#kc_necropolis

"Had my own son far too early in life" CC is not ashamed of it "Worked out despite of that."

"He's a fine lad." Emerson agrees.

CC preens a bit, "Anyway, please do consider it?"

"I'm afraid I must insist." he confides "We will find a way to make time."

"It's probably Inn chant ting" The boy assures his mother, then winks at Emerson

"Fine fine" the woman laughs "how can I say no?"

"You don't." he agrees, and passes her a business card "Tell the host who answers you are my guest."

She takes it, and smiles.

"Thank you. " She puts it away, then says "Can I get you two anything? I've got coffee, and milk"

He lifts an eyebrow, glancing at Callidora.

"Why not" CC says, then mouths to Emerson ("Enchant her now? Or wait till later?")

"That would be delightful.' He responds to Christina as he ponders Callidora's question.

"Coffee3 would be fine" CC assures telling the good woman as they go in what their preferences are. It's a rather humble abode.

Suits Emerson; if you sliced him in half, 'humble' would be found written there.

Indeed, CC loves luxury, but Emerson can appreciate the small touches that boggans endeavor towards.

He kens the woman, just in case.

It SHOULD be a delight, not one, but two kithain found! There's a fae soul under her... but How Emerson may feel about the extra work is... oh bother. His call of the needy is acting up

He scratches at his neck, an itch Callidora will recognize when combined with the irritated look in his eyes.....

CC arches a brow, then turns her own kenning towards the mother "oh"

Then she coughs "I mean, I see your son is an artist" She points to the drawing on the fridge

Christina turns

CC whispers to him "Oh you've got to be KIDDING Me"

"Mm." dryly "Well. Here we go again, I suppose...."

Then, with an impish twinkle "Dawson.. come here, boy." He gives the kid a torn ticket stub layered with Glamor "Give this to your mother, show her what you found."

He takes it, then grins "Won't SHE be surprised"

"What's that, Dawson?" Christina asks

"Look what i found, mom" He moves towards her

His eye sparkles with mischief as he watches.

The logical thing would be another pooka, bloodlines do occur, but kithain have mixed and mingles so much that it's not uncommon to find a mix...

And he -does- love a good Pandora's box.....

Even before the transformation is done, he KNOWS... oh he knows this kith, better than most... muscles swell, height on the woman who was merely 'above average' in height now goes further still.... tiny horns, too small for a satyress...

A wistful sigh.

Christiana gasps as her humanity now has to share with a fae soul released... the skin goes blue then green, then back agaIN.. the latter a sign of open unseeliness... it seems she's at war with what court will claim her at the start already.

The storm of energy flows about, chimera that look like out of a conan movie...

CC holds onto Emerson "Would it be wrong to root for one court or the other?" A chuckle

He slides an arm around her. "So very, very wrong...." pleased.

CC smirks "Brave fellow, not yelling Passion before Duty, or whatever your favorite part of the code is, out loud" and she squeezes back

Of course, this IS very dangerous... ironically their grump state protects them from overload

"So many lives, so many....wars" wolf fangs, a lick of lips, as Christina grows them. A weapon materializes in her hand.

(WP roll for Emerson if he's 'wishing' hard 🙂 )

He basks in the welling of Glamour from the Dream Dance.

OOC He is being very careful not to wish, no. Tempting Da'an, that.

His ethics are rewarded as he respects' Daa'an, or maybe it was just how it would play out, or maybe it was a coin toss of chance?

As the new troll gets a decidedly ...Unseelie vibe, and she laughs "I'm fine, son I.. I'm strong, powerful."

"And big as a skyscrapper" The boy exagerates and claps for his mother

"Yes I'm..." The dream dance storm winds down "What.. what am I? WHat's..."

The boggan nods a greeting to her. "Hello."

"You..." She says "You have a... roundish ness to.." Then she looks at CC "And you, have horns?"

"N ot alone in that," CC smiles "Welcome to the Dreaming"

"Let's have a seat, all together, and we'll catch you up. You take the sofa; it's going to be most comfortable."