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After Bahili manages to get a snake to eat the egg, he arrives back to find a discouraged Unya. "I could try and help" he offers with a warm but still timid smile.
Unfortunately he only manages to help find one of the places to deliver.
Bahili looks at the retreating Unya, chewing his lip and obviously thinking really hard, before sighing and offering himself to help with the snakes.
First the snakes in question will not eat the egg. "It is a perfectly good egg. Please..." but no, then the driud heads out to find a hungry snake, which proves fruitless as well.
"delivering the mail is a very important job." the young man says with some anxiety. Worried that the task is being given to students, even highly capable ones like them.
"Oh... Um... okay" the poor man is easily pulled along.
"I can try it." Bahili offers with some nervousness, having never done anything like this before.
The young druid meticulously follows every instruction Mariama gives them. Double, and triple-checking, each time before moving on to the next step. As he hangs the cold iron bells, he whispers over and over the instructions.
"Oh, are you okay?" Bahili asks Unya, pulling out a handkerchief to try and wipe off the purple dust, trying to clean her off without touching her because that would be rude.
"So many up the tree." Bahili worries a bit, further deciding a ball of fire would be a bad idea. That leaves him wondering what to do, but as Unya is pummeled, he breaks out of his indecision. Casting two spells on her in quick succession, one to heal and the other to help her tear into the bad shroom.
"A bad 'myceloid'" Bahili corrects politely "Its spores can give one the purple pox which will allow it to psychically influence the sufferer." the druid goes over his spells in his head quickly and decides sending a ball of flame into the tree would not be good, so instead he pulls his club and shield into the ready positions.
"I can try. It doesn't sound too different than some things I've done before." If the others agree, Bahili starts. Following Anchor Roots direction miticulously, the young man manages to get it done. "Is it right?" he asks Root with worry.
Once at the butchers, Bahili suggests "There is no reason for us all to wait. Maybe a few others can look for additional sources of bones, just in case these are not 'lucky'?"
"Oh, she is lovely." Bahili complements Anchor Root on the splendid fuzzy caterpillar and the beetles as well. He obviously want to chat about them but between gulps and flinches even he can sense conversing would be painful for the little gnoll.
"Thank you, Anchor Root, for taking your time to show us." Bahili says to the nervous gnoll. He has never made oils before and isn't quite sure how to go about it.
Understanding finally dawns on the polite young lad "You're an Anadi!" he blurts out in shocked glee, before sense hits him with the knowledge of yelling one's race out in public is not good manners. He bows quickly "I deeply apologize. I have never met one of your wonderous people before..." Bahili's main fasination is with bees of course, but spiders are adjacent enough he had spent a lot of time studying them as well.
Talking spiders might be a new experience for Bahili, but he wracks his brain about the possibilies as he quickly tries to cover up his surprise with a deep bow of welcome "It is an honor Strands-of-Glowing-Dawn Tzeniwe. I am Bahili and this is..." he introduces each of the cohort.
"'Okapi was amazing" Bahili agrees with Firinn.
Bahili's heart races as he is pressed against, unable to keep the color from exploding in his cheeks. He does manage to keep his voice level "Thank you, Miss Unya." then he hurries on to the warehouse. "fascinating" he says softly, watching back and forth between the gremlins and Okapi.
"... fey creatures, causes misfortune to nearby creatures... and..." he looks up at Okapi "They are enamored by gnolls."
"Pugwampis... I think..." Bahili thinks...
before:
Bahili stops breathing for a moment, eyes wide, heart thumping near out of his chest, but then the two catfolk were tussling, and he takes the opening as he can. Standing quickly, he babbles "I... I think I should settle into my room, now, I think, yes. Thank you for the refreshment and... um... yes. Good night." the young flustered man hurries out.
from earlier:
Breathlessly he tries to gather himself as the amurrunian climbs on top of him, further muddling his attempts at gathering. "I... I don't know... what... you mean." his sisters had teased him relentlessly, knowing he would not retaliate. His main defense has always been to plead ignorance. "Ojofiris are quite pretty birds, so I've heard." Bahili tries to remember all that he has.
Bahili's eager eyes turn toward Unya, but not fast enough before he is... UNDER HER! Politeness continues to work against him "Uh, wh-HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHhhAHHAHAH" the poor man has no defense against soft velvety fingers that seem to know every weak spot. At least the exploding guffaws eclipse the other feelings that might have fought for his mind's attention.
"Oh that would be..." the enthusiasm Bahili shows is stunning really, as a young child suddenly being asked if they would like the wall to be made of fudge and the air to taste of cotton candy. His eyes ignite, he leans toward the lounging Chizire. "... lovely" he manages not to gush, so completely, just minorly. It seems like he has some kind of affinity with bees.
"Hammock... yes, mother called them Pods, my sister's called them eggs. But hammocks for sitting is the most recognizable." he gives a brief smile of thanks to the purring Chizire, before turning to look anywhere else as the sudden desire to pet her comes way too close to the surface. "The cushions are comfortable, yes!" he doesn't lounge, but sits as straight as he can and sips the quite strong brew. "Honey? Does this have honey in it?"
"Cushions?" Bahili concentrates on something else as he tugged toward the sitting area "We use... um... hanging chairs..." his mind stutters on what they are called. "In the jungle there is an abundance of creatures that will bite or sting, so we rarely relax on the floor." but he settles down on a cushion anyway, since that is what is polite "And if we need the space all the seating can be pulled up to the ceiling with ease."
"Oh! Is that a Zantedeschia aethiopica?" Bahili sees the shade loving lily growing in Chizire's room "Bumblebees love the aroma of them, I did my best to grow a patch in the hollow without much success, what did you use?" Bahili grows excited at the wrong parts of the offering.
"I..." Bahili's eyes were turn from his high five, back to the eyes of Unya, and can only find himself nodding in response.
"Rain-Scribes is the branch I wish to join!" Bahili says with enthusiasm. "adaptability in thoughts and deeds, a traveller and a guide in touch with the natural world around them as well as flowing around the world that moves on its own.'" Bahili repeats the words that drove him to come here. Determination as well as respect in his voice.
"The Magaambya have defended the area for centuries, have they not? So teaching offensive magic seems like it would be on the curriculum. Or were you meaning the intended use of the magic?" Bahili asks out of curiosity.
"Good Evening, Haibram Thodja and Mariama Keitana" Bahili bows "I am Bahili Nyuki, son of Zuri Nyuki, of Nyukimji, glassworks inspired by nature and a delicate touch." he is beginning to caff at his promise to his mother to promote their glassworks, but only slightly... so far.
Bahili is polite, he has been raised as such and falls back to it in nearly all times of stress and nervousness. In some ways it can become a trap. Such as now. He cannot think of a good way to retreat without offending the lovely Unya, so he wipes he mouth (good manners when one is done with dinner) and gives her a quick hesitant smile "Thank you for placing your trust in me to help... define a better working environment between... our species."
A delicious-looking pepper, all vivid in its redness, is halted on its way up to Bahili's mouth. A mouth that stays open for more time than is prudent, as the owner stares in wonder into the pale orbs. The pepper feels ignored, so does as any ignored pepper would do and jumps off his fork to land with a satisfying Plop into his plate. His mind is jarred back into motion at that sound "Talk, you want to talk, yes. Um... wouldn't it be better to trade information that will help us all interact with each other in a group setting, maybe in the common area of our dormitory?" he is uncertain of his ability to concentrate otherwise.
Growing up in a family of five very lively older sisters, Bahili found the best way to make it through every meal was to... keep quiet. Something he is finding to also be a good tactic in his first academic dinner with his cohort. He doesn't get around to expressing his abilities or interest in magic with Drazhan.
All that... but he is still choosing silence as a way of dealing with it all. Seems prudent.
Bahili was going to answer Root but Okapi enthusiastically started conversing with her. Instead, Bahili went to pick a room. He doesn't care about size but prefers one with a window if he can get it. Opening one of the doors, he sees both a window and a stunningly bright yellow rug. Like a puddle of honey. Just like home. Since no one else is clamoring for this one, he moves in. Instead of going back out immediately, he spends some time removing his best robes, all six layers of it. Drenched best robes are bad best robes. After drying off, he dons some of his work clothes, plain white but sturdy tunic, and brown breeches.
A different Bahili comes out of his room. Plain but stout, arms and head bare where only his hands and face were before. He slips on his strand of bead as he comes into the room. "I am ready to see the other areas, Ms. Djana, whenever you have the time." a small bow of respect for her graciously giving them that time.
"In walks a wave of new experiences, it is easy to see how anyone could be startled." he tries to give a kind smile towards the root. "Your chicken was doing a wonderful job!"
All the tail swishing as the two amurrun talk has the poor country lad a bit enthralled. Until he realizes he is staring at their backsides and pulls his eyes away. Bahili greets the other two residents politely and asks "Are you four part of a cohort as well?"
Bahili takes the scowl in stride, feeling it is intended for Koride instead of him, hopefully. Magical ecology sounds like a truly amazing class, making him rather eager to meet this Koride, terrible or not.
Bahili gives a polite greeting with a bow. "Greetings to you both. Esi Djana, and Chizire." saying their names to make sure he has the proper pronunciation. "Is Koride another student?"
Bahili was considering jumping to crash down next to the rock, making it shake like a very awkward teenager's attempt to dance, but the magical throw worked better. "Yes, Teacher Ot." he says at the end of the speech, which was filled with interesting thoughts on anxiety fueling magical pathways, which was fascinating. A quick respectful bow later, he is ready to see their living spaces.
Unya, before: The silken tickle of Unya's whiskers against his ear makes the Zenju man redden to the sun and back, his body tensing but in a good way. His knowledge of Catfolk protical is next to nothing, and he has no idea what it means, but... it felt very nice. "Oh yes, nice, I MEAN rude, yes, very rude... oh, a bird, look. Excuse me Miss Unya." he babbles completely missing that first challenge, then nearly jumps in response to the second.
Bahili tries to think about what he knows about quail, their molting season, and anything that would ruffle their feathers a lot.
"Blue quail makes a whistling 'tir-tir-tir' when they are flushed, maybe making that sound around them would cause them to ruffle their feathers and dislodge one?" the robed one suggests, "Is anyone good at making bird sounds?" In an attempt to help he uses his wild empathy to make the 'tir'ing sound and have it behave in the way he wants.
Bahili turns toward the whisper, getting slightly flustered for a moment as his mind registers how close Unya is. In a hesitant whisper back. Unya: "He wants to learn how to combine magic and swordmanship." he followed most of it, so is relatively sure, but adds "I think." in case he was wrong.
Bahari is lost in the whirling whoosh of words from the cat woman, instead, he concentrates on her truly stunning expressive eyes. He only realizes he had been staring at the point she is suddenly turning to the sprite Firinn. "Um, thank you." he says is a bit of distraction to the sprite once he has words directed to him again, his mother would be glowing at the compliment so many miles away. "I welcome you are a friend of a fellow student then... instead?" he is trying to keep up, really, but it is hard. Then there is another here and booming a 'Begin' like a deep bell over the water. And all possibility of understanding is lost. Until Teacher Ot arrives and gives him something to hold on to. He had read about the interview on the way here, so had his answers prepared. "I don't ming starting, if it is okay with everyone." looking around and seeing no one else pushing in front of him, he clears his throat and begins in a stiff, but steady voice. “Who are you?”
“What most interests you?”
“What do you consider your greatest strength?”
“What work have you done to bolster those in and around the Magaambya before now?”
“What do you seek at the Magaambya?”
“Once you have attained that which you seek, what goals do you wish to achieve?”
The young man hesitated in the wake of such large and erudite gnoll, the lovely but small elf. Finding the proper greeting is important. But then he is being hugged, and then there is another there already, each person getting progressively smaller as they arrive. (other than himself of course who is in the middle). He bows a little awkwardly "Apologies for my hesitant tongue. I am Bahili Nyuki of the of Nyukimji glassworks. It is a pleasure to make your acquittances and I look forward to our studies together."
The young man hurries under the awning. He had worn his best robes today, a soft black robe with honey-colored trim, with an evening sky cowl, inlaid with around the edge red and honey beads, accompanied with a draping hood adorned with hexagon patterns. It was the first day, and meeting his new teacher seemed like a 'best dressed' kind of event. Now he just looked like a drenched fool, not smart enough to bring a properly waxed poncho. “First thing I need to learn is how to read the weather, it seems.” he tells himself. |