[D7, EM] For My A-Muse-ment [Fortune]

[Cyprian Kircheis]

Cyprian sighed heavily, "Hello Mysti." At this point it was almost a guarantee that they'd cross paths occasionally. He privately wondered if there was a Jinn somewhere drawing them to each other. "Petrichor is the smell that accompanies rainfall after a hot, humid day."

Cyprian was dumb alright, but when it came to words he was on the ball. And yet he couldn't help but feel like he'd just been baited.

"Well I'm not sure what the scam is, but our fortune teller is definitely good at fortune crafting." He begrudgingly donates some silver.

[Illiam'iira]

She'd been about to tell Mysti what petrichor is but Cyprian beat her to it! Illia's crowned with another one of her rainbows as she beams a smile, happy to have so many people she likes all around her. "It's a pretty word, too, innit?" She kicks her legs up and down as she starts to sing her words. "My fortune spoke of Fate herself, a portent of the divine, but pity the fool who finds herself woven into a god's design~" She giggles, but it's hollow, turning into a little sigh. "I dunno, it was a bit too vague. But that's just the nature of such things. Did y'all have fun at least? ...well, maybe not you Missy..." Illi offers a gentle side-hug to the dhampir.

[Mysti]

He sat next to her. "It was something regarding armor, actually. I'm not sure what that's about."

Hush came up to sit in front of him.

At this point, heaven and earth ceased to exist. At least for Mysti. All she cared about was the green dog with the tall pointed ears and the poofy tail.

"Oh my god .... that's Hush? So that's what a cooshee is ... he's adorable!" She doesn't make any move to touch him though, figuring he may not want to be handled by a complete stranger. She does giggle rather girlishly and exclaims. "A green dog! I've never seen such a thing."

She gave Whisper the standard once-over gaze and made a little 'hmfff' sound. "Armor? You don't really seem to be the heavy armor type." She leaned in and breathed into the genasi's ear, "We'll talk about that later."

Mysti looked back and forth between Hush and Whisper. "He won't bite if I pet him ... will he? Is he intelligent? I don't want to insult him by treating Hush like a dog when he can understand every word we say."

Cyprian sighed heavily, "Hello Mysti." At this point it was almost a guarantee that they'd cross paths occasionally. He privately wondered if there was a Jinn somewhere drawing them to each other. "Petrichor is the smell that accompanies rainfall after a hot, humid day."

Cyprian was dumb alright, but when it came to words he was on the ball. And yet he couldn't help but feel like he'd just been baited.

"Well I'm not sure what the scam is, but our fortune teller is definitely good at fortune crafting." He begrudgingly donates some silver.

Mysti's enthusiam upon meeting Hush for the first time was subdued a little when she heard Cyprian's heavy sigh. She had some idea what he might have been thinking -- but Mysti already knew this was going to happen. She knew that fate, destiny, historical forces -- perhaps the capricious machinations of higher beings -- would have them dogging each others' steps from now on into eternity until they accomplished ... something. Though she could not say what. If Cyprian wanted Mysti out of his life with the finality of death -- well -- not much she could or ... would do about that. If the infinite planes could not keep them apart, the confines one mere city wasn't about to do the job.

"Petrichor ... thank you, Cyprian," she said. This would have been the first time Mysti had spoken to Cyprian since the Sullen Moon, and while there wasn't any overt hostility, anger, or forboding to her tone, he might have realized and understood that it would've been the first time in a very -- very -- long time when Mysti addressed him like any other person on the street.

"T'would seem as if I'm the only person in Sigil who did not know the meaning of that word. Right Hush? Hmm? I bet you even knew what it meant ... didn't you ..." She gave a brief look around herself before asking Cyprian, "Did you bring Akh with you?"

She'd been about to tell Mysti what petrichor is but Cyprian beat her to it! Illia's crowned with another one of her rainbows as she beams a smile, happy to have so many people she likes all around her. "It's a pretty word, too, innit?" She kicks her legs up and down as she starts to sing her words. "My fortune spoke of Fate herself, a portent of the divine, but pity the fool who finds herself woven into a god's design~" She giggles, but it's hollow, turning into a little sigh. "I dunno, it was a bit too vague. But that's just the nature of such things. Did y'all have fun at least? ...well, maybe not you Missy..." Illi offers a gentle side-hug to the dhampir.

"Hello, Illiam'iira," Mysti greeted with a much softer tone considering Illiam'iira was sitting right next to her. She gave the little rainbow-y drow a bit of a squeeze in return.

"It does make you wonder ... doesn't it? Why fortunes and prophecies are so difficult to decipher -- and almost always something bad. Why not simply spill the information in plain, ordinary common tongue so that it can be put to some use. And perhaps the bad event can be mitigated -- or even avoided altogether."

She gave one of her characteristic shrugs. "Admittedly ... as you guessed, Illiam'iira ... no I wasn't having the best of times. But things have improved significantly since meeting Whisper here. And his cooshee Hush. Have you two met before?"

[Whisper]

Mysti looked back and forth between Hush and Whisper. "He won't bite if I pet him ... will he? Is he intelligent? I don't want to insult him by treating Hush like a dog when he can understand every word we say."

"He's clever, but more instinctual than intellectual." he answered.

Hush, meanwhile, had been studying Mysti. Seemingly satisfied with the examination, he moved closer to her.

[Illiam'iira]

"Yep! Whisp's a good egg and Hush is even better!"

[Mysti]

Mysti slid all the way to the edge of the fountain's lip where she had been perched this whole time. She made a series of soothing noises while patting her leg -- but made sure to never force contact Hush didn't want. But given the crowd gathered at the fountain not to mention the ambient street noise, Mysti figured Hush was a pretty stable sort and not a creature prone to randomly biting people.

"He's been handy in a fight, then, has he?" Mysti asked Whisper as she put a hand out for Hush to sniff.

[Whisper]

Hush sniffed and then moved forward to nuzzle the hand.

"He has, but he's very protective." Whisper said. "I don't like seeing him put himself at risk for me, not against the things I often face."

[Mysti]

"Yep! Whisp's a good egg and Hush is even better!"

Mysti lifts a curious eyebrow as she gently strokes the fur atop Hush's head -- between his pointed ears.

"You two know each other, Illiam'iira? You and Whisper?"

She then chuckles at Whisper but her words were said in that cutesy voice people often use when talking to animals, "Did you hear that, Hush? You're an even better egg than Whisper, hmm? What do you think about that?"

[Whisper]

"He knows it's true." Whisper grinned.

[Illiam'iira]

"Yep!" Illi covers her mouth with her hand, giggling as her eyes glance between the two. It makes her feel a little warm. The girl leans over to whisper -- accidentally a little too loud -- to Mysti, "He's a bit sillier than the tall dark and broody appearance lets on, I think," Before bursting into another fit of giggles.