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"... What was wrong with the nestbox I built you-?"

" You don't even want to hatch the other eggs, now?"

#Pollux Has Left The Building #chicken updates #ic:ace

❛❛ Don’t worry about it, Chil. That’s what friends are there for! ❜❜ He gives the half-foot a well-meaning pat on the back, one grossly miscalculated in its strength, sure to send him stumbling a few steps onto a strangely loose dungeon tile...

This was cascading swiftly into the worst one-year- reunion party he'd ever made it to ; and out of the times he'd organized something in the guild, it'd gone smoothly enough. There certainly weren't concerns before about losing your life from the excitement, though after a beer there would be no surprise if there was a scrap or two. There was already alcohol present here on the second floor, the food to come within the hour. He'd said his hellos to the early crowd, thanked the preparers, and until this impact with Laios, everything had been like a thin layer of froth on a sweet poured wine.

Falling face-first into a pit may just ruin his entire evening, however. Four other holes in the floor drop open behind him.

Stretched across the width, the half-foot clutches the edge like a trembling suspension bridge, his boots keeping statue-still on the other end.

"LAIOS- ! I'LL KILL YOU-!"

#beluovore #ic:ace

@draconicfool found a mapmaker....

The dirt roads that lead up to the deeper woods always begin downward before the inclines would start twisting , wrapping around the tree thickened hills. Some of them turned into thin deer trails, and others stopped steeply just before a drop, dead hanging roots seemingly the only way to progress to the vicious river below. He'd been given a hefty commission to start mapping the area for those new in the country, to avoid getting caught up by bandits, or the monsters coming from natural dungeons. The half-foot now perched atop a stump, a pony's reins in his other hand, the trusty strawberry roan steed pawing impatiently while Chilchuck peered about, checking around the foliage for the particulars he noted to mark paths.

"... Huh-?" A stranger ambling from a different path catches his attention.

" ...You know where you're going?"

#ic:ace #draconicfool

@mielmoto had visitors come in...

He's never traveled this far for anyone. In distance across a land, specifically. Deep, he's been down floors upon floors, and being away from the sun is really a different trek when it's been a long ride out of the country. But he couldn't disappoint his daughter. Puckpatti had put together all the money she'd earned doing honest work just to spend it at sweets shop; it was completely ironic how she mirrored her father in such an innocent way. So, he compromised by allowing her to cover forty percent of whatever she bought with her own money, ten percent in a savings jar, and the other sixty percent would come out of his own pocket. Within reason.

That was the plan. He laid out the plan to her in the most gentle and firm way he could while the pony they rented for the day clopped along the road, happy to have serious passengers to take care of. But the opulence he couldn't have imagined, even with her sprightly enthusiasm to be there as punctually as possible. Suddenly, the pastel blue dress she'd insisted on made so much more sense. She usually was a little over-dressed to most occasions, a common trait of the wide-eyed, youngest girl. He barely had time to hitch their ride to a post before he was being hurried along.

Chilchuck was being led in by two of his fingers, a darling,long haired ginger girl nearly half his size, tugging him in. " I want to get -! Oh! Oh, I can't decide-!" She squeaks in awe of the menu, and the confections she can't stop switching her interest in. Everything looks warm, soft to the touch, and dusted in delectable sugar. Her mouth begins to open again when she spots a rarer selection of macrons she's only seen in drawings, and Chilchuck's hand hovers close to her shoulder. "Sweetheart, down a notch... okay?" The counters are fair, for height. Perhaps this wasn't a place just for elves to get a taste of real cuisine outside of their tacky nutcake. Puckpatti is still gleaming silently at the countless sweets when her father stalks to the end, pulling his coin purse. " Hi. if you have any savory baked treats, I'll take two of those. She's gonna be a bit... Is there a well nearby? We're a bit far from home for this birthday present."

#ic:ace #mielmoto

He hadn't even thought about the dimensions of his shop, six months ago. There were patches of weeds, stubborn shrubbery and a devilish tree that had stood selfishly in the way of his progress when he finally got rights to a plot of land he wanted. There would be no hardwood floors to worry about, or squeaking hinges to oil up.

Three months ago, they'd put up the skeleton of this building, supports, beams, the walls to raise, the basement fleshed out for storage, and soon enough, a sturdy roof he'd been invited to walk on to test its' worthiness. Surely, someone as thin as him could trust his stability along with a few of the builders' bulk. He declined the offer. Repeatedly. Enthusiastically. Chilchuck was sweeping an hour before opening, minding his work and the floor as easily as the unlocked door occasionally sways open. It was a type of business office, for now. People would come in for the odd job meant for nimble fingers or fast feet, he'd send a recommendation for a half-foot in the area who specialized in it, if they weren't somewhere nearby. But, his sign out front specifically advertised him as a locksmith. Creating keys, unlocking old family heirloom chests without busting the fine mechanisms. It paid. And that was what it needed to do.

"Door's not open for anyone but employees."