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"I am so sorry that you had to deal with her. That must of been awful knowing that she was in the attic and being around your son. Would you mind if we went and looked around the attic? It's possible she left something behind that will help the guard keep her locked up."
"Good luck on your mission, Eamon. It has been a pleasure," She gives him a quick embrace and smiles, "Safe travels." She moves towards Dalen, "Don't let that wench put you in a sour mood my dear Dalen. There is still more to be done," She puts hand on Dalen's shoulder. Nikita is resting on Shelya's shoulder and flicks her tongue at Dalen. She attempts to slither towards her, but Shelya stops her, "Now Sweetie, I don't think Dalen is quite ready for you yet."
Shelya looks at the dwarf, Maybe this one isn't so bad after all. She grasps his hand in a firm, friendly handshake. "I think we could teach each other a lot, Dwarf..I mean Eredur," She smiles sweetly, truly meaning that. I don't think I have ever called a dwarf by their name. As her friends are healed, she turns to Maestro Bellowskin, "How many times could someone change their appearance with one of those?"
"Dalen is still an excellent choice, regardless of what is going on over there." She speaks to Maestro Bellowskin, attempting to draw his attention from the accusations that they are throwing around. "Dalen! You must show him your skills. You will not be disappointed," she says soothingly. "What is that saying? The show must go on!" She continues walking towards Maestro Bellowskin to join him in the frontrow.
"I would love to join you! This will be an absolute delight!" She starts to walk towards Maestro Bellowskin, but stops midstride when Karayan speaks. The accusation was not what caused her worry though, but it could prevent her from figuring out why there was a breeze under the building. What caused her worry was his reaction to Eamon channeling positive energy. "Are you...alright?" She instinctively reaches up to touch Nikita, whom is relaxed on her shoulder, most hidden under her hair.
"Good evening my good sir! How are you doing on this lovely day? Are you the director? Amphitheaters have always interested me, even when I was a little girl. I unfortunately haven't been to that many plays, I do really need to make more time for that. I have always wondered what it would be like to be an actress! To be able to put on such a performance and to leave the crowd astonished!" She pauses and gives him a warm smile, "Would it be possible to get a tour?! I would love to see the architecture!" Dang it Eamon, always shouting that we are on official business. Not everyone wants to help "officals". You can always add that in later, but it's almost never a good way to start off. Besides, I'm interested in what could have caused that breeze.
Shelya listens in silence as Craik explains himself and then as Lady Qualstair speaks. "Lady Qualstair, I don't mean to sound disrespectful, but was there any way that you could have led Craik to believe that you wanted the eggs? It's just hard to imagine that such a person would simply decide to take the eggs...the children...of such creatures just for a mere breakfast to please his employer." She smiles, attempting to still be light hearted when speaking to the lady. She looks towards Craik, "Firing him would be too sweet. He would simply find another employer that wouldn't mind exotic creatures on their plate in the morning. Jail time? That would eventually end. In some cultures, thieves have their hand cut off or they are branded for life. What do you all think?" As she spoke, she grew more angry.
"I don't understand how someone could steal children, regardless of species. It just isn't right. We need to get to him as soon as possible, before he suspects that someone knows what he has done." Shelya's voice isn't as calm as before, there is anger that she is trying to keep in check. This type of thing is absolutely disgusting. How could anyone put these wonderful creatures through this?! She ponders for a moment then looks to Karayan, "Perhaps you should approach him as if you thought about his proposal. Make it seem like you're willing to do whatever he wants. Maybe he could even tell you where he is keeping them. Of course, you could mention that one of is would be interested as well so that you're not alone in meeting with this...disgrace of a person. Hmmm."
Shelya noticed the hippogriff immediately as she entered the room. "Are you sure it wants to play?" she asked almost timidly, still keeping her voice calm as to not spook the pseudodragon. They don't need two creatures attacking them. "Or is it hungry?" She looks towards the dwarf, acknowledging him for the first time, "I've never played with one, how do you? Is it like playing with a horse?"
Shelya snaps her fingers, "I remember! It's just been awhile since I've seen them. They are cousins of the true dragons. They are extremely shy, but if we offer them food and approach them with kindness, they may communicate with us and offer information on what is going on in this place. Beware of their tails though, they can poison us. Do not approach them in any hostile manner." She looks at Cadmion, "May we have some food to offer them?
"Eamon, have you forgotten how to speak to a lady?" She shakes her head and attempts to hide a smile. Oh Humans. Their sense of humor is....interesting. She looks at Karayan as he speaks, Demanding room and board to fix something that we know nothing of. He does sound convincing though. The rich like making demands though, not being told them by mere investigators... "Pseudodragons you say? Hmm, I do know a thing or two about them. Let me just think for a moment." She pauses, pondering on the thought of pseudodragons.
Shelya beams at the opportunity to choose a card, "These things fascinate me." After choosing the card, she studies it. "Oh! Before I forgot to mention, fortunetellers typically stay in the poorest regions of the city. Where is the poorest neighborhood here? It would be worth checking out." She turns to Dalen, "That does seem to fit you." She smiles and touches Dalen's shoulder lightly before turning back to Zeeva.
Shelya smiles as Eamon speaks. "You do have to be careful with which snakes you lay with. Some of them are very deadly beneath their friendly exterior." She kisses Nikita on top of her head, "But I do agree. Some things take interesting forms... Like humans. I am Shelya, my good sir." She smiles warmly, enjoying the exchange. She returns her attention to Dalen, "Does your mother not approve? Ahh, the tea is here! I do enjoy a good cup of tea. It is quite hard to find one that is perfect though."
Shelya watches Nikita move her head towards Dalen's extended hand. She brushes against it in a way that a cat might. Satisfied from the contact, she snuggles around Shelya's arm. "See? I told you she was friendly. The next step will be to hold her." She winks at Dalen, Oh how I love humans. They are scared of such small things. There are creatures much worse than a little viper out in the world. Her attention snaps back to Karayan as she hears her name being mentioned. "There has to be some fun in adventuring when you can face your death at any moment, Karayan. What's the point of living if you're serious all the time?" Before she could say another word, a young man interrupted. "Good day Guillaume. Welcome," She smiles warmly at the newcomer. Another newcomer approached. Rabble? Oh human. She listened to the exchange between Dalen and the newcomers. Well these humans have spunk at least. This should be entertaining if we adventure together. She notices Eamon's eyes drift towards her, "Please do join us, Eamon." She did not miss Eamon's jab at Dalen for accepting the offered hand. "The gentlemen are even more eager to make your acquaintance Guillaume. You must be an interesting person."
"Dalen, do not be afraid of her! She's a sweetheart, I promise. Do you want to hold her? She loves meeting new people." She takes a bite of her food. Her eyes shift towards Karayan, "I wish I could say that a little bit of everything was my expertise, but it's more fun to show you on the adventure if we are all given an assignment together." She smiles sweetly, ignoring the glare from the Dwarf. Nikita moves her head to watch the Dwarf's pet. She flicks out her tongue and determines that it would not be a threat.
Shelya strides into the dining room, her stomach growling. Her eyes slowly scan the room, noticing the humans and the dwarf engaged in conversation. She makes her way to the food and puts a small serving on her plate. She makes her way to the table, "Hello, do you mind if I sit with you? I would enjoy some company." She mainly speaks to the humans, as Shelya has always been fascinated by them. She sets her plate on the table and sits down. "My name is Shelya and this is Nikita," She lightly touches the viper that is draped around her neck. She made sure to sit next to the humans as she knew that you could never trust a Dwarf. They always turn on you, even when you think they are the best their kind has to offer... She shoves the memory out of her mind. Now Shelya, you know you cannot present yourself in a rude manner. You don't know who these people are, she attempts to dismiss her views on Dwarves. |
