[Poison Joke] a glow, and then a shine...

[ooeeooahah]

[ 20 April, Afternoon, the front garden of 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ The front lawn has been making the slow transition from carpet of green to a plot ready to plant. Ilsa has been adding the seedlings from the kitchen window as they are hardy enough.

However, this morning while leaving to go to work, she spotted something she did not plant in the beds. It did not conform to anything she knew, and at her lunch break, she had checked the library references which had no more information on the plant.

So this afternoon, she changed into her halter top and shorts, and started weeding. She has been careful enough to wear gloves, and to put them in a bucket for disposal, but that doesn't stop them from affecting her. She hasn't noticed that her shadow now includes bat-wings, of sufficient span to be useful.... ]

[[ OOC: Ilsa has been affected by the Poison Joke! Feel free to just be in the neighborhood and point out her new attributes. ]]

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[nyanpire]

[It is a wonderful day to go for a walk, and a wonderful day to go visit Ilsa, so that's just what Nyanpire is off to do. He skips into the yard, beaming and bright...

And then stops.]

Ilsa! You've got, you've got... Nyaaaaaaaa!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa looks up and smiles, tossing the last of the flowers in the bucket. ]

What, I've got dirt all over? That's what happens when you garden, Nyanpire.

[ Nope she hasn't noticed, yet. ]

[nyanpire]

You do, nyaa, but... but but, on your back! You've got... you've got...

[He points dramatically.]

WINGS!

[ooeeooahah]

What? No, I...

[ She looks over her shoulder. ]

...I'm not supposed to have those yet!

[velesdonnersen]

[He looks. He sees. He is amazed. But...]

[Stands there, examining the wings in the fine bright sun, and says,]

Oh, sweet lightning, what next, Mayfield?

Better you than me, love. [Shudder] Much better you than me.

1 of 2

[ooeeooahah]

[ Dusting her hands and grabbing the bucket of weeds, she chuckles. ]

What's that, 'bibi?

[ Then she turns to look over her shoulder. ]

2 of 2

[ooeeooahah]

What in the stars is this?!?

Re: 2 of 2

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek looks them over, consideringly.]

Wings. And I suspect they're functional, here in Mayfield. [Grimaces. He does NOT like flying.] Lucky you.

It may make sleep a bit difficult, though. Not to mention getting in the way when you're cooking: they'll knock things all over the place in the kitchen, I should think.

[mediations]

[ He'd been going to visit Ilsa, to apologize for his behavior upon his return to Mayfield. Of course the sight of wings stops him short. ]

Ilsa... I don't suppose you've glanced at your shadow recently?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She hears his evaluation of the difficulties, and feels his aversion, not knowing it is tied to his dislike of flying. ]

I-I'm not supposed to have them for several decades, yet... if at all. I shouldn't have j-just the wings if it happens....

[ Her wings contract, in response to her distress, as she casts about for an exit route. ]

[ooeeooahah]

Hm?

[ She glances over her shoulder. ]

Oh, ye jigs and juleps, [ She runs her fingers through her hair, and her tongue over her teeth. ] just the wings, though?

[velesdonnersen]

[Worried for her: she's clearly upset, and the link is passing on dismay. He steps forward and tries as best he can to help her gather the wings...and to put his arm around her shoulders to whatever extent her wings permit.]

Hush, schatzi, hush. Do you need to go in--or give those wings a try in the open air? I'm sure we can get Nall to fly with you.

[mediations]

Just the wings.

Do you know how--?

[ooeeooahah]

No, no...

[ She frowns, thinking. ] I didn't get any mail today, so I don't think this is permanent. At least, not without everything else....

[ It sounds almost as if she's trying to reassure him. ]

[ooeeooahah]

I didn't get any mail today, so that wouldn't be it... [ her voice trails off as she looks at the bucket of pulled weeds. ] Stay back, the new thing today was these plants. I don't know what the vector might be...

[ She picks up the bucket, moving it to the driveway. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[He doesn't entire track what's wrong: he's fairly sensitive--you have to be to live the way he's been--but he isn't offended by her wings, and fails to track that she thinks he is. HOWEVER he does get that she's worried this may last.]

And if it is? Eh, love, it's just a new reason to design you beautiful clothes...and find new ways to....

[Chuckles] Mmmm. Anyway.

Are you sure you don't want to try them? I would, if I were you.

Well. No. I wouldn't. I wouldn't climb higher than the back of the mimmoth house if I could help it. But I don't know many people who would miss the chance to find out what it's like to fly properly, with their own wings. I'm sure Nall would be happy to go along as your spotter, love, and I don't want you to miss this if it doesn't last.

[ooeeooahah]

You're okay with them?

{ She shivers a little as he brushes a membrane near her shoulder. ] oh. mmm.

Oh, I might find a way to get you in the air, but not until I'm sure of it.

[velesdonnersen]

[Amused--but also a bit horrified.]

Um.

[Slight squeak to voice.] Me? Fly?

[Very reluctant...]

If you really wanted me to. I...guess I could.

[He would rather have his teeth pulled out without anesthesia, using a chisel and hammer.]

But the wings? Liebe, they are awesome! If they stay, I do not mind. You will just have to keep me from trying to find ways to duplicate them.

[ooeeooahah]

{ Ah, she finally catches the connection to him flying being the bad reaction. ]

Only if we need to get you out of the line of fire, 'bibi.

{ Another reflex move, and her wings wrap around him. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[The reaction is very complicated: startled, first. Not used to being wrapped in wings. Long-trained defensive reflexes and very bad family relationships make him want to resist...but also, after a second, a stunned relaxation. The the last person big enough to truly wrap him in a hug and do so was Von Pinn. And that was for mere seconds, between scolds... Somewhere inside there's a very small boy discovering what it is to be hugged by someone who can truly wrap him close and safe.]

[Soft.]

If you really did want me to fly...I'd fly.

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Not until I can make sure you wouldn't be hurt. I'm not sure I can keep me safe, in the air... not even sure I can get enough lift.

{ The wings relax a little, and it seems she's trying to fold them behind her, but her expression says it might be difficult to manage, consciously. ]

... and I can wait until I've got back up in the air.

[velesdonnersen]

[Preemptive scolding...]

If you go up without backup, Ilsa, I will be very annoyed with you. It's dangerous up there, especially if you don't know if your wings will disappear. And Mayfield is not so kind about revival as she once was.

There are more than enough natural fliers here in town to allow you to have good spotters. If you can't come up with a list, we will ask Nall to find several.

[He tactfully helps a wing find its way to its proper folded position, and then gently strokes the soft, supple membrane...]

[ooeeooahah]

Nnnaaah...

[ She giggles a little. ] Better stop that until we get inside.

[velesdonnersen]

[Breath catches, and eyes flare...]

Ah. A whole new erogenous zone, love?

[This is inciting him to very Sparkish genius...What fun! He will let her escort him inside if that is her wish.]

[ooeeooahah]

Inside.

Now.