite nice when putting together a presentation to use non floral plant material, ferns and similar leafy plants often create a really nick backdrop if you use small and detailed blooms." He was getting a little in to it again, with a casual grin across his face the youth had happily spoken of the wonders of the floral world. "Its the same with sweets, as long as I have tasted a similar flavor to it then I can make a swet of any flavor, shape, color. Of course they don't always end up nice, once I tried to make a boiled sweet that tasted like curry and it was simply horrid! But i often get requests to craft sugar sculptures or decorations for weddings and similar important occasions." The curry sweet had been a bit of a mistake, but like how he had made an avocado one just earlier for her if he had tasted it then Lester had the ability to place that flavour in a sweet of any kind, chocolate was a bit harder to do, he preferred to work with sugar itself and stay away from the more cream based treats.

"My favourite however, well you should tell me yours too but I really like Forget me not flowers, they're really pretty and small, very fragile with beautiful shades of blues and purples. Friendship bracelets and similar promise items are often made from them! As the name suggests they tend to have strong significance. But with sweets I really like boiled sweets, with more bitter or sour flavours, or at least a good balance between sweet and sour."
Oh, she had wanted a flower crown though, a thoughtful look was cast her way before he offered her his hand, they didn't really have the time to get to know each other at the intimate level that he would have preferred, sitting down for a long chat over coffee was not exactly an option out here. "think, or tell me what sort of flower crown you want, Lime or mint greens would go well, perhaps consider cream shades or something more neutral." Purple hair, it was odd, not hard to work with just odd. Yet the duo would find that as soon as the tailed woman started to think or speak of a floral head dress it would start to grow from lesters other hand.

So it seemed the deluge of questions and other things that Aiyana had thrown out had been a bit too much at once for Lester, though it was the fault of the drugs that made her hyper yet focused on stuff that was making her be like this in the first place, as he asked for her to do one question at a time. If the nine tailed fox remembered to do it that way from here on out she would, though she would not make any verbal guarantee for it or anything. The man would answer the questions as Aiyana seemed to impatiently wait as tails moved about with quick, erratic, movements as she listened to him with a scrutiny that would suggest what drugs she was on if someone was heavily knowledgeable in such things. To those that were unsure, she just seemed astutely excited and ready to chat non-stop. It seemed the man was able to make any plant and candy though, of course, he would have his own preferences. It was the same for her after all. The celestial spirit had preferences with the stuff she had mentioned as her hobbies after all, and it would be wrong to think that someone else was any different in that regards to theirs.

After that, he would mention his favorite flower though he would also tell Aiyana that she should share the favorite flower of her choice as well before explaining what he liked to create as well as making suggestions for the flower crown she had mentioned wanting. "Well, my favorites for flowers has to be both purple and blue orchids." The woman would tell Lester in the easiest way possible, as he likely did not want to hear the rant that had gone off in her head that was a full explanation as to why. Why did she like those specific color and flower combinations? Well, orchids in many areas of the world were seen as an image of luxury, beauty, and strength. They could also be a symbol of beauty and femininity. On top of that, the colors she was using were both similar in that aspect. Blue was seen as a color that represented loyalty, strength, wisdom, and trust. It was also considered a calming color that represented the sky and the sea. Purple was one of royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. On top of that, it also was a color that denoted wealth, extravagance, creativity, grandeur, devotion, peace, independence, and magic. The colors and flowers combined painted a near picture perfect image of the shape-shifting fox celestial spirit that would make it even more obvious when she wore a flower crown that had those upon her head. Sure that Lester would not to hear that rant, the girl would happily keep the unsaid words inside her own mind as she moved on with the conversation.

"I guess I should let the flower guy do his best work, right? Other than the colors and flowers I like, can you surprise me? Do what you think would look pretty on me, huh?" The woman would flirtily say it, even though it was clear nothing would come of it, as she leaned forward and bent down to pick up a piece of something green that did not quite fit in with the plants around them. It was sort of like a mix of fur and some type of fern with how it felt, how interesting. Maybe it was from the creature they were looking for.

Purple and blue orchids, well it was interesting choice for sure, beautiful and wonderfully diverse in appearance they were often seen in the houses of the upper class. Just like those who loved them the plant was deceptive, charming in their own kind of way alluring masters of sensitive nature, capturing the hearts of pollinators in the area. It was simply their way of life, patterns across their petals imitating other plants in the area. Yet for a flower crown, well orchids weren't exactly the best flower used for a flower crown due to their size and structure. With a slight movement his knuckles cracked. "Well, you know vanilla, the stick that is turned into really nice ice cream? Vanilla is actually a type of orchid." Fact of the day, it was a good one to regurgitate to please idle flower admirers. Along with their incredible lifespan the twenty five thousand plus members of the orchid species were quite the seducers. At the mention of him being a flower guy the male chuckled. Florist, the word was florist.

What would look pretty on her, really now she was quite the woman, not only dropping hint after hint just the physical appearance was indeed tantalising. No doubt she knew how to work her breasts. Although it didn't appear forced, he noticed no agitation or worry. It was rather odd to find someone who was not oblivious but still comfortable interacting in such ways.  "But if you like purple and blue I can do that, there are quite a few orchid species and a few of them are small enough to be used in flower crowns."

His hand cupped slightly, as if holding water yet all that appeared was a slight misting, pollen from the air had gathered, "Did you know that pollen is basically just flower sperm?" Settling across the bridge of his nose the blush grew, "Sorry, anyway, here you go." Within moments the pollen had gathered into a small orb of blue and purple, growing and flexing into a flower crown flowers burst from it forming a circlet which was placed neatly on her head, abit awkwardly around the ears. A strong scent of vanilla fell over the area from the tiny flowers he had hidden amongst blue Vanda and purple Spathoglottis, forget me nots were riddled behind the larger pets. With each one blooming and releasing scents.

Well at least she would now spell beautiful no matter what. He would have sold them, yet flower crowns were so simple really, small flowers for the under layer and larger simpler flowers used for centre pieces. No no that was boring, he wanted to create bouquets to draw out emotions from others. Enhance memories and draw forth ideas and inspiration hidden deep inside them.
Leaning back to get a look a soft smile settled across his face which bloomed into a grin, "So what do you think,  can change anything if you want, but well I think it looks good."

After giving Lester her order the man would crack his knuckles and prepared himself to make the flower crown of her dreams. The nine tailed fox would be given an interesting tidbit of information, about vanilla being a type of orchid, as he began his process of creation. "Well, then I have another type of orchid to like, huh? I do love me some vanilla once in a while!" The words could be taken in just about any way you wanted to take them, though for once she was talking about the flavor and not being lewd. It was funny, the one moment that Aiyana managed to say something without any meaning of being lewd, Lester did instead. It was almost ironic, but the vixen would just give him a wide smirk before commenting on the little fact. "Well, guess the flower Bukakke is in full season then. Huh?"

He would apologize, of course, before finishing the flower crown and placing it upon her head. It was a bit awkward around the ears, but it was not to the point where it was uncomfortable. The sweet smell of vanilla came off of the flowers mixed in, and the beautiful colors made her feel like the best magical girl she could imagine. The excited giggle that left her mouth coincided with a spin like that of a happy canine as she came back around to look him in the eyes with her own wide open. "It's perfect! Thank you so much!"

She seemed to like it, the flowers that he had grown simply from the pollen in the area, yet the excitement that she displayed was indeed rather exceptional. He hadn’t quite thought about what the unknown word ‘bukakke’ was, any lingering thoughts about it would have been banished after due to the sudden laughter which flowed throughout the forest. Heralding the swirling twirling figure that was to come it was rather odd, she seemed so energetic and youthful from just one flower crown, waving away the thanks with a smile that blossomed into a grin. ”No problem, anyway you mentioned this fancy horse that you were looking for? You said it had healing powers and some old man asked you to help him. We could start looking for that.”

So some sort of horse, well they weren’t exactly common in forests, after growing up on the farm in his early years the youth had much experience with the creatures, he knew their tracks and patterns, not as well as some. But it wasn’t hard. ”Look for any tail hairs, they’ll be long, probably feel or look magical too. Hoofprints too of course! Really anything that would lead us to a horse.” A thoughtful look of concentration settled into his face as the youth partially crouched, making his way around the area slowly, maybe the horse had eaten something, atleast they would get a vague sense of direction then.

”What do you reckon it looks like? I mean of course its a horse, but there are tales of steeds with coats of fire. Maybe this one has flowers across its back! Like some sort of meadow covering it.” It was an interesting thought for sure, yet he crouched down, a small vine like plant had grown up a tree, its tiny little thorns stabbing into the world held a couple of fine hairs. With a single finger he pulled it up into the light, indeed many people would pay great amounts for it. ”I have what looks like a hair, do you have something?” With a glance he settled his eyes on the fox like woman, if she just had hair then they atleast had the right area, hoofprints or broken branches would send them in the right direction however.

The flower crown was such a nice gift to receive! The woman, still high as a kite, would focus on the happiness for a bit longer than was normal before zoning back into the conversation at hand. Lester was asking about the horse she was here to look for, asking for finer details, and then would go on about how they should go about looking for it and the likes. "Right! We should get going on that before the sick old man keels over and I don't get paid for my humanitarian efforts! They said it releases spores, pollen, plant sperm, and the magical bukkake mix lets it heal nearly anything it seems." The woman thought of the horse in a terrible way, being a shapeshifter made many things legal, before simply moving on to a part that wouldn't make people shudder at the thought of it.

"Maybe it has a nice coat of moss on it! With colorful flowers mixed in as well as some flowering ivy!" The woman's mind was actively trying to think of what this horse really looked like as she bent down and began to look for any traces that the horse might have left for them to find. They needed to start tracking this beast if they were going to succeed in the job she had taken. A few minutes search would find a few broken twigs through some trees that were close together, enough of a gap for something of a medium size to go through if they were careful. As the nine-tailed fox was noticing this, the plant making mage would call out to her about finding hair and ask if she had found something as well. Straightening herself out and turning to him, the woman would respond with her findings. "Well, I have some broken twigs and branches between these trees, like something squeezed through carefully. Could it be the horse?" The question was always there, as anything of the right size could be what went through, from a small bear to a midget with a shotgun, and the celestial spirit wanted to see if he would agree. Even if they were wrong, and it was something dangerous that went through, at least they would have agreed to follow the tracks before it happened. That way they couldn't blame each other!

She had an odd way of speaking indeed, keeling over and her not getting paid for humanitarian efforts. That was something he could swell on later, the horse released spore, pollen, plant sperm, which really just was pollen so she had said it twice. His mind wasn't exactly focused much on that, it was imperative that they located the horse soon from the sounds of it. Perhaps he could take some of this fables healing power, harvesting a few spores for future use would prove to be helpful. Similar things had worked before. Aiyana seemed to be quite energetic, unusually joyful as well. Not that he was complaining a whole lot, he made the day a little more entertaining. "That would be very pretty, maybe a moss coat with lots of tiny flowers and vines, it would be nice if there were mushrooms, just tiny ones like those Psilocybin mushrooms, maybe the cute fantasy ones, red with white blotches." The horse reminded him of Val, the creature who was currently sitting around his waist as a scarf like sash. She has grassy fur with roses or mushrooms, so there were more plant animals in the wild.

Broken twigs and branches, it made sense. With a few strides he had come a little closer, carefully stepping around the tails which threatened to tickle him with the slightest touch. "Well it does look like it." They were bent in the same direction, like something had pushed through slowly. Unlike the horse he went around the trees, scouring the area for anything further, they knew that it was a horse from the hair. Those branches had given them direction. Now they just needed a few more clues and they could be on their way. There was a soft mossy area ahead, with hopes of it holding hoof prints the youthful male pranced over, scouring the earth for any signs. Yet surely the tailed woman would have felt it too his brows creased slightly, a presence.

Simliar to the feeling he got when those teenage fangirls had been stalking him Lesters mind went to focus on the plants in the area, sensing what was around. A cute fluffy rabbit over there, some bugs in the log, an oversized and under dressed vulpine woman. The pack was on the edge of it all, not quite circling they just watched, wandering around weaving in and out of the trees in the distance. Brows creased as he vaguely motioned in their direction with his head. "Do you think they'll become a problem? I mean they aren't attacking or anything but wolves aren't exactly known for being friendly." when he was younger a pack had devoured his brothers favourite sheep. Poor Dolly.

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rip 20 dice rolls at once, will edit in post
Weak- 6
Normal- 12
Strong- 2

The member 'Lester Drynedi' has done the following action : Dice Rolls

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'Monster Dice' :

The two would both speak about the look of the creature a little bit more, just long enough for Lester to make a mistake and bring up fungi. Hoo boy did Aiyana know a lot about those, and not just the truffles most would expect her to know about! "Oh, Psilocybins! I have a little farm for those that I take care of out in the forests near my home in Hargeon! If you ever want to share some you can totally come over! Just make sure to bring some food, and a change of clothes. Oh, and if you decide to take up the invitation PLEASE do not defecate on the carpet. It really makes a mess for the naked cleaning maid to take care of!" The woman would not worry about any legal issues for it. The fungus was not illegal to grow, nor eat, and thus there was no problem with talking to a florist about such a thing when he had brought up the word in the first place.

The man would move carefully between the trees and mention that it could be the creature they were trying to hunt that had made the mess she had found. "Yeah, then I guess we'll follow this trail and see what else we can find." The female's tails would wiggle in thought as she looked around as he asked more questions even as she listened to the animals around them. The female had smelled them out first, a couple coming from downwind before she could hear and see them. The joy of being part animal, shapeshifter, and a wielder of two different types of slayer magic, was that her senses were quite powerful most of the time. "Well, we should be fine for a bit. Pretty soon they're gonna not care that they can smell fox and human and try to eat us anyway. Though it won't be too hard to just knock them out or scare them off once they get close enough for such things." Aiyana had had enough run-ins with wolves to know they would overcome their fears when it came down to their next meal. With the two mages scaring off a majority of the more timid wildlife they had become the next biggest thing for them to take down. The wolves were likely quicker than them, at least in their own territory and domain, and once they were hungry enough the whole pack would charge in and try to surround them. The celestial spirit had enough magic that burst out around her to keep the two infinitely safe, and any that got close would find out that she had a mean right hook when it was needed. They would be fine, they could take their time, and the two would be able to just enjoy themselves the entire way through this silly job!

He had slightly chuckled, the casual offer, an invitation to share her stock with him. It was amusing, refreshing almost after the extended secrecy that had been going on of late. That being said although this individual was fairly well known he hardly knew the lady, not to mention the way that her pupils were currently dilated. He could easily take in smoke or shoot up in the comforts of his own property, at least then he was sure no one would intrude. Despite her current condition Aiyana seemed oddly perceptive, so the tails and ears were not just for show. She had a little something mixed in there, yet he wasn’t complaining, she was powerful, just a glance at the way she held herself would be enough, not to mention the odd stories that would whisk around once in a while. Yet there was a magical healing overgrown pony on the loose that they needed to capture. It was an interesting situation, a plan he needed was known to grow in areas that the rare creature travelled, and if he succeeded in the capture of it perhaps there was a way he could have some of the reward. Either way it was pleasant enough to wander through the woods and get to know the canidae woman. He had read briefly about her in a magazine somewhere, It wasn’t much of a shock to see information about higher class mages across the page spreads. Interested in biology from the looks of it he had noted her affliction, that which intoxicated her with some kind of drug. Not afraid to display her body in numerous ways and present herself Lester hasn't quite come across someone as lecherous before. Would small talk be enough, the forest passed beneath his feet as the male followed what traces were left, not that it was hard as many of the hoof impressions were still clear and easy to see. With the wolves at bay the forest settled, a couple  of birds returned to their perches in the distance, while not getting too close it was calming to see their colourful presence amongst the greenery.

”So, Ms. Shuer. You’ve been in a few magazines before, you’re a wizard saint right, and an ace? I couldn’t see a guild mark sorry, although I have heard of you, Lamia scale?” Thoughts briefly went to the silvery guild mark on his eyelid, many mages had them in odd places, so it was not surprising he couldn’t see the one that she bore. Would it be rude to prod too deep? She seemed like the type to be rather open, loose with her words and happy enough to talk about most things. ”Whats Lamia Scale like? I don’t think I’ve met anyone from there before, or at least not that I know of since I have kept to my own guild most of the time. Crystal Swan that is, and before that I was Guildless.” Abstaining from mentioning his brief affair with Black Rose in between he extended the conversation starter with hopes she would bite.

The walk through the forest would be continued, Aiyana following along with Lester while sometimes moving out ahead to use her slayer improved senses to aid in the tracking and searching for their current quarry. It seemed like it would go without a hitch, for the most part, the dangerous animals staying out of the way and not a single magical being would show its face so far. It seemed like it was just going to be the two of them following tracks for the meantime, and thus Lester would begin to ask her questions to keep them both from being too bored or stuck in silence. "Ah, yes! I've been in quite a few magazines now, plenty of modeling shoots as well! The Magic Council dubbed me the 'Wizard Saint of Pleasure, and I am indeed an ace in Lamia Scale!" Aiyana would answer the questions with an excitement and focus almost made her raise her voice a bit too much, but not enough to scare off the creature they were trying to track down.

"Lamia Scale used to be more about learning and betterment, way back when I first joined them, but after I had gone through Sabertooth, my own guild, and then back to them they changed a whole lot. Lamia Scale is a monster hunting guild now, which is pretty fun when some of the juicier jobs come up, and they tend to deal with the monsters that are really causing problems rather than just seeking out any monster to eliminate it. They also tend to research them to learn about them as well, so there's a lot that goes on at times!" The woman would listen to him also mention the guild he was in after he got tired of being guildless, a guild known as crystal swan. "Huh, last I heard my younger sister was going to join them. She probably got lost in the library reading books and decided to live there instead. She was a super book nerd, and won't change on that." It would almost seem as if she reminisced for a moment, thinking back on her sister and old times, before she seemed to remember one more thing. "And since you mentioned it! My guild mark is kinda hard to see most of the time!" The woman would turn and hike up her illusionary clothing to reveal, just above her tails and on her lower back, the tramp stamp of the lamia scale image she had as her guild tattoo. Off in the distance, as she did so, the sound of howling wolves made her drop the clothing and look off in the direction it seemed to come from. "Trouble on the horizon? Or maybe they're after something else."

Wizard saint of pleasure, a light chuckle came from the youthful mage. As after all the title made sense, she had acted in a way that alluded to being a rather promiscuous person. not that he was about to stick his nose into someone elses business, after all how intimate she was- it wasn't his business. Story time it seemed, he didn't mind, after all the woman's voice was quite nice to listen to as the duo leisurely strolled through the forest seeking clues. Learning and betterment, so a guild about learning and improving ones self had given birth to a mage such as this. It was an interesting concept for sure, and something he was happy to listen into about, after all whilst he was currently an ace of the guild he still lacked a lot of knowledge about other guilds. Monster hunters sounded more like her style- not that he knew the saint well but he could feel her strength, even just the way that she traipsed through the forest emanated a certain confidence in herself. Sister? "Whats your sisters name? i don't know everyone. There is a chance that she look a job at one of the libraries on board the ship as well if she didn't wish to join the guild." voice thoughtful as a few of the book banks on board the ship came to mind. he rarely had time to get lost among the shelves anymore.

It scattered across his face like a sudden frost, the deep blue due to the sudden display of undergarments where her tails met skin. And a guild tattoo as well, it was pretty, a lamia like figure just like the name of the guild. "Please Ms stop revealing yourself! I know there aren't many around but its still rathe-" She dropped the clothes, yet he had heard it too. The howls which seemed to echo, not just one, a pack. Now this was a little more serious than a woman showing more than was appropriate. Indeed, with a slight nod he looked towards the other, wolves didn't just let their prey go, the hunted, followed it until it was tired. "They'll be after us. the pack is probably spread out around the area. it may be best for us to just fight them before we get surprised." He couldn't feel anything for hundreds of meters, so they were keeping a good distance away. That didn't mean they wouldn't come soon however.

Would it be overstepping, perhaps he could rely on the other more than he would have any other stranger. Yet it would be rude to let the other do all the fighting. "I'm best at support, will you let me buff you?" Well, buff, shield, perhaps a couple of extra heals but it was the least he could do to feel so helpless with a powerful mage at his side.

Lester seemed to be curious as to her sister, which was common as most saw her and expected her sibling to likely be the same way. When they found out she was the opposite they generally wanted to meet her at least once, which usually meant they would get ignored or her sister would run away from them to hide. She was the biggest anti-social introvert she had ever met, mostly cause their parents had been abusive to both of them in different ways and they had both compensated in the most extreme ways possible. Aiyana was extremely outgoing and willing to give anything of herself to anyone. Christine was the opposite, and even the slightest compliment from another was enough to get her flustered and ashamed. "Well, her name is Christine Shuer. She does not look like me, we're not blood-related, but it's only cause I was adopted."

After they had both heard the howling of wolves, Lester would mention that it would be the best to fight before they were surprised in an attack by them. The cute guy would also mention he was better as a supporting mage than other styles, and would ask if he could buff her. "Well, not sure if I'll need the buffs but go for it. It shouldn't be hard to deal with the wildlife here anyway, so I doubt I'll have to do much magic unless we get swarmed." Aiyana would allow her magic to flow forth, no longer allowing any of it to be hidden from others, and she would let her magics cover her in the shielding they both provided so that she could just use her hands to knock out the animals and creatures they were likely about to participate in combat with.

Adopted siblings, it was a nice thought, yet he himself had enough siblings to last him a hundred years of puns, jokes and sneak attacks with pillows at three in the morning. Mind ripped away from memories as grey pelts emerged from the shadows, white he could sense the wolves it was still quite beautiful to watch them break away from the camouflage.  "I'll do what I can." Blooming across his face the smile settled there, it was sweet, a sugary substance that flowed up from the ground, some of it gathered from the air crystallising slightly across the wolves which had come forth, one of them scampered off, vanishing in a brief flurry of fur as it fled out of range yet the rest. Well as cute as some canines were these wolves were simply stuck in the sugary substance. When hardened sugar was quite hard to break after all, these creatures were funding that out for themselves. That was one thing done, it wouldn't hold too long yet the spell was one that he knew well, Gentleman's Sweets was very useful indeed.

Now what though, did she attack with weapons or her body? Not in an adult sense but would it be better to strengthen her physically or magically? He had already immobilized the enemy so there was no need for a speed buff. Why did he have to over complicate things! Surely a mage of that strength would have a rather large magical power pool so there would be no need to buff that. Yes, a simple magical damage increase buff he could do that. That one! Yes he could use that, there was only one ally after all. Flore~ The word resonated within his mind as a few of the plants in the area grew greener, blooming with brighter more vibrant colours as he let his powers flow throughout the landscape. A blossoming vine crawling up the tailed ladies leg it formed a neat little anklet, it would boost her magical strength, a half step back he took, scouring the area behind them for fear that they would be attacked from all directions, really he was not a fighter.

Lester didn't seem quite too sure about what exactly he was going to do, simply telling her he would do what he could, before he would begin to use his magic to help with the wolves that were now coming at them. The man that had seen her nether regions would send out a sticky substance that would harden quite well to a batch of wolves, one of them being smart and running away. Refraining from droppings some kind of joke as to what the sugar reminded her of, and the difficulty of washing it out of hair and clothing once it was hardened, the female would walk forward and begin a round of knocking out the wolves that were stuck in sugar. Each would take just a single hit from her fist to the head be knocked unconscious for the time being.

After finishing the small task she would feel the anklet and sense the magical power increase that would come along with it. "I see you figured out what kind of supporting buff you wanted to use. How about a little test of it?" The wizard saint would look at another small group of wolves that were bursting out of the brush to her left, throwing what looked like a flaming snowball at the same time. The small spherical object would fly into the face of one of the wolves before exploding into a magnificent flurry of flaming snow that would scare off the creatures, and knock out the one that had been hit directly, leaving them with a lot less of the wildlife to deal with. Turning back to Lester, Aiyana would speak up about the current events. "How about we find this majestic healing horse and get out of here. I don't want to hurt any more of the poor animals before we get out of here."