[Fay laughs, the sound bright and warm. While she doesn't mind dressing up, she certainly understands the sentiment.
As the laughter fades, she studies Piper's face and needs no sense of Craft or psychic scents to tell the young witch is upset about something. Some of her friends have gone recently. Perhaps it's that. Perhaps it's something else. But Fayura doesn't inquire—she has learned not to court other people's troubles, but she also understands the importance of finding the strength to communicate one's troubles on one's own.]
I have tough feet. Too many years spent in places where shoes are only for the important people. Ah, just a moment.
[She draws to the side of the street as a young landen girl comes running toward her. Fayura crouches before the girl, palm held up between them. She calls in a stoppered bottle.]
This is the medicine for your brother. Remember how much?
[The young girl nods. "Two spoonfuls in the morning and at night. Thank you, Lady!" She takes the bottle, throws her arms around Fayura's neck, and then darts off again.
Fayura rises, smoothing her hands down her trousers, and gives Piper a shy little smile.] It seemed smart to cast two spells at once. [Which seems to be her way of saying "kill two birds with one stone."] I hope you don't mind.
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As the laughter fades, she studies Piper's face and needs no sense of Craft or psychic scents to tell the young witch is upset about something. Some of her friends have gone recently. Perhaps it's that. Perhaps it's something else. But Fayura doesn't inquire—she has learned not to court other people's troubles, but she also understands the importance of finding the strength to communicate one's troubles on one's own.]
I have tough feet. Too many years spent in places where shoes are only for the important people. Ah, just a moment.
[She draws to the side of the street as a young landen girl comes running toward her. Fayura crouches before the girl, palm held up between them. She calls in a stoppered bottle.]
This is the medicine for your brother. Remember how much?
[The young girl nods. "Two spoonfuls in the morning and at night. Thank you, Lady!" She takes the bottle, throws her arms around Fayura's neck, and then darts off again.
Fayura rises, smoothing her hands down her trousers, and gives Piper a shy little smile.] It seemed smart to cast two spells at once. [Which seems to be her way of saying "kill two birds with one stone."] I hope you don't mind.