07-28-2018, 07:21 AM
Vandal only knows the answer to one of the five riddles, and it's only because the location of the first shell is quite dear to her. As soon as Jacob sounds the signal, she sets off towards the Tempest as fast as she could... and she would've gotten there first with her wings if it hadn't been for - free mimosas? She's sidetracked when she passes by the Capricorn Tavern, listening in on the announcement being made for a free cocktail glass, one that she's quite interested in, so she lands and helps herself to two; it's certainly not enough to get her drunk, but the taste is good, at least. She whispers to the barkeep that they should add more alcohol in it before setting off.
The Tempest isn't too far off, and Vandal flies the rest of the way with an eager smile on her face. She's surprised, though, when she finds Fischer sitting by the basket holding all of the blue-hued... well, she's assuming that that's the cowrie shell. She swoops down and lands delicately in front of the basket, taking one carefully between her teeth before plopping it into the shabby drawstring pouch hanging around her neck. With the first shell safely tucked into the linen, she turns to Fischer and offers her a smile, one that bleeds easily into her voice. "Well, tha's about the only one I know of. Got no idea where the others are, I'm afraid, those riddles made no bloody sense to me."
Instead of heading off, though, the maned wolf plops herself down next to Fischer and stretches her massive wings as far as they could go, jaws splitting into a satisfied yawn as she does so. A thought dances in her mind. She's not really joining the scavenger hunt to win - she'd rather just enjoy herself, and there's no fun in trying to fly around by one's self in search for itty bitty colored shells. "Hey, Fischer," she whispers. Her voice is almost conspiratory, and she ducks her head as if she's revealing some great secret, an impish smile flashing on her lips. "How's about we team up, yeah? I'm pretty dumb, dunno where the others are but at least I can fly us places. What d'you say?"
; sometimes, even i question the things vandal does
The Tempest isn't too far off, and Vandal flies the rest of the way with an eager smile on her face. She's surprised, though, when she finds Fischer sitting by the basket holding all of the blue-hued... well, she's assuming that that's the cowrie shell. She swoops down and lands delicately in front of the basket, taking one carefully between her teeth before plopping it into the shabby drawstring pouch hanging around her neck. With the first shell safely tucked into the linen, she turns to Fischer and offers her a smile, one that bleeds easily into her voice. "Well, tha's about the only one I know of. Got no idea where the others are, I'm afraid, those riddles made no bloody sense to me."
Instead of heading off, though, the maned wolf plops herself down next to Fischer and stretches her massive wings as far as they could go, jaws splitting into a satisfied yawn as she does so. A thought dances in her mind. She's not really joining the scavenger hunt to win - she'd rather just enjoy herself, and there's no fun in trying to fly around by one's self in search for itty bitty colored shells. "Hey, Fischer," she whispers. Her voice is almost conspiratory, and she ducks her head as if she's revealing some great secret, an impish smile flashing on her lips. "How's about we team up, yeah? I'm pretty dumb, dunno where the others are but at least I can fly us places. What d'you say?"
; sometimes, even i question the things vandal does