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[spritefleck]

[Dancing and splashing in the rain.]

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If you don't mind me voicetesting (too)?

[lankin_long]

Might I accompany thee, fellow spirit?

I'm not voicetesting, just bringing back an old pup, but sure :)

[spritefleck]

Go for it. The weather was an asshole earlier, but all the thunder's cleared up into a fine night with a nice chill in the air, don't you think? The supermoon's not half bad, either.

Cool

[lankin_long]

*The other being, tall and androgynously beautiful, smiles a slightly worrying smile.* Very kind of you.

I am known as Lankin. What may I call thee?

Re: Cool

[spritefleck]

[She shades her eyes, trying to see if he has any fae glamour on. There's definitely something not quite right there, something setting her spidey senses tingling.]

People call me Pat. You're Lankin, huh? Unusual name. You choose it yourself?

[lankin_long]

Mortals wrote a song of me, I took the name they used for it.

[spritefleck]

Oh, right. I thought I'd heard the name before.

[She hums, high and amused, kneeling down to trace a circle in the water.]

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there... Lankin Park, huh?

[lankin_long]

*Lankin looks at her with something that's not quite pity.* You don't know your folk songs, do ye? Or do ye but pretend you don't?

*And the being starts to sing, in the Glamorous tones of the Fae.* Beware the moss, beware the moor, beware of Long Lankin! Make sure the doors are bolted well, lest Lankin should creep in . . .

[spritefleck]

[Pat rests her palm on the cool surface of the puddle, letting the water settle around her green skin and revitalise her spirits. All the creatures who've ever touched that water; its sense of time and place, the echoes remain, and they leave her full of energy. The little added boost adds to her weakish half-fae powers, and she sees the chap for what he might be underneath any glamour - something she's never encountered before.

She steps backwards, glad that she chose to borrow the water's energies right then. Those glamorous tones might work on a human, maybe even Pat when she's particularly drained, but right now - she isn't affected by the eerie song.]

Kinda dirge-like, don't you think? I reckon I'll stick with Lankin, sorry, Linkin Park and Little Mix.

[lankin_long]

*It laughs.* A dirge in words, but not in tone. I love when songs do that, don't you?

Are you a water spirit, to gain strength from the rain? We are kin, if so!

[spritefleck]

You sure? I don't remember seeing you at Great-Aunt Clarissa's ninetieth. She haunts the shores of Tooting Bec Lido, you know? Man, that was one hot party. We scared the heck out of those cold-water swimmers, and she had this great DJ... I did get pretty wasted, so maybe we were introduced and I don't remember. I'm awful with faces.

[lankin_long]

They'd have kept me away from the innocents, even if I went to birthday parties.

[spritefleck]

That's... not creepy at all, dude. I thought I knew all the local water fae.

[lankin_long]

I travel a fair bit. Water is all I need.

[spritefleck]

Been anywhere interesting lately? I just got back from New Zealand. Man, what a place. I miss it every day.

[lankin_long]

I've been to Hawaii and Atlantis and Lancre of late. I've been away to London and I've been to Venice often.

I've been to all the places people drown.

[spritefleck]

Ah, see, you nearly had me. I know that out of all of those, Venice is mythological.

[sonofthescribe]

Having fun?

[lankin_long]

*It laughs.* Ooh, so you're one who can lie! Very interesting.

[spritefleck]

I prefer to think of it as playing with words. It's not a lie if you don't believe it. [Or something.]

I could be, I don't know, one of those LARPing folks, and I'm pretending to be somebody who's pretending she don't know jack about which cities are real and which are purely damp and twisted myths.

[spritefleck]

I am, actually. I love the smell of the rain and how fresh the air feels after a good storm.

[sonofthescribe]

It's nice but comes with the unfortunate downside of getting wet. I can not say I'm fond of that feeling.

[lankin_long]

It's still a lie, just a very bad lie.

Humans come up with such silly things, don't they?

[spritefleck]

That's why somebody smart invented the small portable roof. I think I have my umbrella somewhere... You can have it, man. Lately I've been finding the rain really refreshing.

[spritefleck]

I don't know. I think they're kind of fun. And funny-looking. [Says the green sprite.] Good times all around.

[sonofthescribe]

Aren't umbrellas usually used to shield noble women from the sun?

[lankin_long]

Good times indeed. *It smiles, and its teeth are far too sharp for a human mouth.*

[spritefleck]

[Pat knows from previous uneasy dinner parties with the true Fae (on her father's side) that it's now vital to show a combination of not drawing too much attention to herself and not showing weakness.]

I better fly soon. I don't want to be late for my dance class.

[lankin_long]

Far be it from me to keep you grounded. Fair faring.

[spritefleck]

Why sir, are you calling me a noble woman?

[sonofthescribe]

I did not. I fail to see how the umbrellas I'm familiar with would protect against the rain. The textiles would get soaked.