05-31-2017, 12:29 AM
Taking care of Appa hadn't been a simple affair, as they pushed further into the city. While there were stables and courtyards- even ones that catered to unusual mounts, none of them could handle an animal of Appa's size. And the few that could didn't meet Aang's own standards of cleanliness.
Be that as it may, they couldn't exactly float menacingly over the streets, nor could they parade him on the streets, as the roads would only get narrower and harder on the beast's feet the further up they headed.
In the end, they talked to a man on the outskirts of Minas Tirith, a farmer with room in his barn, and enough hay to keep Appa satisfied for weeks. The trio weren't sure how long they would stick around for, but better safe than sorry.
Aang and Chakravartin both contributed enough Omnilium that the farmer wasn't about to shirk his new Appa-caring duties anytime soon.
Lysandra took the lead, as they explored further into Minas Tirith. The exuberant girl tended to follow whatever caught her eye, very much enjoying the atmosphere of the castle town, and the dress fit for royalty Chakravartin had crafted for her. Aang and Chakravartin- being without any goal in particular in this part of the city, played along. Aang enjoying the shopping trip, and Chakravartin taking in the culture, the clothes, and the fruit.
It was the smell of a particular kind of fruit that drew Chakravartin to one building in particular.
While there was alcohol aplenty in Minas Tirith, something wafting from this building in particular drew him forward.
"Chakra?" Aang asked, looking up. "A... bar, really? You want to go in?"
"I smell something." Chakravartin said with a thoughtful expression.
"Wine?"
"Yes."
"Well, that solves the mystery. Come on, I don't exactly want to see you drunk."
"I do!" Lysandra said, joining them at the entrance to the building- a place advertised as the "Crescent Moon Alehouse".
Chakravartin stepped inside, followed quickly by Lysandra, and Aang reluctantly followed.
When the Avatar, bridge between humans and spirits, stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. The air felt frozen, though he could tell it wasn't that cold. There was a powerful, malicious chill in the air. He looked between his two companions, and seeing that neither appeared the least bit bothered by the horrible cold, just made it feel more wrong.
An older woman was kneeling by the bar, sighing, cleaning up the wine that had obviously escaped from the broken tankard barrel next to her. It explained why the smell was so strong, Chakravartin thought, looking at the dark red-brown stain on the floor. His eyes slid to the tankard itself, and he raised a bushy brow at the sight. It had been torn open, as if by claws, from the inside out.
"We... should get out of here." Aang said quietly.
"Why, we just got here." Lysandra said, "It's nearing evening anyway. We might as well see what kind of food they have available. Besides, it's not too bad. Nobody's trying to sell me death sticks, so it's better than the place I usually went to on Coru- my old hometown." she caught herself. No one in Camelot was going to be especially friendly with a Coruscant native.
"Oh! Customers, please, do excuse the mess. A tankard, uh, fell. Clumsy of me, I know. I guess I'm just getting up in years." the woman said, brushing off her apron, she glanced down at her hands, and her eyes shot wide open at the sticky red substance clinging to them. She recovered quickly, shoving her hands behind her back, and smiling uneasily at the trio, "I uh, just have some wine on my hands. I'll wash up, and then we'll see about getting you three young fellows something nice, huh?" the old woman quickly hurried into the kitchen. As she passed the trio, Aang shivered at the smell.
Lysandra had never smelled it, not really. Chakravartin had smelled it countless times, but it was always different, coming out of different species.
Aang had smelled it on the worst battlefields, usually mixed in with the scent of smoke or mud, but the smell of wine and blood together wasn't altogether new to him either. The Avatar was a fight magnet, after all.
"We need to get out of here." Urged Aang.
"Why? I mean, she's clumsy but-" Lysandra began.
Chakravartin looked to the Avatar. "That wasn't her own blood on her hands. It came out of the barrel. The wine... where it stains the floor, it changes."
"Spirits." Aang said, "And I don't think happy ones."
Be that as it may, they couldn't exactly float menacingly over the streets, nor could they parade him on the streets, as the roads would only get narrower and harder on the beast's feet the further up they headed.
In the end, they talked to a man on the outskirts of Minas Tirith, a farmer with room in his barn, and enough hay to keep Appa satisfied for weeks. The trio weren't sure how long they would stick around for, but better safe than sorry.
Aang and Chakravartin both contributed enough Omnilium that the farmer wasn't about to shirk his new Appa-caring duties anytime soon.
Lysandra took the lead, as they explored further into Minas Tirith. The exuberant girl tended to follow whatever caught her eye, very much enjoying the atmosphere of the castle town, and the dress fit for royalty Chakravartin had crafted for her. Aang and Chakravartin- being without any goal in particular in this part of the city, played along. Aang enjoying the shopping trip, and Chakravartin taking in the culture, the clothes, and the fruit.
It was the smell of a particular kind of fruit that drew Chakravartin to one building in particular.
While there was alcohol aplenty in Minas Tirith, something wafting from this building in particular drew him forward.
"Chakra?" Aang asked, looking up. "A... bar, really? You want to go in?"
"I smell something." Chakravartin said with a thoughtful expression.
"Wine?"
"Yes."
"Well, that solves the mystery. Come on, I don't exactly want to see you drunk."
"I do!" Lysandra said, joining them at the entrance to the building- a place advertised as the "Crescent Moon Alehouse".
Chakravartin stepped inside, followed quickly by Lysandra, and Aang reluctantly followed.
When the Avatar, bridge between humans and spirits, stepped inside, he immediately regretted it. The air felt frozen, though he could tell it wasn't that cold. There was a powerful, malicious chill in the air. He looked between his two companions, and seeing that neither appeared the least bit bothered by the horrible cold, just made it feel more wrong.
An older woman was kneeling by the bar, sighing, cleaning up the wine that had obviously escaped from the broken tankard barrel next to her. It explained why the smell was so strong, Chakravartin thought, looking at the dark red-brown stain on the floor. His eyes slid to the tankard itself, and he raised a bushy brow at the sight. It had been torn open, as if by claws, from the inside out.
"We... should get out of here." Aang said quietly.
"Why, we just got here." Lysandra said, "It's nearing evening anyway. We might as well see what kind of food they have available. Besides, it's not too bad. Nobody's trying to sell me death sticks, so it's better than the place I usually went to on Coru- my old hometown." she caught herself. No one in Camelot was going to be especially friendly with a Coruscant native.
"Oh! Customers, please, do excuse the mess. A tankard, uh, fell. Clumsy of me, I know. I guess I'm just getting up in years." the woman said, brushing off her apron, she glanced down at her hands, and her eyes shot wide open at the sticky red substance clinging to them. She recovered quickly, shoving her hands behind her back, and smiling uneasily at the trio, "I uh, just have some wine on my hands. I'll wash up, and then we'll see about getting you three young fellows something nice, huh?" the old woman quickly hurried into the kitchen. As she passed the trio, Aang shivered at the smell.
Lysandra had never smelled it, not really. Chakravartin had smelled it countless times, but it was always different, coming out of different species.
Aang had smelled it on the worst battlefields, usually mixed in with the scent of smoke or mud, but the smell of wine and blood together wasn't altogether new to him either. The Avatar was a fight magnet, after all.
"We need to get out of here." Urged Aang.
"Why? I mean, she's clumsy but-" Lysandra began.
Chakravartin looked to the Avatar. "That wasn't her own blood on her hands. It came out of the barrel. The wine... where it stains the floor, it changes."
"Spirits." Aang said, "And I don't think happy ones."
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-Speak with owner of the Crescent Moon alehouse, accomplished.
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