A Warm One, or a Cold One? (Open)

[Rebekah Naphtali]

Rebekah smiled apologetically. "Can't teach it, no, I don't think! My father's very good at asking the world to do things. But! For me, it usually just goes back after I stop asking. I think it's just on his side of the family! I guess he is a king of the sky, but still!" She pouts briefly, then her mood suddenly shifts to cheerfulness. "Still, if you want something changed for a little, and it's not that big, or heavy, or sharp, or... bad! I can do it for you, so don't worry!"

She grinned and climbed up onto the back of her wagon, her wings putting her slightly off-balance as she shifted, trying to find a position that would let her stay on without being too cramped.

[Tawny Artema]

Tawny smiled to the pair. As she noticed that the winged girl was having touble getting comfortable, she hopped up to make room for her in the center of the seat, and moved to check the cider in the kettle. Satisfied with it, she refilled the two cool mugs, then turned back to Rebekah, holding one out delicately. "The cider's hot, so be careful. It's delicious though, and warming." With that, she delicately raised her own mug, tail swishing cheerfully, and took a mild sip, followed by a deep sigh before she hoisted herself up into the back of the wagon, curling up next to a sackful of her apples. "hmm.. That does seem quite fascinating." She observed, regarding Rebekah's talents. As she noticed Charity's demure servant's behavior, Tawny flashed a slight grin, those tiny, cute fangs visible in the corners of her mouth. "No problem, c'mon, have a seat, and don't be so formal."

[Rebekah Naphtali]

Rebekah smiled and shifted into the vacated seat, taking the cider from Tawny's hand, slowly raising the mug to her lips. Not accustomed to ingesting hot things, her first sip was too much, too quickly, and she made a noise of surprise, placing the mug at her feet to allow it to cool. "That was... Interesting!" she said, politely, and pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth in an attempt to soothe it.

Noting Tawny's overture to Charity, she nodded. "Yes, yes! Come sit! Unless I have somehow put you out of sorts, in which case I apologize." She shrugged, and smiled somewhat awkwardly. "The surface is a strange place to live."

[Charity Belleville]

”I apologize if I’m acting wrong miss Tawny. But it wouldn’t be right for me to sit like that.” She smiled sheepishly. “I’ll stand.” Quickly waving her hands at what Rebekah said she shook her hand. “No, no. It’s not your fault at all miss Rebekah. I understand that all of this must be quite new to you, I’d probably reacted the same way had I visited the sky where you come from.”

Looking up she gazed at the sky for a moment before turning back to the winged girl. “I never knew there was a world up there, how is it? Mind telling me more about it?”

[Tawny Artema]

As the fox-eared girl lounged at ease amidst her merchandise in the back of the wagon, she stuck her tongue out gently at Charity. "Don't be so stiff. You don't have to act like a serving girl here. We don't mind, do we, Rebekah?"

Following that, she sipped at her warm cider, and perked her ears up to enjoy their conversation, and maybe learn a few things!