middaeg | [open] 🔶 settling in

Who: Ferran & you, feat. vegetanimals
When: Noveuer
Where: Aefenglom
What: Samuin fireworks moping, fairy dust gathering, shopping for fashion, gathering cute plants, architectural illusions & more.
Warnings: Nothing so far.

A. 1st-2nd

[The full moons finally come, and Ferran is left restless, anxious and moody, dealing with an unsettling amount of what feels like fur on his back. While it and his scales' emergence has so far been painless, it's just a further reminder of what else he might have to undergo in the future. There's so much uncertainty that no amount of research can resolve, no matter how much work he puts into it.

He's not exactly interested in celebrating the holiday he's been hearing about, or in thinking about his weaknesses, but the Samuin festivities line up with the week that frays his nerves, and he nonetheless finds himself wandering out to watch the fireworks if just to have a distraction.

By the time anyone finds him on one of Aefenglom's rooftops, he's wrapped himself in a blanket to the point only his pale, gloomy-looking face is visible. If this event is supposed to be solemn, well... he's got that in spades. Maybe try to get him to lighten up?]

B. 3rd-7th idk

[Anyone making their way through the central area of the Haven might come across a brown-haired young man standing under the entryway of a large home with the door already open, although he hasn't stepped in yet. He's got his sleeves rolled up, displaying the faint red fairy scales on his wrists and elbows, and he's carrying a coarse brush, a number of glass bottles, and a bag. He seems to be deliberating something until he notices the passerby, at which point he calls out to see if they might have some time on their hands.]

Would you mind helping me for a minute?

C. 7th-11th

[One Ferran with rainbow-swirls on his hands and the faint scales on his wrists largely missing is now ready for the most important part of getting acclimated to a new place: shopping.

With a bag of hygiene products over his shoulder, a few of them scented enough to be smelled outside their packaging, he ends up browsing several clothing shops and tailors, but he spends the most time looking into nice-looking gloves, boots with heels, and fur-lined cloaks and capes. The bridge coat he's currently wearing is certainly warm enough for the winter he's used to, but the temperatures here are dropping even further, and with his future changes, it's not exactly going to be wearable... which sucks. He likes this coat a lot! So he wants to suitable replacements that are going to last a good, long while.

To anyone nearby, he might turn to and ask:]

Do you know anything about the quality here?

D. 7th-13th

[The moment Ferran spots a vegetable creature, he feels a surge of delight that he hasn't felt in a very long time.

He must have them.

And so, he can easily be found tracking down the critters, a watering can in hand as he tries to entice them out of hiding with whistles, chittering and the classic cat whisper (TM). He's patient with all of them, even if it ends up taking half an hour for a single creature. With animals, you have to follow through in order to get things done, even if they also happen to be plants.

If anyone he comes across happens to be chasing or being overly loud trying to catch one, they'll find the brown-haired young man admonishing them.]

Are you trying to get them to make more of a mess?

[Or, he can be found later—although the look on his face isn't exactly bright, the fact that he's carrying several varieties of plant-animals in his arms, including a spinach owl sitting on his shoulder, probably gives off the impression that he really likes the things. The fact that they aren't trying to flee is a pretty good indication that it's reciprocated, too.]

You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a child-proof gate, would you?

[Does Aefenglom even have that sort of thing yet... it seems so simple, surely they do. It's worth a shot.]

E. 9th-15th

[With two bonds with witches and several monster-led classes under his belt, Ferran is certain he can do something—even if the magic that he can feel tingling under the surface isn't the solid, reliable connection to his gem, it's similar enough for him to get the idea. He also doesn't know if it'll actually be of any use, but there's no harm in trying, and he can only do so much part time work before he tires himself out.

At his expansive home in the Haven, he starts trying to glamor the outside, a wave of his hand accompanied by glittering red lights. Any passersby might see him changing something as simple as the color of the front door, all the way up to ornate, floral carvings on the outer walls, or symmetrical stained glass patterns in the windows in a myriad of colors.

It only lasts for a minute or so every time, but it's certainly a start.]

Wildcard.

[OOC: Check out Ferran's info over here, and hit me up over pm or at

lumieresdedragon and we can figure something else out, or I can write you a starter! Generally, this month Ferran can be found: researching a number of topics in available libraries, staring into space at cafes, buying groceries, and doing detail-oriented part-time work like tailoring, organizing and bookkeeping. Maybe even at your business!]

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( he turns his head slightly, as to think about the implications. it would be nice to have another word for it; there are far too many negative meanings with it... )

What do I know? Huh.

( what DOES ranulf know? good question, ferran. )

Find a bond. Even if it's temporary--- there are potions for that. Better to find a witch than another monster. Something about keeping magic in balance between the two.

( and then another thoughtful hum follows. it is nice, not having to worry about changes every month. what might grow or fall off, what might change as the moon passes. )

And I'm willing to help you with anything you might need. These communicators are really interesting! Wish we had these at home. You can contact me at any time.

[Although he wasn't looking for advice—he's done about as much research as he could possibly stand in the past two weeks—he can still see that the laguz is trying to help, so he just accepts it for what it is.]

Right... I did hear about that.

[For some reason, he feels a little more inclined to keep his (impulse) Bonds to himself. Maybe if it's important enough to bring up later, he will.]

Thanks. [Anything is quite the offer. He doesn't know how willing he is to take it, but the thought is there. For a moment, he considers pulling his comm-mirror-watch out, but his memory is good enough.] They're smaller than the kind I'm used to, but at least they work... What's your username?

( what he does know about monsters is a little personal. so he's definitely not going to give out that kind of information. but otherwise, he doesn't know much because he simply has been sticking his head into books regarding his magic. )

Username is 'myaa'. Someone told me that's the sound a cat makes, so... I thought it was short and memorable.

( ranulf offers an awkward smile, something lopsided and amused. )

[Even if he thinks it's a bit silly, there are worse usernames. He simply nods in response.]

Mine is "feal"—F-E-A-L. [Just to make sure Ranulf doesn't end up sending anything over to "feel," which may or may not exist. It's an old word, so not exactly the kind of thing he'd expect everyone to know, and he seems to be used to spelling it out. Ranulf may recognize it the very next day, when Ferran posts his annoyance over moth-related woes!

Back to something he was curious about earlier, though...]

So... you could turn into a cat, you said?

( there are certainly worse usernames, but his feels appropriate. after all that is a sound he can make when shifted though it's been a while since he's enjoyed being in that form.

speaking of which: )

Yes. All laguz can shapeshift. The beast tribe is made up of lions, tigers, cats, and even wolves. I'd say that while cats may be one of the smallest of the group, we're just as proud and fight as ferociously as others.

( not biased or anything. )

I... do you have anything in your world that's remotely like us?

[Ferran has no doubt that they all... do their best, at whatever their culture values. Hunting is probably a big thing with them, he'd guess. Maybe he'll ask, at some point, but for now Ranulf has his own questions.]

We have stories about shapeshifters, but that's about it. If any actually exist, I definitely don't know about them.

[What with magic secretly being a thing, who knows what else could be out there? Not him, that's for sure.]

We just have humans... and we can't really change forms.

Hm. Well, that's okay. I won't hold that against you.

( a smile on his face as ranulf lets the blanket fall away from his head, his ears free to touch the cool air again. another firework goes off and this time he's ready, shoulders rising in surprise but not much else. being with someone to experience this... he feels a lot more comfortable? )

The humans I know here have been pretty kind. So I have some pretty high expectations!

[Ranulf may not be able to get as much vicarious enjoyment of the fireworks out of Ferran due to his subdued mood, but at least there's something there. He looks a little calmer, almost, every time the colors explode in the sky. For a few seconds, he can just pretend he's celebrating a holiday and nothing more.

The cat's statement of expectations draws a huff that's almost a cynical laugh out of him, though.]

Try not to be too disappointed. [Ferran likes to think the best of people, but he knows intimately just how terrible they can be. Not to mention his own flaws...]

( frankly, ferran hasn't come close to being disappointing in any definition of the word. he hopes that the man will become more comfortable with his situation, though... it's hard to say anyone is truly one hundred percent with being here. when he considers his own feelings, he's just grateful to have soren. )

If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here a while longer. Once the fireworks are over, I'll probably take my leave.

( he doesn't want to be a bother but he also doesn't want to leave ferran alone if he still wants the company. even if words aren't spoken. )

[Although Ferran was testy at the start of their encounter, Ranulf has proven himself to be decent enough company. And if he really ends up hating the situation for some reason, he can always get up and leave, himself. It's not like this is his own roof, either, so he'd feel especially rude trying to run Ranulf off.]

Yeah... sure.

( with another bright smile directed toward ferran, he nods silently and continues to watch the skyline for more of the fireworks. he feels a lot more comfortable around this man... though still slightly embarrassed that he took a bit of a dive at the start.

but hey, it beats being around here alone. solemn festivities aside! )

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