Idlewild -- Logs

There is a little, Hellebore-sized shadow tapping gently on Hellebore's door. No facial features were discernable to Aiden when he noticed it walking that way, slipping thief-quiet across the cobblestone; either the person is wearing a dark hood, or has no face. The gate across the way is still closed for the night, and made a terrible racket when Hellebore closed it before sending them all to bed... it can't have come in that way.

Aiden grabs his sword and takes a quick moment to try to judge where he would need to go in the house to intercept that little shadow at the door, or if he ought to just go through the window.

The dark person is carrying something in one hand. It's too dark to make out details of what it is-- but it's in the hand not knocking on the mage-teacher's door... as if the carrier wants to be ready to use it. Aiden notices one other thing, too-- the dark figure is female.

Aiden swiftly realizes he could get to the shadow-girl and Hellebore's door best by going out his large window, open on the courtyard. The door leading back into the house proper would take much longer.

Steven has the sudden urge to look out his own courtyard window, prompted by a nebulous feeling he can't quite put a finger on.

Steven blinks a little, and moves to the window to look out and around, feeling... disquieted.

Aiden is still fully dressed. He keeps the sheathed sword in one hand and slips out the window, crouching and pausing when he gets to the ground to reassess the situation before he moves, as quietly as possible, across the courtyard.

In her room, Lauren finishes lacing up her sneaks. "Hope we don't have to get past any guards or anything," she muses. "I suck at that."

Steven sees Aiden climb out his window, with what looks like the shape of a sword in one hand... and then the forest ranger moves quietly across the courtyard toward the dark, slight figure that's rapping on Hellebore's door, with something in its other hand. Apparently it's not quiet enough, for the figure turns to reveal a faceless darkness-- and pulls a shortsword on Aiden. They face each other, still several feet apart, too far to join battle.. yet.

Grennit says, "Oh, we'll work it out. I'll show you what I know.. oooh. Ooh dear. Look out the window."

Steven blinks, and looks around quickly for the quickest way to get down to the courtyard.

Steven finds that the window would suit him best... although, perhaps if he changed shape, it would be even better...

Lauren looks out the window as instructed, and blinks. "Is that Hellebore in a ninja suit? Should we do something about this?"

Aiden freezes right where he is. He keeps his sword sheathed, holding the sheath at about the middle of the blade. He doesn't want to hurt her if she's here legitimately. He keeps his free hand out at a 45 degree angle from his side, palm towards her and open to show that it is empty.

Steven considers for a moment, holding himself just at the edge of the window, ready to jump out and be somewhat more felinish at the same time. Hopefully before he hits the gorund, and hopefully well before Aiden needs him. He holds himself ready.

"You could drop the sword," suggests the little female. At this range, Aiden sees that she's wearing a close-fitting black hood. He sees the fabric move with her lips. Her voice is surprisingly deep for her size, a rich alto. "You shouldn't be here, you know. New to the city?"

Aiden says, "Something like that, yeah. I'm not dropping the sword. What are you doing here?"

"Ninja?" says Grennit with interest. "Anyway, no, that's a girl. Aiden's thinking about stabbing her. She's thinking about stabbing him too."

Aiden's little conversationalist doesn't drop-- or lower-- her sword, either. She does chuckle. "I'll trade you answers-- me first, in good faith. Paying a visit. You?"

Aiden says, "Accidental visit. Intentions?"

"I might be able to hit her with something while she's talking to him..." Lauren picks up a water pitcher from the nightstand and hefts it. "You think she's going to?"

The little woman twitches the wrist that doesn't belong to her sword hand. At close range, it's a sack-- and it jingles, metal on metal. "Would you believe that it's entirely on purpose, to give him money?"

Aiden says, "No, but that doesn't mean you're not being truthful. Just means I don't believe it."

"I think you'd better," Grennit frets to Lauren. "She looks dangerous. It's the little ones, always the fiercest."

Aiden's conversationalist laughs, deep and mellow. "I can't say I blame you. Now.. are you a thief?"

Aiden looks a little insulted. "I'm not the one skulking around courtyards wearing nothing but black."

"Quite true," the little woman says cheerfully. "Do you intend our Hellebore violence, then?"

Steven holds himself still, loking aroudn to see if there's any way -- as foolish as it might seem -- to get behind the woman unnoticed, if possible.

Aiden says, "No. Do you?"

Unfortunately, since Steven is in front of them and hidden only by stillness and the dark on his windowsill, the moment he leaves it he'll be rather noticeable to the woman facing Aiden.. whose back is almost directly to Steven.

"Gods, Lauren, hit her now!" Grennit hisses. "I think she's about to go for him!"

Steven grimaces, and decides to hold his position and remain very still.

"Nope," says the little woman. "I rather like him. There's an easy way to settle this, if you're a friend too. I'll move aside, and you knock. He's slow to wake tonight. Ask him yourself."

Aiden nods. "Fair enough." He keeps his sword in a strictly non-threatening position and moves towards the door. He doesn't, however, turn his back to the little woman. He knocks and waits.

Lauren dangles the pitcher uncertainly. Maybe it's NOT such a good idea to start chucking things at tiny women with swords. "She isn't really pointing it at him yet," she protests. "Aiden already said he'd kill me. If I get him stabbed, first he'll kill me then his wives will kill me."

Hellebore groans from the other side of the door, while the tiny woman waits politely without stabbing Aiden in the side... though her sword is still out, pointed toward the ground now or not. The small hobbity mage on the other side of the door sounds tired. "Kabi?" He draws the "aaaah" out, plaintive. "That you?"

Aiden glances in at Hellebore. "Morning. This one yours?"

"You have a point," Grennit admits to Lauren. "On the other hand-- wouldn't everyone love you if you saved someone? Problems solved!"

Lauren wavers, raising the pitcher halfway. "I'll throw it if...uh. If she moves. Or something. Look, the door's open."

Hellebore peers at Aiden through his own courtyard window, then opens the door and sticks his head out. "Nnh-- oh!" Aiden could swear the little man turned a shade darker, looking pleased as punch. "Yes, yes, she's mi-- my friend. Everyone, please. Kabi, this is Aiden. Aiden, this is Kabi. She's here with tuition. Never stabbed, lacerated or even gotten a little rough with me yet." Hellebore is beaming. Also... maybe babbling just a little.

Kabi grins and sheathes her sword in one fluid movement, bowing. She still hasn't taken off the hood. "My pleasure, Aiden. I do approve of Hellebore having friends more suspicious-- and pointy-- than he is."

Aiden nods, "Nice to meet you, Kabi.. Excuse the rather rude reception. I'm a bit on the paranoid side, admittedly."

Grennit yowls "Lauren NOW she's moving the sword!" as soon as Kabi starts that move-- to sheathe it, granted, but perhaps that's not immediately obvious.

Lauren, antsy already, sees Kabi's sword-arm twitch and chucks the heavy pitcher with a grunt. Aiden is going to have to apologize for threatening to kill her after she saves his ass, oh YES.

The pitcher goes sailing across the courtyard and smashes into Kabi's right toe. The little woman doesn't make a sound, but she levitates three feet straight up and draws her sword in midair. When she lands, she's favoring that foot but she still looks very dangerous indeed... looking straight at Lauren's open window. And Lauren. Grennit's "Yessss!" turns into a "Shit! Duck!" to Lauren.

Lauren ducks, but mercifully does not shit. Under the windowsill, she looks wide-eyed at Grennit. "Was that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good throw, honey," says Grennit. "Now we hope Aiden cuts her spine while she's distracted."

Aiden yells, "LAUREN! That better NOT have come out of your room!"

Lauren crosses her fingers and toes, and tries not to hear the potential sound of someone getting their spine cut.

Grennit stands right back up again and yells out the window in Lauren's defense. "She was SAVING you!"

Aiden looks at Kabi, "I am so sorry."

Lauren's head pokes up above the windowsill. "M'going to be killed," she says glumly. "Three times. I knew it."

"Oh good grief," says Grennit, climbs out the window and marches toward Aiden.

Steven catches the lack of hostility on Kabi's part, Hellebore's obvious acquaintance, and decides to go back to bed. Things are probably about as well in hand as they could be, and a rested monk is a monk that can watch the better for calamities in the morning.

Kabi's voice is polite. "Another new friend of Hellebore's?"

Aiden looks at Grennit, cocking his head to the side. "This had better be good."

Aiden notices, despite Kabi's tone, that her foot is bleeding a small dark patch onto the cobblestones. From across the way, Lauren sees it too... must've been a nasty sharp shard that shattered.

"It is," Grennit says defensively. "We thought you were in trouble and Lauren tried to save you. She was trying to help."

Lauren winces, and crawls out of the window to go take her lumps.

Aiden says, "While I appreciate the sentiment, and I do, I'd have been doing something with my sword if I was in trouble. Something other than leaving it sheathed."

Hellebore makes a little hurt sound, like he was the one that got mugged by a flying pitcher, and kneels on the cobblestones to fuss with Kabi's foot. She winces, audibly this time. "Look, I'll just get it fixed back ho--" "You will not," Hellebore huffs. "Come sit down and I'll at least wrap it. I'm out of spells today, but you can't go bleeding across the rooftops." Kabi mutters something that sounds a lot like "Yes I can," but follows Hellebore into his room.

Lauren sidles up, mumbling something that involves 'msorry' a lot, and fidgets. She looks hopefully up at Aiden when everybody goes into Hellebore's quarters.

Grennit puts a protective arm around Lauren's shoulders as she arrives.

Aiden turns to look at Lauren when she arrives. He smiles. "Thanks. Little higher next time, eh?"

Sol walks quietly across the courtyard now. He tilts his head at Lauren, then he actually smiles, too. At Lauren, remarkably enough. "Saw that," he mentions. "Thoughtful."

It sounds a lot like a peace offering.

Lauren looks heartily confused for a few seconds. What the hell just happened? "Umthanks," she ventures, looking a bit less kicked. "Higher. Right."

Grennit BEAMS and whispers fiercely into Lauren's ear, tickling. "I told you so. I told you so, so much. I have good ideas."

Aiden says, "I'm going back there now.." He motions vaguely towards his room. He looks a bit distracted. "Night.. thanks again."

Kabi comes limping out of Hellebores's room, toe white-bandaged. She's arguing audibly with the little mage-- who is not so little, next to her. "I can too climb like this. Do you think I never get hurt?"

"No, you can't," wails the little mage. "It's bright white and what if you fall and it'll be my fault and who will pay their tuition?"

Aiden stops, glancing back at Kabi and Hellebore, "Sorry again.." He sneaks back into his room and resumes pacing.

Kabi turns, eyeing him. "So it's all about the tuition." She sounds amused, and like she doesn't believe it for a second.

Lauren hugs Grennit around the waist and bobs her head at Aiden. "Um hey...wha..." she says, to his back as he leaves.

"Yes!" wails Hellebore, to Kabi. "Please stay the night!"

Sol catches Aiden gently by the shoulder, halting the pacing. "We can still sneak out if you can't sleep," he murmurs. "You can't pace all night. At least watch the comedy in the courtyard?"

Grennit rubs Lauren's upper back scritchily. "S'ok," she says. "Take it slow. He looks only half-here tonight anyhow... wonder what's chewing on him."

Aiden goes to the window and watches out of it. He looks suspiciously like he's sulking. "Okay okay. I won't wear a hole in the floor."

"Starfish," Lauren says with authority. More quietly--"Hellebore REALLY likes her. I mean really. We should romance-assistance HER."

Sol smiles at Aiden. "If wear a hole you must, there are better things. Mattresses, for one."

Grennit stares at Lauren a little uneasily. "...Starfish? ...yeah, yeah. He does. But hon, you thought you got in trouble last time... I'd bet you a lot that this one will know if you put something in her drink. And she is not your sister." Grennit pauses. "If you want to help him out, help convince her to stay the night." She grins. "I'll help."

Lauren nods. "Starfish," she repeats. "S'go. Maybe she's the jealous type, we could tell her about the pink-rose lady hellebore's been pining about."

Soleil rubs Aiden's neck, gently. "He can take care of himself. He's only been gone a few hours. I'm sure he's fine."

Aiden smiles tightly at Soleil. "I know, but I'm going to fret until he comes back. I can't feel that he's okay and he's mine and I'm so worried about him."

The newly fire-haired golden elf blows his bangs out of his eyes with a puff of breath and sighs, "I know, I know, believe me, I know. If you're going to fret anyway, though, why don't you tack on the fact that Lauren's walking up to talk to Hellebore's sharp and pointy girlfriend?"

Aiden looks out the window with a slightly horrified expression. "Damnit. I don't trust her as far as I could throw her." Aiden straps his sword on and heads back out the window, walking towards the group. "Hey, Lauren? I forgot to ask you something earlier.. C'mere for a second?"

Lauren certainly is walking up to Kabi. Kabi looks at her, but the expression is hidden by that hood. "Hello, tosser of pitchers," the little woman says thoughtfully. Hellebore casts a pleading glance at Lauren and Grennit and says, "Tell her she can't go leaping about rooftops until I can heal her! It's my fault she's hurt! I'd feel terrible if something happened, it would be my fault!"

Lauren says, earnestly, "You can't, you really can't it's DANGEROUS out there--" and then she hears Aiden. "Whnuh?"

Aiden looks to be in a pleasant enough mood. "C'mere.. It's sort of.. private."

"Aiden!" Grennit says cheerfully. "Tell this lovely, er, very short woman that wasn't really attacking you how dangerous it is with a killer on the loose out there."

Kabi murmurs, amused, "There's more than just one, you know. It's not exactly an event..."

Aiden looks at Grennit like she's grown a second head. "She looks fairly capable of taking care of herself, don't you think?"

"But this one kills thieves and skulkers," Lauren protests. "She's skulking."

Grennit scowls at Aiden as if capable of projecting but Hellebore wants nookie into his brain. Perhaps fortunately, she isn't.

Kabi actually giggles and says, "I'll be fine. He's not after me."

Aiden notices that Kabi's body language immediately reports she's sorry she said that.

Aiden says, "On the other hand, the offer has been extended, and it would be rude to turn it down. Maybe a nice hot drink before you go on your way? Something to bolster you for the road?"

Lauren nods with vigor. "Right," she says. "Hot drink. That sounds...really good..."

Kabi turns to look at Aiden, surprised, then throws up her hands-- minus both sword and coin-bag. "Oh, what the hell," she says, sounding definitely amused. "I can hobble tipsily across the roof, too. Let's go, kids. Hellebore, find us booze." She turns and heads toward the doorway into the house as if she knows the way. Hellebore beams, then looks crestfallen. "Wait... I can't leave--" An owl hoots, and he relaxes. "Alright. Let's go upstairs, then." Carefully, he closes and locks his door, but leaves the window half-open.

Aiden eyes Kabi's back. How do you know Clairchiare?

Lauren smiles a wide happy smile. "Now they can hook up, maybe," she says with some small amount of pride. "What did you want, Aiden?"

Aiden shakes his head, "Nothing, Lauren."

Lauren says, "...nothing? But you said..."

Aiden shrugs, "I lied."

Lauren persists. "But you SAID."

Aiden says, "I wanted to make sure you weren't going to do something terminally dumb, Lauren."

Lauren says, "...oh."

Lauren inches closer to Grennit. "I was just trying to convince her to stay, you know," she explains defensively. "Hellebore really likes her. Giving him a chance to maybe get his mack on seemed like a nice thing to do, you know?"

Aiden nods, "As long as your "convincing" doesn't require putting anything into her drink, mm?"

"Wasn't going to, promise." Lauren's eyes get shifty for half a second. "Anyway she's upstairs with him now, so that's okay."

Kabi's voice calls out. "Kids. C'mon. It's time to drink; deal's off without you."

Aiden looks at Lauren, "And that.. is our cue to join them. Do me a favour?"

Lauren shuffles. "Keep my mouth shut, I know."

Aiden says, "No. Quite the opposite. Bring up Clairchiare. Subtle-like. She knows the person leaving the roses.. and I want to watch her react."

Lauren mulls this. "Huh. You WANT me to talk? Um. Okay. I'll, uh...I'll do that." She detaches herself from Grennit and jogs up the stairs.

Aiden follows Lauren up the stairs. Lauren's not too bad at this sort of thing, right?

Upstairs, Hellebore is handing out something hot and spicy that smells like rum... and pleading with Kabi to take off her hood. She's hesitating, looking at the new arrivals and their attendant elves.

Aiden takes a cup, "Thank you, Hellebore." He settles himself down comfortably and takes a sip of the drink.

It's strong. Also good.

Lauren beams her best disarming smile and flops down to claim her rum and start RIGHT in on the Aiden-approved girl-talk. "T'nks Hellebore. Mm." To Kabi: "So you're a ninja or what? That's so cool you must see EVERYTHING I mean I wanted to be one too when I was little but it never worked out..."

Aiden pines. Last time we had rum was at Marron's farm.. with Seodil.. in the hayloft..

Kabi looks at her untouched rum, and then at Lauren. One-- the rum-- has much more longing in it than the other. She still has her hood on. "Ninja...?" she says hesitantly. "What's a ninja?"

Lauren explains everything. "Wears black, sneaks around, kills..um. Kills people." She drinks some of her rum and flaps a hand helpfully at Kabi's. "Drink. Anyway, yeah, the whole idea is that ninjas don't exist but they DO. Sneaky, huh? You know?"

"I see a good bit, yes.." Kabi adds. "It can be entertaining to look in windows.. oh, what the hell. I want this drink. None of you are going to turn me in, after all; I know where you sleep." The hood comes off; she has sandy curly hair and light tan skin. And dimples. Amazingly cute dimples. She's smiling. "Well," she says after a moment to digest Lauren's spiel... and take a sip. "I suppose I might be ninja, then?" She dimples.

Lauren natters on cheerfully, obviously quite relieved to have free license to run her mouth. "Yep. Anyway I know I've never seen one before. I mean before NOW. But we weren't here long last time and we were so busy with Clair and the Court that we didn't get out at ALL."

Hellebore tries very hard not to drool on himself, looking at his skulker with her face in plain view.

Aiden takes another sip, to hide the amusement, and because he's missing Seodil. Who was the last person he drank rum with. In Marron's hayloft.

Kabi tilts her head, curiously. "Oh? You were with the Court? Really." There's a definite reaction there, but since "Court" came right after "Clair," it could be to either... or both.

Soleil scrunches down in the loveseat next to Aiden, pokes him in the ribs out of sight, and clinks glasses with him. "So help me gods, I am going to get you falling down drunk if I have to, to get you distracted and keep you from pacing," he murmurs, smiling sweetly all the while.

Lauren nods. "Oh yah. Most of them...okay, ALL. Were strange and horrible. Except Clair, who was strange and pink." She drinks thoughtfully. "Miss him a little."

That got a reaction out of Kabi, though it was swift. "Pink?" she says, blinking. "How so?"

Aiden grins at Soleil. "That'll just make the pacing more difficult. I'll crawl if I have to."

Sol breathes evilly into Aiden's ear, "Not if I weigh you down, pretty. Drink up... don't make me tie you to the bedposts, mm?"

Lauren drinks again. "Whats'you mean, how? He's PINK. Pink hair, pink eyebrows, pink other bits too probably, he's just really really pink. Hey AIDEN."

Kabi looks truly puzzled now. "Well. I did hear they came in pink," she murmurs, mind clearly somewhere else.

Aiden looks at Lauren, "Yeah, Lauren?"

Aiden takes another sip right after Soleil whispers to him.

Lauren waves her mug at Aiden. "YOU saw Clair in the bath. How pink was he?"

Aiden sputters.

Aiden says, "I'm not answering that!"

Soleil chokes on his drink, wheezing.

Aiden turns a rather delightful shade of pink himself.

Lauren smacks her leg. "I'm serious. She wants to know."

The golden elf turns slowly red behind his newly shaggy hair.. possibly from the hard coughing.

Aiden says, vaguely, "He has pink hair."

"I do want to know," says Kabi with neutral tone and wicked eyes. "I've never met a pink elf." She sounds dead serious, too.

The little skulker tosses back the rest of her drink and says cheerfully, "Never seen a naked elf, for that matter. C'mon, Aiden."

Aiden looks a little uncomfortable and mumbles something about not being polite to discuss this sort of thing in a public venue.

Hellebore mostly watches Kabi adoringly.

Sol scrunches down into his seat next to Aiden and drinks a little more heavily.

Grennit gets up to fetch everyone refills from the pitcher nearby, and makes the rounds without actually asking if people want more before she pours.

Lauren sips and grins. "Well, *I* want to discuss it," she says.

Aiden protests, "I'm not discussing this in polite company!"

"Sweetie," Kabi says cheerfully. "Look me in the eye and tell me you really see me as polite company. I thought we were being relatively honest here." She grins.

Aiden blushes harder. Sometimes, his age (or lack of) really shows.

Lauren snickers and looks around for something soft to chuck at Aiden.

Pillows, luckily for Lauren, abound.

Seodil's arrival takes everyone completely by surprise, coming as it does on silent cat-feet-- or elf-feet, as the case may be.

The first sign of him is a soft voice saying "Hellebore? Might there be another glass?"

Kabi jerks around and stares.

Aiden turns and absolutely beams at Seodil when he hears his voice. His relief writ plainly on his face. A little rum and his expressions are as open as a book. Imagine that.

Lauren happily chucks a soft and certainly not-threatening pillow across the room at Aiden. There's a momentary wince mid-flight as the silver elf speaks--ohshit ohshit Seodil's going to kill me for throwing things at him...

Seodil smiles at Aiden, and looks briefly amused as the pillow goes sailing. His attention is much more upon the stranger in the room. He bows, slightly, even as Kabi starts to say "What are you doing--" and then stops, as Seodil starts undoing his long braid and looks politely around. "Introductions, anyone...?"

Aiden has eyes only for Seodil in that moment. The pillow smacks him quite squarely in the head. "Seodil.. this is Kabi, a friend of Hellebore's.. Kabi.. Seodil."

Soleil snickers.

Aiden says, "Lauren? I promise that I am going to get you for that. Not today. Not tomorrow.. but I will get you."

Lauren thinks of Meli. And looks at Aiden. And drinks.

Seodil bows to Kabi again. "A pleasure, I hope. I note the clothing." Kabi manages a smile that can't quite make dimples, and drinks before she says in her warm alto, "Pleasure's mine, really. You're a tall drink of elf. My goodness." Hellebore looks somewhat crushed.

Aiden doesn't actually growl. Barely. He does bristle a bit, though.

Soleil winds fingers into Aiden's hair and attempts to soothe. Leaning over, he murmurs too low for anyone but Aiden to hear, "Ease down. Children don't grow up in a day... and at least it wasn't fire."

Aiden looks confused for a second, then whispers back. "It wasn't Lauren."

Lauren bristles a little too, for entirely separate reasons. Hellebore will get his sweet sweet loving, yes he WILL--what the hell is Kabi doing looking at that skinny bastard? Can't she see how -cute- her fellow hobbit is?

Soleil adds softly, "And... I'll help you get her." He blinks, then, and says "Oh," still at a whisper. Snickers. "You can't be serious, love. As if. You know him. She's covering, look at her. He startled hell out of her."

Aiden says, "Iknowbut..." he trails off. It was completely irrational and he knew it even while he was reacting.

Without bothering to hide it from anyone in the room, Soleil smooches Aiden on the cheek, then leans back smiling.

Seodil drags up a chair and sits in it, crossing his legs with casual elegance. Grennit finds him a glass and fills it. Kabi can't keep her eyes off the silver elf.

Lauren looks around uneasily. "Were we still talking about pink people, or something else?"

Seodil raises an eyebrow. Just one. Arching so elegantly.

Both Aiden and Lauren notice that Kabi's really not eyeing Seodil with attraction... it looks a lot more like she's seen a ghost, and he makes her uneasy.

"Oh yes," says Grennit hopefully. "Naked pink elves."

"You know," says Kabi as she sets her drink down half-finished, "This has been fun, but I really should be going."

Aiden really wishes he could tell Seodil about his suspicions without needing to go over and tell him in front of anyone. He just knows that she knows Clairchiare somehow.

Lauren blinks. "But...Hellebore..."

Hellebore looks crestfallen. Kabi smiles at him. "You'll see me next month. I might even take my hood off then, too." She winks.

Aiden says, "Kabi? Can I talk to you before you go? I wanted to ask you something."

The tiny woman rises to go, hood dangling in her hand. Hellebore says, "But you could stay in a spare room... or, or with Lauren... you're still hurt, I wanted to heal.." Kabi shakes her head, and says gently, "Something needs my attention tonight. I'd forgotten. It can't wait." Raising her head, she looks warily at Aiden, but dimples. "Sure, Aiden. Over here?" She moves off toward the room's doorway, away from the sitting area.

Aiden wanders over with her, dropping his voice. "You know him, don't you?"

Kabi eyes Aiden smoothly, no evident reaction. "Know who?"

Aiden keeps his voice low, "The pink elf. The one with the roses."

Kabi's look at Aiden is honestly puzzled, as though that wasn't exactly what she was expecting. "I don't know any pink elves, I'm sorry," she says, and ducks neatly out the doorway without addressing the roses.

Kabi sounded completely sincere.

Aiden sighs and slumps a bit, going back to his seat, quiet and a little withdrawn.

Without preamble, Sol says "She knows something. I'm sure of it."

Lauren waves a little wave. God damn it all. Hellebore didn't even come CLOSE to getting any.

Despite that, Hellebore still looks a little dreamy.

Seodil looks at Aiden. "What did you ask her?" he says softly. "First she lied, and then she was honestly startled."

Aiden looks at Seodil. "I asked about your brother.. She wouldn't tell me anything, though."'

Seodil's eyes shade. "Perhaps we should ask her again then," he says.. with a narrow, white little smile. "Later."

Aiden just says, "I miss him."

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