MARCH 2015

[thecanopycrew]

Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? Testing the waters? Then take them on this very first Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?

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how could anyone resist the idea of a giant manchild hoarding food tbh

[ungirlish]

As soon as Zara speaks up, Chora stops dead (almost like a guilty child caught sneaking food to the dog at the table). ...Not that it takes her long to recover, nope; instead, she turns to jerk her chin defiantly. Still like a child really, but in a too-big body.

"Not storing it for winter; bread would grow stale, is no point. Am simply repurposing food."

Not that it's exactly the most clear of explanations, but she's not willing to reveal more right now given she's put so much stock into appearing as hard as possible. Which goes a long way into explaining why she squares her shoulders and stands up straighter, as if trying to look as big as possible whilst holding a whole load of cutesy faerie food. Ridiculous. "...Not sharing, either. Find your own."
...Honestly? If Chora wasn't so focussed on this 'looking hard' business, she'd probably feel a little guilty. Hell, she'd ask the same questions (and Zara is kind of cute, in that weird, dangerous Elezen way). Why oh why must things be badly timed?

[stillgotsoul]

"Repurposing," Zara echoes, looking thoughtful. "For what, hmm?" That eyebrow goes up again.

But then the girl goes on about how she is not sharing, and the elf laughs. It might be pretty, if there wasn't an edge of cackle to it--which makes her stop, abruptly. The scowl is brief, but present; not directed at Chora, however, but at whatever is foremost in Zara's memory--probably the thought of her mother. But she isn't about to offer that tidbit of information, either.

"I would naut dream of taking your food. I only asked because I wanted to know." She lifts her nut-cup in something like a toast, and takes another sip of whatever's in it. "I am naut certain that it would work as bait, and we are all rather small to go hunting, nau?"

Not that Zara would be averse to a bit of meat, but she'd gotten the feeling she'd be missing it sorely before she got a taste again.

[ungirlish]

Before she can really manage to stop herself, it just...tumbles out of her mouth.

"None yours!"

...Well. At least Chora's got the self-awareness to look mildly ashamed of her rude little outburst, clutching the food a little tighter and trying to ignore how her face feels like it's turning purple. "...Not bad things. Not hunting, either; do not know what would bring, anyroad. Is good things, for food."
She's practically squirming at this stage, shifting from foot to foot and definitely some hideous shade of aubergine. If Zara's looking closely enough, she might see that shifty gaze turn to the pocket of glow worms so eagerly providing lighting and background chatter, however.

Not that it seems noble when, as if to shut herself up, Chora jams a crumb into her mouth and begins to viciously chew. Good job, buddy. Real great job of not looking like a weenie.

omg precious giant baby

[stillgotsoul]

It seems that the drow is about to say something--she inhales, brows going up, up, up, and her expression heads towards 'sour', when Zara notices that shifty-eyed look going towards the little knot of glowing worms.

And it all becomes clear to her. However, she does not draw undue attention, at first. The act of feeding the little critters is something she would do herself, it is true, but she would be just as uncomfortable about it, especially if attention were brought to it.

So she finishes whatever dew is left in her walnut cup--a cup she needs to hold in her arms, no less--and gets to her feet, to extend that as a tray of sorts to the Roegadyn.

"You might need that," she offers. "You would naut want to drop any, I should think." More than that, the little critters could probably use whatever moisture the crumbs might absorb from the dew left in the cup. Not that Zara is about to draw any more attention to any of it than she already has by actually explaining that...