•| Closed Starter for @notkansas / Fiyero Tigelaar |•
•| Muse: Scraps the Patchwork Girl |•
The Goddess' Cup, the name a blatant giveaway to the religion of the club owner's, was of the few remaining establishments made in Lurline's name. Most others had lost business, many rather abruptly, but through the years this little club had survived. Small, but well known enough to keep in business, it was almost an unsaid secret to even know the location of the place.
It was said it had once been a place of worship, but Scraps was doubtful of that supposed fact. The place was made to look like it had once been a place of worship, but with purposefully broken brick and a shape just perfect for the club. But it was still certain, that the owner's were true Lurlinists.
The carved statue of the Fae Goddess, resting upon a hill with her firstborn Ozma in her arms proved this.
But as Scraps walked past that statue, into the club, it was clear what the main theme was.
The club hosted a variety of species inside, everything from Fae to Animal to Elves to even Mangaboos danced on the floor, drunk from the bar and chatting in the booths. Music boomed through the club but wasn't so overwhelming it was impossible to have conversation. A well stocked bar showing the special of Rum and Lacasa was stationed at the far left of the bar, plenty busy with patrons.
Oh, but of course Scraps didn't care about that. Of course, she couldn't drink. What she cared about was using this time, when she'd snuck away from Pipt and Margolotte, to dance.
Here she wasn't Angeline, the servant magic bound to the Pipt and Margolotte. Here, after she had made a temporary escape, she could be Scraps. She could dance and not be concerned about being sent back, she could show all her patches happily as she moved with the music. Of course, she would have to be back by daybreak, but right now that wasn't a concern to her.
She screamed out her nonsense poetry in tune of the song, she danced among the many other patrons, she made cartwheels and jumped to her hands and feet. The Patchwork doll was a blur about the club, but one that was currently quite pleased in the moment.
How was she to know the young man would be there, right near the middle of the dance floor? Scraps had been twirling in her dramatic fashion, still mumbling her little rhymes, when she crashed into him.
Now, Scraps was a doll filled with cotton, she was rather light and soft. The collision wasn't enough to knock him over. As fast as she had been going, as hard as she crashed into him, she wasn't able to do more then a bump to him.
"Pordon me! I wasn't looking as to where I was headed!" She cried out, half laughing, half concerned, jumping away from who she had crashed into. Soon spinning around to see who she had encountered, preparing to help them up or dust them off.
When her silver button eyes landed upon Fiyero.
Fiyero. That little prince of the Tigelaar family, royalty in Winkie Country. She recalled him from Pipt's last meeting with those royals. Discussing what magic he'd be able to provide them. She'd even served him tea, as Margolotte had ordered, and her little button eyes had gotten a good look at him then.
He was good looking, she supposed. As far as meat people went. Apparently he was quite popular with ladies and men. He was mischievous, something Scraps could admire, loud, sad, smarter then he let on, and very much not allowed to be in places such as this.
Then again, neither was she.
So the doll smiled at him, all pearl bead teeth showing in a grin far too wide to be human.
For they both caught each other. Here he was, past curfew bad enough, but in a club such as this that could easily ruin the reputation of the Tigelaar family if they found out. And her, the stuffed property of one of the most powerful sorcerers known, having slipped out while her creators slept to have her fun.
"Well, what a fun little predicament we're in." She half giggled, clapping her stuffed hands together noiselessly in front of her. Her eyes showing mischief, but she wasn't fully able to hide a glimmer of fear in them.
