2014.01.03 - Manor New Year

New Year's Eve! It's about 9PM and Rain's offered to let Darix come by. There's even a guest room if he opts to stay over the coldest hours of the night. Either way, Rain will provide him with directions and the key code to the gate. Or she can meet him at the gate! Whatever he likes. Tonight is a cold night, as December gives way to January, as winter marches on. Its icy baton has covered branches, walks and streets alike. Some brave souls have scattered rock salt on the walks - and indeed, Rain's walks are, too. At least he won't be slipping and sliding on his way in. Small snow flakes fall quietly, coating the world in a white blanket.
But INSIDE the manor, despite the manor's size, it is comfortably warm. He is greeted by the Anubis statue, and Rain. A warm fire is going in the fireplace, drinks of a few sorts set out and refreshments. It's modest, since she wasn't expecting much, but hey. She waits quietly, petting a tiny pterodactyl-like dino (one of the very tiny ones! small bird sized and its beak happily filled by a ladybird beetle sized even). The cat in the trenchcoat is curled up in an orange tabby ball by the fire. Yes, he is a fuzzy, heat seaking lump. "Hmm... do you think it was too much to offer an invite over?" She peers to the cat who just merps.
The direction were east to follow and follow them he does. Bundled up in his master bundling ways he marches on through the cold night ignoring the snow flakes that dare to try and freeze Darix Tyner! It really does suck when your sensitive to cold.
The finds the gate, he punches the code, and he makes his way to the door. The Anubis statue causes him a long pause but once he makes it to the door he stands there for a moment. Staring at the door unsure if to knock or-- turn away.
Yet when suddenly wind chill find his exposed part of his face. His eyes go wide and he quickly decides to knock--- only to get away from the freezing cold! Oh well-- no turning back now, huh?
The door opens. "Hi there!" Rain greets him. She smiles warmly to the poor, cold man. "Sorry, my aunt had odd tastes. But I think the statue is growing on me," Rain looks to Anubis. His cold, even stares greet all guest alike. A reminder that death comes. Death judges. But morbid reminder aside, she continues. "Please, come in."
Rain steps aside to let him in to the glorious warmth. "May I take your coats?" She asks, once he's inside and will close the door behind. The manor is warm, and welcoming despite the tinges of gothic, ancient feelings hanging over it. This is clearly - different. But the fireplace beckons, there is an electronic water warmer with hot water for tea, hot cocoa and warm food. It is a fortress against the cold. "We also set aside a room in case you didn't want to just go after midnight. In a strictly noncreepy way." Way to go. "Um..." Fidget. "How are you...?" Yeah, she's - good at being a hostess, having a hard time being social up close though. Oops.
Darix smiles as she greets him, though he remembers there are scarves in the way. So he removes scarves and once again, smiles! He steps inside and chuckles. "Its alright. Besides-- three jackets is allot for a lady to take off." He muses with a playful grin, which as he is talking he is already removing said jackets. Indeed there is three and indeed there is two scarves. He takes off his gloves and stuff those into a pocket and also removes his snow boots off his tenis shoes.
His normal clothing is a white long sleeve shirt, with a pair of black jeans. "I--" He looks over toward the rooms. "I-- might.. um.. take you up on that offer," He says with a sheepish smile. "..and not taken in a creepy way what so ever. I mean, what is-- so creepy about it?" He glances off to the side.
Darix then gives the mansion a once over inside. Checking out everyone. "Also-- this is a really amazing place.. and as far as how I am?" He then looks to her. "Cold, but warming up." He says with a soft chuckle.
Rain smiles back, once she can see his smile, anyway. "Okay. There's a coat rack here if you'd like," She offers. Rain doesn't protest, simply accepting Darix's preferences. She doesn't seem to mind him taking a moment. She actually peers over to the fire, and the critters who seem to be quiet this evening. She has on a simple shirt and jeans, herself. She beams up to him. She tilts her head at his sheepish smile.
"Sure thing. I wasn't sure. Some people might think it's a bit too much. But it gets below freezing most nights." Frown. "Either way, there's several for you to pick from and they're all warm." Beam. "I'd feel bad if you got sick or something," Because it IS redonk cold and he does seem more sensitive to it. Odd, that. She goes quiet as he gives the place a once over. "I'm glad you like it. I inherited it a few months ago," She admits. "And good! There's room by the fire, or um - would you like anything to eat or drink?" She seems happy for the company, eyes a bit wide. The cat just peers up at Darix and the tiny pterodactyl is just chilling in her spot.
"I do! And there's some grilled steaks, sweets, sides... I cook once a week so I can be lazy the rest," A grin. She lists them off. It's modest offerings, but good stuff. Potatoes, desserts, salad... He's welcome to ask for other things, too. The cat in the trenchcoat contentedly ignores Darix. He has a prime spot in front of the fire. Nemi, the tiny, tiny pterodactyl cousin peers up at Darix. She cheeps menacingly(?) at him. Or greets him. Hard to say. But she has a good spot and being between warm and cold blooded, she too, seeks warmth.
At Darix's question, Rain nods. "She is. Related to the pterodactyl," She explains. "I went on a mission with some people to Dinosaur Island. People were experimenting on them and umm... we freed them. But she liked me, so ..." Rain smiles. "I am now owned by a cat and a dinosaur." This is a bit of wryness on Rain's part.
Darix stares at the little dino. He has to admit, its a cute little fella. He sorta wants to walk up to it and go 'hey there', but he wasn't sure how the dino would act to him. Given them both being of the warm/cold blood type. Animals after all, were far more sensitive to things then humans.
The little dino may think of him as a mean ol' Predator or something!
Darix looks over to Rain and hrms softly. "I'll take some steak, sure. Steak, baked potato, aand.." He taps his chin in thought. "Green beans?" He gives a sheepish smile. "But if you need to cook, I can help in the kitchen." He is such a horrible guest.
His attention soon turns back to the dino. Those gold amber eyes looking right at the winged creature with still great interest. "Experiments huh?" He frowns a little. "Pretty cruel people.."
The teeny dino peers back with her alert, dark eyes. She cheeps. She seems curious, too. But wary. She is a wild dino, even if Rain's a good caretaker and registered as a friend to the little dino. She bobbles her head, curious. The cat is a little more awake, in his trenchcoat. Peering at the two.
And to be fair, the tiny dino is a predator in her own right. Just - more to fruits and bugs. Rain smiles. "Those things are made, so no worries. I'll fetch some for you. The hot cocoa's here on the table. I set the water heater out so you could make as much as you like." And it's a very nice hot cocoa.
"You're not a terrible guest. I had no idea what you liked," Rain points out. She looks between him and Nemi, nodding. "Yeah. It was kinda lousy. But they live with some people now. And Nemi is here," She explains. "So it mostly worked out." It would've been nice not to happen period, but that is life. "Be right back. Captain is friendly, but he is a cat." Ponder. Either way, she goes to fetch Darix a plate and food.
"Nemi is your name huh?" Darix says to the little dino. He raises a brow and smirks softly. The man walks over then to get his hot cocoa and makes sure it tastes right. He looks over to the cat and smiles to them. "..And hello to you too, Captain."
Darix then looks around the area once more after Rain leaves to the kitchen. He examines what he can and keeps the cup between his hands, only taking a sip from it once and awhile. He is surprised in some ways how warm it is, for being of its size, but figures it probably has, maybe, a central heater or Rain knows a spell or two... which if the case, is a mild bit alarming.
He then turns to face Nemi once more, before walking over to toward the little dino. He keeps his head down slightly, before placing out his hand very carefully toward it. "You friendly-- or you going to snap at me?" He asks Nemi, unsure of just what the Dino will do.
Cheep! That's how Nemi responds! She seems clever enough to recognize her name, and being a tiny predator, she's probably sharp in her own way. Captain grunts softly, peering up. Cats. Gotta love 'em. He probably is smiling, because Captain does seem pretty content. Rain is quiet in the kitchen, some tinking and kitchen noises going on.
The living room seems to be more autumn themed, a couple of bean bags amidst the more formal furniture. A painting of outer space beside a book shelf. It is rather warm, and it seems Rain did not just use a spell. There is central heating and she augmented the heater to work well. She changed the rules. Magic without magic. So he can probably happily ignore it.
Nemi watches Darix carefully. She cheeps again, extending her head out. She doesn't seem too snappy - he is much bigger, after all.
Darix very carefully reaches up to pet the top of the dino head with just the side of his index finger. He slow as he does this to not startle Nemi-- or at least attempt to not startle her any. He then just as carefully move his hand away as he turns to look at the kitchen.
He tilts his head to the side before looking at Nemi. "Pretty big house for one person, don't you think Nemi? Kinda reminds me of the homes back where I come from. Large-- but they held allot more.. stuff."
Darix takes a sip of the hot cocoa. "..I really hope I never become like them.."
Cheeeeeeep. Ohyeah. Okay, that's good stuff. The dino closes her eyes as she's pet. Well, she seems to like it well enough. Nemi chirrups. It is a big territory for one person! But that's clearly why she has critters. Yes indeedy. Rain is unaware of poor Darix's struggle. Although she does get the impression he doesn't want to be like his family, whatever that may mean.
She returns shortly, with a plate for him. All the things he asked for, fresh and warm. "Here you go. Welcome to my home, by the way. It's sorta weird since I mostly live by myself." Mostly? Hm. "And you can turn on the TV or anything if you'd like. It's usually quiet around the holidays, so I take work off today," She shrugs and smiles. She genuinely seems happy to see him here. "And what do you mean?" Peer.
Darix takes the plate, "Thanks!" and he sits down near a table of some kind, be it table or end-table. He rests down his cup of hot cocoa and then sets the plate on his lap. He does glance over at Captain, perhaps worried that cat may try to steal food if it is given the chance.
"So you got others who stay here as well huh? That is good. I think being alone in a place like this would drive anyone nuts after awhile." He admits as he goes to cut the steak, but pauses when she asks him what he means. "..about what?" He stares up at her looking a little blank and confused. "..never become like them?"
Darix stares down at the plate before him and sighs softly. "My family, actually.. and the whole town I come from." He goes back to cutting up his steak. "I come from a town that is built in the mountains of a valley. They are all very to themselves and don't care much for the outside world beyond their little community."
Darix then stabs a piece of meat and stares at it thoughtfully. "They only deal with the outside world if they have too and.. for work reasons." He then takes a bite of the steak.
Rain smiles. "You're welcome." There's a main coffee table and a couple of end tables. captain eyes Darix. Are ya feelin' lucky!? "Sometimes. Mostly folks who are a bit wayward, so I live alone outside of the critters for now," Rain explains. But when he speaks, she listens. "Yeah," She nods.
She seems sympathetic. "I see. I'm sorry." She tilts her head.
"Sounds like mom's um, business. In a way. It's a family business, they keep to themselves. I wasn't worthy, so now I free lance," Rain explains. "So yeah, I do understand a bit." She has her own plate prepared and has brought it along after he answers. "It's pretty rough striking out on your own. But if there's anything we can do to help, let us know."
"Yeah-- well-- I'm outside the circle because I want to prove them all wrong. They been couped up on the mountain for.. who knows how long and I--" Darix stares at another piece of steak on his fork. Almost wanting to growl at it in his own frustration toward his family and the whole lot. "-- I refuse to be like them. Believing what they believe and just living my life outside of others."
He takes a bite of the steak and chews on it a bit before he goes after some of the potato now. "I mean, it may been find and dandy for such a life so long ago, but with how things are today, its getting kind of silly. How can you expect to live a life that is secluded away from others and just-- never try to extend a hand. They think I'm foolish for what I'm doing and its only going to get me killed.. or worse."
And they could be right. Darix knows that, but he is willing to give it a short.
He sighs softly before he then looks over to her, "So," Darix gets some of the grean beans on his fork. "If you don't mind me asking, what did your folks do?" NOM.
Poor Darix. Rain looks sympathetic. And maybe a bit empathetic because well, witches aren't exactly throwing the coven doors open. Or her faily's not. She eats quietly, listening to him. She has her head tilted a little as she listens. "It depends. Some do it for safety. People don't always take outsiders well," Rain is vague. She's not sure what Darix's great secret is. Or maybe she just says nothing. Eitehr way, she'll let Darix decide when he wants to talk about it.
"Still, I think I like freelance work. I get to travel more. The world is a big place," Rain offers. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, yeah?" She's good at not admitting to being magic. Though, at his question, she kinda goes quiet. "Um. Well. Are you good at keeping something quiet?"
Darix listens as she talks, eating as he listens. Though when she gets to the part about 'can you keep something quiet'. He pauses before he takes a bite and lowers down his fork. He looks her dead in those purple eyes with his gold amber ones. "I can, yes."
After all-- he has his own secrets he hides.
Rain is quiet for a moment, meeting his gold, amber eyes with her own. She takes a deep breath. "We're witches. I wasn't supposed to be, but I shucked fate. That kind of upset mom and the family business. So I got taught and now I work out here. I wasn't worthy of the coven." Shrug. "... that's about the thick of it," Rain smiles weakly. "I'm sorry it's not more exciting. But the coven rarely ventures out, so maybe it was for the better." A little smile.
A witch. That explains the magic Darix was picking up then. He furrows his brows a bit then, before he looks at his plate with his eyes for a moment losing some emotion as he things over just where he now is and what she has just said.
Darix closes his eyes and inhales gently before giving a nod. "So.. your witch even though you were not suppose to be and the coven-- which I am guessing is like a gathering of-- did not want you. So your out here and for the most part-- alone, correct?" He looks over to her.
"But," He smiles softly. "Your secret is safe, because since you wanted to share that-- I'll share something myself." Darix raises up his hand and snaps his fingers, a bit of flame then hangs out above his thumb. He takes his index finger and has that very flame roll over to his index finger, before he then blows out the flame. "..Your not the only one here with magic."
A wiiiiiiitch! Yes, magic broomstick and all. She looks to him. Her eyes are wide, and she's a bit tensed. Is he gonna run off? Some people handle it better than others. "Yeah, a coven is like - a witch's club or gathering or something. I wasn't worthy, so." Shrug. "I am glad in a way. I see a lot and do a lot. And it is part of why I am an occult detective. I look after things this way," She looks to him.
Rain takes another bite as he speaks. "But yeah, I live alone now. I do let people take rooms here, since having a spare room is sometimes nice, yeah?" She goes quiet as he smiles. Her eyes go wide at his magic. "Wow. That's really cool. I had a feeling, but I didn't want to pry." She probably could find out with a spell, but well. That's sort of a dick move in a way. "... neat."
Normally, Darix would run, but in this case. He has come to trust her and honestly, she seems friendly-- and the last time he met someone this friendly he was little kid. "Yeah.. Magic is a natural gift for me.. but.." He then looks down at the left over food. "..it is something I fear greatly."
Darix looks over to her. "I've gotten use to the idea of others around me perhaps having magic, I've had too. Long as know one knows what I am or doesn't fear me.. they have no reason to use their own magic on me. As such, I shouldn't fear those who can.. unless they mean cruel attentions."
Darix then blinks and smiles nervously. "Not that I would ever think you would ever mean cruel attentions! I like you, I mean, well.. I like you.. as a friend.." He looks off to the side a bit and taps his fork on the plate. "You know.. cause.. your nice.. and such.." He quickly places another bite of steak in his mouth. That is when he realizes, that is his last piece of steak. Pity.
Rain is glad he's not running! She looks over to him. "Many of us do, in a way. But having it means you're a little better off than some poor mortal sap. Not that that may mean much," Rain concedes. She looks over to him. "Really? Most folks here don't. A few do," She considers. "And there's always some jerks. They tend to get weeded out though, if they are that bad." She remarks. Poor guy. Really. Rain seems concerned.
She smiles back as he does. "I wouldn't - do anything harmful to you," She promises. "And er - oh - um." Rain turns a bit red. She nods. "Yeah. I am - glad for your company. I like you - as a - uhm, friend - yes." It's a bit soon for much else, she would imagine! She thinks that's what he means? She's not sure. She doesn't seem offended, more startled. Ahem. "Oh, did you want more?" She's going to make the save. Or fry trying. "I think I understand what you mean. Maybe." She is shy. And falls quiet.
Darix looks at the plate as she offers for more. It is easy to tell he is debating this answer. He could say yes, ever so easily, but at the same time-- he needs to act human. Besides, all the extra food would be used for staying warm, yet it was pretty nice here.
"Nah. I'll be ok, thanks though." He says with a smile to Rain. He then places the plate down on he table before he leans back into the couch, looking at the fire now. He stares at it for a long moment, watching it flicker and twirl. "Hey Rain," Darix then looks over to her. "If someone wasn't even human, like not even that species at all, would you still be friends with them.. or treat them the same? No matter what they were?"
It is warm here. And there seems to be extra out. But she nods. Rain smiles a little as he smiles at her. "Sure thing. There's plenty more if you decide otherwise," She offers. The fire is mundane, stirring and popping as wood burns. Rain listens. She looks to him.
"Huh? Yeah, I have quite a few friends who aren't human. Some're aliens, some are from other time lines, realms or other species, and there's all sorts. What's up?" She seems curious and surprised. "I mean, it's strange, I guess. But most of them seem really pleasant in their own ways. Even the grumpy and kinda pointy ones."
Darix listens as she explains those she knows. He taps his thumbs together, mauling over if he /really/ wants to say it. 'I'm a witch'. He closes his eyes, as he grinds his teeth a little. Concern and worry crosses over his face. She gave away her own 'secret' and the best he could do is show that he too had the ability to conjure spells and yet-- yet that wasn't even /half/ of it.
Maybe she also wouldn't believe him. Maybe she would laugh or maybe she would become scared. There was even a part of him wondering why such things should matter. Why the hell did he come here in the first place?!
He runs his hands through his black messy hair before he lets out a long exhale, then just holds his head for a bit. "I don't want you to.." He pauses at his own words and lets out a low growl in frustration, before he then goes to stand up.
Darix turns to face her, looking at her for a moment before he jaw tenses for a moment, as if trying to build up courage to speak. "..the-- the one thing I was taught was to never trust humans.. the second was to never truth those who could use magic who were not one of us-- yet as a child I befriended a human.. and I left home out to prove, well as I said, we didn't have to hide anymore."
Darix looks down at his hands, they clench tightly. "Though my time in college and through work, I have met people and watched them go. Yet I have never told anyone, because--" He lowers his head. "--because maybe I have come to fear.. and now given a chance to trust someone fully.. I'm not sure if I should," He looks directly at her, "..or if I'm going to make a very crucial mistake.. but... I'd like someone to know-- someone I can trust just encase.. just encase something happens.."
Rain pauses. She seems confused. Aw. Poor guy. "Hey. If you don't want to say right away, it's okay," She offers. She seems to trust him enough for it to be now or later. "But it does seem to be weighing on you," she considers. She knows he is magic. Rain seems to be one who believes easily. She's befriended all sorts, really. There's definitely sympathy, as she peers at him with her dark purple eyes. "Don't want me to what? Am I being - um, too friendly?" Creepy?
She looks really concerned now. '... never trust humans? And - ? " She looks confused. If he's not to trust humans, does that mean...? This is clearly an agonizing decision for him. "I see. Hm. Would anything help? I don't mind an oath or something. This manor is sometimes a refuge, and if a person within serves as that, too... then I am glad to help," She offers.
Darix Tyner places his hands behind his head and he stares up at the ceiling. Trying to convince himself that everything will be alright. "Your-- your fine, Rain." He then lowers his arms and looks at her. "Your not being creepy and if anything, I feel like I've maybe known you for years-- even though that isn't the case.. which is what is making this so difficult."
He looks off to the side then, looking at her cat for a moment, before he looks back at her. "But yes, please.. don't tell anyone this.." He shifts his weight, rubbing the back of his neck. "The reason I can even do spells.. and not suppose to trust humans is because of what I am. For generations mankind has hunted down my species, forcing us to hide. We have, for the most part become myths of legends. People dream of us, but never believe we are real. If they have seen us-- they run in fear."
Darix then looks at her. "You see, Rain.. where you are a witch.. I'm a--" He pauses and grits his teeth for a moment before he lowers his head. "I'm.. I'm a... I'm a drag--" he almost gets caught up trying to say it. Fearing, but he manages to force it out, if only under a hushed voice, "...I am a dragon.. That is my big secret.."
Poor Darix. She'd just hug the poor guy to make him feel better. Or something. His distress touches her and there's a look of concern. Poor Dorix. They've only met, but... Her eyebrows furrow and she looks to him. "I - hm." Well, she's glad she isn't being creepy. She watches him quietly a moment. "Your secret is safe with me. I hold many secrets. Some of which will die with me," Rain states quietly, simply. She walks shadows as easily as she smiles, it seems.
For now, her expression is serious, considerate. She doesn't speak until the end of his confession. Her eyes widen a bit. He's a dragon. Okay. He's. A Dragon. badasses in D&D. People dream of, envy and fear. Some worship them and some ... well, let's leave that to google. It is a solemn, touching moment. And she appreciates the gravity of it. The fire is the only noise for a moment, aside from Captain's soft breathing. "I believe you. I am sorry your people have suffered so much." It isn't fair. "Though, I have to say, you are the first dragon I have met who hasn't tried to kill me. The only ones I have seen were undead, though." She's not sure wyrms count. "Your secret is safe here." She promises. "And thank you for sharing it with me. You are the first dragon I have befriended." She smiles a little. "... and one who likes coffee." Yes. She remembers!
Darix says it and he waits for-- something. He actually has his eyes closed and is just waiting, yet it seems in the silence, when Rain speaks, he finds his eyes opening slowly. There was no rebuttal for his honestly, only still a friendly smile and the woman he-- perhaps not intentionally-- laid a bit of a flirtation with in a coffee shop.
Those gold amber eyes stare at her for a moment, soft really and he lowers his head. "Thank you.." He says softly, "And yeah, haha. We enjoy coffee." He scratches the back of his head with a boyish grin. "..and most have tried to kill you.." Darix blinks a few times at that. "..well.. I know they use to joke about sacrifice virgins to appease a dragon-- but you don't strike me as the right sacrificial type.. more like one that should be sang too.."
After he says that, his nose twitches and then he face-palms softly. His other hand coming to rest on his hip, as his index finger taps gently. "..ok.. that..." he laughs softly. "..that was kinda bad.." he places up his hands and just shakes his head. "So don't like curse me or something.."
Awww. Poor Darix again. She just smiles at him. She has offered to keep his secret and she thinks highly of him. She watches him quietly. She seems amused. And touched, perhaps. If she noticed the flirting, perhaps she thought it was nice. Maybe she's touched by the softness. Her own gaze is warm and thoughtful. Even that boyish grin is a bit cute! Enough to melt a little at least. Inwardly. If Rain REALLY started melting, it'd be a real horror show.
"Oh my. And um." Her eyes widen and she turns red at the virgin sacrifice joke. Rain laughs. "That was pretty bad," She stays blushing. She shakes her head and smiles. "I wouldn't curse you. Although... you sing?" She peers at him, curious and amused. "It was kind of cute, in a dark way." Even so! "But even if a dragon ate me, they'd only be hungry again an hour later." Alas! "I'm sure I taste funny anyways."
Darix listens to what she has to say and he almost blushes. His eye kind of twitches. Does she even realize what she is saying-- or has this conversation somehow gone that way in his head? Probably has and which case he quickly shakes his head to try to get his brain to reboot.
"I uh, haha. I do sing, yeah, but I'm not the best at it." He laughs a bit more, rocking on his heels for a moment. "But I do have to pick up a few attributes to take away from the fact I'm twenty feet tall or so.. and about twice as long."
"..and I'm not even considered an adult.." He rumbles softly with a 'hrm'.
Oh my. Did she overdo it? Rain looks alarmed, turning red again. She looks apologetic. "S-sorry." That was a bit much. Do dragons sing at people they like? The sight is enough to make one comtemplate it, perhaps. She is quiet as he brain reboots. "I am sure you are still a fine singer," She offers. "And really? Twenty feet?" That's enough to make her boggle. And about 40 feet long...? Geez. "And you aren't?"
"Wow." Wait. Does that mean she's - is he underaged!? Eek! Rain isn't sure what to make of it, really. For now, she just lets herself be in awe for a moment. "That's pretty tall." And big. But you never tell a dragon his butt is big. Or could be big. His tail? Does he have a tail? "... that does explain the rumbling. But it's charming."
"In human years I'm Thirty two." Darix explains, "..but as a dragon, I'm like a teenager. We have very long lives you see. Many can live to be around five hundred or even older." He frowns at this. "..though it isn't something I'm very proud of.. given the fact I will out live anyone I come to care about or even cherish."
He tilts his head, "Do witches have long lives? Because to be honest, your the first witch I've ever met." He then hrms, "Also nothing to be sorry about. I just tend to have a tongue that slips and I sometimes speak before thinking." He rubs the back of his neck. "Something I've been working on."
"... really? My aunt was a couple of centuries old when her house landed on her." Rain considers it. "Some do. Some don't. I don't know which I am, although - probably not since I am unsure of how strong my ties to the bloodline are. But if nothing else, think of it like having a beloved goldfish. You aren't together long, but you enjoy your time with it," She points out. "Each memory is still precious, yeah?"
Rain is quiet at that. "And um. That's alright. It's kind of charming. Besides, you are young and - well. We all make mistakes," She adds. "I have a hard time saying the right thing a lot of the time."
"..I'm not /that/ young.." Darix rumbles softly with a mild annoyed look on his face. "Besides, if I didn't even tell you I was like a teenager in dragon terms, you wouldn't have cared nor have said that, right?" He says stepping over and leaning in slightly with a playful grin.
He stares at her for a moment before he stands back up and then places his hands behind his back. There was a smile on his face as he shakes off the air of having to worry about her finding out what he is. "..and your.. wow.." He blinks at the house thing actually dawns on him. "...so kind of like wizard of oz.." He blinks again. "..man.. that.. that kind of sucks.."
Awww. She didn't mean to annoy him. Rain looks apologetic. "Well. I mean - I - the creepy thing! Don't want to do that," Rain admits. "I do care now, but - you're right," Rain replies. She concedes the point, turning even more red as he steps over and leans in. His grin does make her smile though. It's cute! "I am sorry." She looks to him, staring back for a moment.
"I am. And yeah... it does. I miss her, but her drinking habits caught up to her," Rain explains. "We knew she had a problem. And one day she was casting spells drunk involving her house." It doesn't take a genius to figure out in a fight of woman vs manor, the manor will win. "But, I remember her fondly and do my best. That's all. I just have to watch out for falling houses myself. Seems to be an alarmingly common way to go." Wince.
Darix listens to what Rain has to say. She is kind of cute when she blushes and she does it so easily! He hrms softly at the house thing and then looks at the manor. "Well," He crosses his arms over his chest. "If any houses try to crush you, I'll make sure to keep that from happening. Houses don't fare well against dragons after all." He says with a mild bit of proud tone in his voice.
Which he blinks at and then rubs his forehead. "Not-- Not that someone couldn't build something that a dragon couldn't take down, but.. you know what I mean. Dragon fire, dragon jaws.. so on.."
Darix then lowers down his hand, before he decides to take a sit on the floor, resting his arms over his knees as he looks at her. "So.. this has been an interesting New Years Eve.. and perhaps going to be an interesting New Years..." he chuckles softly. "A dragon and a witch, inside of a manor with her two pets and both of them getting along so easily with only just meeting."
"Sounds a bit like some of those fantasy novels I've read."
D'aw. Rain smiles back to him. "Thanks. And no, I bet not..." Rain considers. She looks happy at the proud tone in his voice. She beams at him. On hearing it. "Well, I'm sure they'd have time and plenty of ways to figure something out, even if chompings or fire didn't work," Rain points out. She seems amused, but touched all the same. "... but thank you. I'm glad." She watches him, looking to him.
Rain looks thoughtful. "And it is. But I think all ups and downs considered, I look forward to it. It's a good start." There are worse friends in the world one could make, and by all definitions, this is a positive, happy one! She curls up a bit where she sits, folding her legs beneath her. Captain seems amused that the fellow is sitting on the floor. Merp? "I am happy you came by."
"I'm glad you invited me. Better then sitting around in my apartment alone all the time." Darix admits with a smile on his face. He looks over at Captain before placing his hand out toward the cat. "The last time I truly had a friend who wasn't another dragon was when I was little.. we use to hang out all the time, but then he had to move away.. and I lost contact until I moved away with anyone outside of the town I come from.."
Darix looks at her, "So I'm glad I've made the right choice."
"Yeah," Rain agrees and smiles. It does beat being alone. Captain grunts softly, standing, streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetching impossibly as cats are wont to do and giving the offered hand a sniff with his orangey triangular nose. Sneef. "And really? I'm sorry," She frowns a little. Rain seems sympathetic. Poor guy. He's been pretty lonely. And Rain looks back to him, touched by all of this story.
"That's good." Smile. "I think so, too. By the way, do you like roasting marshmallows or anything?" If he's staying the night, maybe it'd be interesting to try a dessert. Or something. Not make either of them too nervous or flaily. "... and the truth of it is, I am touched that you told me." Entrusting someone with info is a big deal in the magic community, after all.
Darix gives Captain a scritch under the chin if he allows it. He looks over to Rain. "Roasting Marshmallow? You mean like smores?" He smirks. "Man.. I haven't had smores since I was a kid."
Captain allows it. He looks like a hardboiled kitty detective, but he's friendly. Rain looks back over to Darix and grins. "Well, you could roast a potato, or several other things if you prefer. But it's probably more interesting than watching me turn red over and over," She admits. ... he is still adorable, she's just more careful now.
Darix would be kind of annoyed if he realized that Rain was now all be cautious, though thankfully he is clueless to this. "Nah, Marshmallows is fine!" He says looking back at her, before he goes to stand up at last and then offers her his hand. "Just so long as those Marshmallows don't put a spell on me."
... well, she might, or might not. Annoying dragons is a fast way to end up a tasty snack or launched into orbit for amusement. For now then, she accepts the situation, smiling as he looks to her. She accepts the hand up. And he is freaking adorable. But she wouldn't say THAT. Do dragons do adorable? Hmm. "And sure thing. Um. No. I got them at the store for a couple of bucks or so?" Rain thinks. She pauses, uncertain how long to linger there as she stands now. "There's a couple of steel sticks by the fireplace." She grins. He gets to pick first. Guestright!
Darix helps her to her feet and doesn't move away, nor does he shove her away either. He just smirks at her for a moment. "Well, who says you couldn't when I have my back turned? I mean, that is how witch magic works right?" He has no clue. He really doesn't. He then slides his hand away before he walks over to were the metal sticks are.
He looks at them with a raise brow and turns to face her, "These right?"
Rain smiles at his smirk. It's hard not to. "I could forward or backwards. But why would I do that? Not only would it be mean in general, it's even worse to be cruel to one's own /guest/ and friend," She points out. "Also, I suspect annoying a dragon with magic would end all sorts of badly for me. The least of which would be annoying you," She points out. "And yup! There's too much frost on the sticks outside," Frown. Cold.
With that then, Rain goes to fetch the bag of marshmallows and other things they need for proper s'mores. Including a couple of plates.
The dragon hiding in man's clothing chuckles softly. He looks at one of the sticks with a mild cant of his head, before looking at Captain. "I don't even think I could smoke her if I wanted too.." He then points the metal stick at him. "En garde!"
Yeah. Darix can be a goof.
Rain smiles as he chuckles. She watches the interplay between man and cat for a moment. The cat sort of merps, stands on his hind legs - which looks even more amusing with his trenchcoat on, and sniffs at the stick. Or at least, tries to get close enough. It's a rather goofy scene all in all.
But having a sense of humor is charming. Rain returns with the things, and giggles. "Awww. I think he likes you." There's 'mallows, chocolate bars, the graham crackers and a couple of plates. "Captain's a hardboiled detective, but he tries."
"Hardboiled Detective eh?" Darix says back as he goes to rest the stick on his shoulder. "He probably is the best detective you have around these parts. After all, nothing gets by a cat."
He looks at the chocolate, marshmallows and gramms brought out. He grins softly and then goes to hand Rain her stick before going to sit by the fire to roast some mallows. "So, what about your family? Do you still talk with them.. or..?"
"Oh, he's very talented. He also gets all the information. People love to talk to kitties," Rain sagenods. Captain just sniffs, falling back onto all fours. He has decided to see what's happening over /here/. Rain smiles at his soft grin.
She accepts the stick and sets things out between the two of them. "Not really. They'll help me if it's dire, but that whole 'unworthy of the coven and not supposed to be a witch in the first place' sort of put a crimp in the relationship," She admits quietly. There's some sadness and disappointment. "I guess I was more a servant."
"More of a servant?" Darix asks raising a brow as he places the marshmallow on the stick and makes sure its on their good before he places over the fire. "If you don't mind me asking-- what do you mean by.. more of a servant?"
"Eh? Oh, I'm just lowly. They didn't think much of non-magical humans. But - well, witch hunters are still a thing and I'm sure history's recorded a few instances." And the term witch hunt being used to describe a thorough hunt for a scape goat, well. "And since I had magic when I wasn't supposed to, it threw a wrench into a lot of their plans." She goes quiet. "I'm not exactly a powerful witch anyway."
"They're all super beautiful, megapowerful..." Handwave. "And I am a cosmic disappointment. A genetic letdown." Sigh. "But I work much more quietly and that's all I can ask for." She nudges another piece of wood into the fire, to keep it going.
"Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Darix states with simple ease as he rotates the marshmallow on his stick. "I think your very pretty and I'm sure your heart is far more gold then there's will ever be." He pulls the marshmallow out of the fire to take a look at it.
He then gets the two gram crackers setup, along with the piece of chocolate before he places the marshmallow on it. Grumbling as the gooey-mess attempts to stick to his hand. He licks his fingers off once he does manage to get it on the chocolate and then smashes it down. "And I'm sure if you tried hard or place some spirit behind it-- you could be more powerful then they ever thought of being."
Darix then bites down on the smore and chews it contently. Mm. Smoooresss.
Rain looks thoughtful, and turns red at the compliment. She skewers a marshmallow and grins over. She puts the marshmallow over the fire, turning it a bit. She smiles. "T-thanks. I appreciate your kind words. It's nice of you," She nods. Rain seems touched.
She grins at his grumbling. It's a bit cute. And soon her marshmallow is similarly treated, her face twisting a bit as she tries to unstick the marshmallow onto its target piece of chocolate and get squished down. "Maybe. Maybe not. Sometimes potential is limited, sometimes not. I figure I'd pick up a drinking habit if I keep thinking about it and comparing myself to others," She states simply. "Like, all the cute female superheroes running around or cosmic deities or - well. Um. I'd better not. I don't need a drinking habit." Grin. She has a sense of humor, at least.
He listens to her words as he munches on the smore. Darix slowly raises an eyebrow and then nibbles some more. He doesn't really press on the issue, though he is thinking how silly she is for not thinking more highly of herself.
"No one needs to get in a drinking habit. Now a drinking game may be amusing, but could be also very dangerous." He then holds what remains of the one smore in his mouth as he preps another marshmallow. Once that is done, he finishes the smore he has.
Rain doesn't seem to think highly of herself in the slightest. But she seems to accept it. She just looks to him and laughs softly. "Yeah, it probably would be," she admits. "There is some wine and champaign if you wished. My aunt's habits of being a booze hound have left me with a formidable liquor cellar," She offers. "But I guess some champaign or bubbly is traditional, huh?" She considers it. Or there's wine if he likes. Even if he's a dragon teenager, he is an older human and Rain has decide to drop treating him as a teenager.
She pauses though, to take a bite out of her own s'more. Mmm, impossibly sweet.
Darix thinks about that as he makes his second smore and probably last one as he doesn't want to make himself sick. "Mmm. I like either really. Though I don't normally tend to drink." He admits. "I mean, dragons can get drunk just as easily as humans can and I've always been worried if I drank to much-- I would accidentally.. shift back."
Darix then looks at her for a moment, before looking at the smore and working on that one now. He stares at the fire once more as he sits there. There was a long moment of silence from him really, before he at last speaks up again. "So.. um.. do you get guests over often or..?"
Rain is quiet as he speaks. She smiles a little. "Me either." Drunken witches? Could end all kinds of badly. "But I guess - we don't have to do that, or do so lightly." She offers. "There are warm drinks here, after all," She notes. She seems content with the alternative, too, it seems. "I am sure you're an awesome looking dragon though." Can she imagine it? She considers Darix a moment. Golden eyes- bout 40 feet long... hmmm.
She turns red again. Oops. She starts in on a second s'more, enjoying the moment quietly alongside him. "Not too often. I seem to find wayward sorts, mostly time travellers, lost occultists, that sort of thing. I don't mind. It's sort of a refuge." She shrugs and smiles. "99 percent of the time, it's just me."
"That has to get pretty lonely sometimes." Darix says softly as he finishes off the smore and then leans back on his hands looking at the fire. "Though to meet those kind of people-- like time travelers. That has to be a really interesting experience."
He then looks up at the ceiling about then, before he decides to just flop back. His arms coming to rest under his head as he stares upward. Those gold, amber eyes seeming to look up as if day dreaming for a moment, though he does huff a bit to get a part of his red bang mixed with the black out of his face. He then looks over to her, "..also forgive me for being blunt but.. you're really cute when you blush."
"Sometimes," Rain admits. "I make a good number of friends and connections, as I do my healing and detective work. It is interesting! But sometimes it's hard. I don't want to be insensitive towards people, but there are some things and experiences I can never fully understand," She admits. But Rain seems happy enough for it.
Rain looks to him as he decides to flop back. She quirks a smile, at how relaxed he seems to be. Is he day dreaming? And moving his hair out of his face. It's cute! She pauses. Her eyes widen. "I - o-oh. Thank you." She's fighting it, trying not to turn red, but alas. She is. She looks sheepish, half grinning and trying not to blush. Her face is a bit comical, trying desperately not to redden. "I am glad." Really. "... I think honesty is valuable, in its way." So blunt is interesting and just dandy.
Darix chuckles softly and then smirks at her. He is running out of things to say, he admits. He furrows his brows a bit and looks at her before looking toward the ceiling again. "..Maybe once this winter lets up.. and if I don't somehow get in trouble," He chuckles a tad. "..maybe... I'll show you what I look like.. you know.. as a Dragon.."
"Maybe even give you a ride." He adds as an after thought. "I mean," He then looks at her, "Who wouldn't like to ride a dragon, right?" Then he looks away once more. "Consider it, hm, a sign of gratitude toward the good times.. and me not being fully sure how to repay those.."
Rain smiles at Darix's chuckle and smirk. She likes seeing him happy. "Oh?" Her eyebrows lift, as she watches him. "... that'd be cool," She seems impressed and curious. As if Rain hadn't already imagined what Darix in dragon form would be like. Is he a red dragon? Black dragon? Hmmm, maybe silver or gold... She peers over.
"Ah! Neat!" Hey, why not? She looks to him as he looks to her. "Only if it's respectful and okay. I don't know that a broomstick ride is as interesting though," She furrows her eyebrows. "And um. You don't have to. They're mutually enjoyable," She grins. Thank heavens she's stopped thinking of him as a teenager, at least. "Just enjoy them. That's all you need to do, really. And cherish them." For her lifespan may be but a breath by comparison.
Darix frowns a little as she reminds him of how short life is in difference of times. For him, its so long-- you can make mistakes and get around them, but for a normal person, even maybe for her.. it.. it could be far shorter.
He closes his eyes about then and sighs softly. "Its no big deal. You wont even weigh anything and it be easy to carry you. Just we need to do it out of sight. Hate for people to catch a glimpse.. and typically when the winter is over, I go off for a day or two and stretch my wings."
Darix opens his eyes once more and goes to sit up again. "Thank you for the smores too. They were really good." He then proceeds to stand up.
It's not intentional, but humanity has to remember that. She might well live a few centuries, she might have years or decades at best. It's kind of a crap shoot for a witch, it seems. Not to mention all of the mortal hazards. "Hey... don't frown. That's just - reason to cherish it, it is all." She shakes her head. "Besides, I doubt I'll kick the bucket so soon." She smiles a little. "And if you're sure. I will look forward to it." She promises.
Rain looks to the time. "Wow. It's completely late. There is a warm room set up for you. It catches the morning and afternoon soon, so it's a touch warmer." She smiles. "I found some extra blankets. And you're welcome to start the fireplace if it does get too cold." She seems alright with leaving it warm for him. "The thermostat is in the hallway - there," She points it out, in case he really does get that chilly. "I should probably show it to you before I fall asleep on the rug." Not to mention, she should put the fire out. Food is to be set aside, too.
Darix doesn't reply right away. Perhaps the good times was over and now some realities were sliding in. Whatever those could be, only he really knows. Though he does slowly start to smile again, even if a gentle one. "Thanks and maybe an extra blanket should be fine." He takes note where she points to the thermostat. "..and noted."
Tyner then starts to make his way for the room and he stretches his arms above his head before he looks over his shoulder to her. "I also promise to not be a morning burden to you. I'll probably leave out sometime by morning-afternoon. I'm sure you got things going on later in the day."
After those words he walks into the room before he turns around to look at her, those eyes almost seeming to glow in the shadows. "..Sleep well though, Rain and.. thanks all the same for the evening."
The good times aren't really over! They just ebb and flow. She smiles back. "And sure, there's as many as you like. or don't like." Rain considers it. "I hope I didn't make you sad," She considers it. "Because... this evening was fun," She smiles to him. Rain will direct him to his room, nodding. Then pausing. "Do you think I would invite you if I ever thought you a burden of any sort?" She grins at him. "It would be dishonest. So don't fret. I will probably be making breakfast at some point," She notes.
She looks to him, his eyes almost seeming to glow in the shadows. "I will. And you're welcome. Thank you, too. It was fun."
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