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[ruethepollywog]

I think I have a question to ask the crew of this vessel, but I don't know which one I should pick. I don't want to sound selfish, even if the item in exchange has grown rather attached to me.

I don't want to be a bother, but, would it be possible for someone to make deer stew? I would usually go out and hunt it myself before giving it to Claire to prepare, but she's not here.

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[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure you'll find any deer here, Rue. Is there... any other sort of dish, you'd like?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I figured as much and no, I don't think any other kind of dish I prefer can be served on board, Amaria.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, Rue. I wish I could be more help.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Its alright, I appricate the thought though.

Cookin!

[granygetyourgun.livejournal.com]

Oh darlin' if you're looking for some deer stew then you're barkin' up the right tree.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

[granygetyourgun.livejournal.com]

I've been cooking up stews since I was old enough to see over the pot.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Oh, I see. Did I hear correctly that you knew how to make deer stew?

[granygetyourgun.livejournal.com]

[laughs is excitement]
You just tell me when and I'll bring some on by!

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

You don't have to, Miss. I can stop by the residence you are preparing it.

[granygetyourgun.livejournal.com]

These rooms don't have much room for cookin'. So I do my cookin' in my friend Zeek's kitchen.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Zeek? Do you mean Sir Zeke? I think I know where that is if that's the case.

[granygetyourgun.livejournal.com]

I supposin' you could go about callin' him sir Zeek.
[She gives a hearty laugh amused by her new friend]
How about we meet down there sometime and I'll make yo up a pot of somethin'?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

That would be wonderful, thank you.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Mhm.

[The faerie pauses to think for a moment. Well, maybe she could...]

I... think I may have a way to make it, after all. Can you meet me up at the Coffee Shop, Rue?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Oh? Ah, sure, I will be there soon.

[He started his way to the Coffee shop.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Okay, see you soon!

[The faeries already there, as usual. She really, really hopes she can do what she thinks she can-]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[Soon enough Rue enters the shop and glances around.]

Amaria? Maybe I came too soon.

[wildeyesblind.livejournal.com]

What question.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm here, Rue!

[The faerie pops up from behind the counter, placing a bowl on the counter in front of her and motioning him over.]

I'm going to try to do something I haven't done since coming here, but I'll need your help.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He steps over to the counter and tilts his head.]

May I ask with what? I'm not that great at cooking though.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

This... won't require any actual cooking, Rue.

[She has a hand resting on either side of the bowl, smiling a little.]

I just need you to picture the stew in your mind, don't have to say or do anything, just... picture it.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

My question is... did Claire manage to survive the collaspe of Valen's Fortress along with everyone else who went inside?

[Please ease his wariness Mihaila.]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He blinked, looking down at the bowl then up at Amaria.]

Is this some kind of magic? Ah, I'm sorry, I'll stop asking questions.

[He closed his eyes and followed Amaria's instructions. Imagining the deer stew inside his head, even if it lead to other thoughts. He must not get distracted! Focus on the stew... Focus on the stew...]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

It is, Rue.

[That's all she says before focusing, gripping the bowl tightly. A tiny ring of swirling runes appears around each wrist, a few leaving the pattern to circle Rues head once before hovering over the bowl.

Ama whispers a bit in faerie, gibberish to anyone else, and the runes spin faster, a hearty sort of stew falling from them and filling the bowl. When it's done, she smiles a bit tiredly, the runes vanishing.]

Is this right, Rue?

[wildeyesblind.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, this means going through files.]

Tch. Fine, hold on.

[Flip, flip, flip.]

She is fine, ya?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

[He opened his eyes after the spell was casted.]

Wow! I didn't think this was possible with magic -- I mean, no offense Amaria.

[The doll gave a small nod and smile.]

Yes, it is.

redd stop eatting rue's tags

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Is she really?! Thank goodness.

Oh, I guess I need to hand this over to you. Where would be the most convient?

[wildeyesblind.livejournal.com]

Let me clarify, ya?

She was okay. She survived, ya?

After that, ain't my problem.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

What do you mean 'after that'?

[wildeyesblind.livejournal.com]

After that.

You came here, ya? That is all I know.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Yes. I'm sorry for loosing my temper.

You didn't answer my question where to meet you to hand over the creature you wanted.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[The faerie just smiles, leaning on her elbows.]

No worries, most people don't use magic for stuff like this. Faeries tend to take advantage of it.

[She pushes the bowl towards him.]

S'all yours, Rue. Enjoy.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I would have to agree, even if the Aeon's use their magic to create things.

[He gave a small nod, about to dig in before blinking.]

Ah, I need a spoon or a fork. Can you tell me where I can find it? I don't want to ask you to get up when you look so tired, Amaria.

[wildeyesblind.livejournal.com]

Tch, I cannot remember everything!

You come bring it to me at the buffet.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I will be there soon.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm alright, Rue, I can grab you it.

[The utensils aren't very far away, it's really not a big deal, though she is tired from using the magic. The faeries good at hiding it, however, and quickly returns with both a spoon and fork, not sure which he'd prefer.]

I hope it tastes the way you like it, Rue.

[She'll feel bad if it doesn't.]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you.

[He picked up the spoon and scooped up some of the delicatable stew. Down the hatch!]

This... is delicious!

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[And that just makes her smile all the brighter.]

I'm glad I could help!

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Thank you, very much.

[He continued to dig in. Enjoying each lil bite of it.]