Preferred Alias: Lady Fetch Marital Status: Dating Tybalt, King of Dreaming Cats Preferred Dating Activity: Watching horror movies, checking out second hand stores Other Enjoyable Activity: Getting thrown off cliffs. Pet Peeves: Morning people, slow drivers
May had been in the middle of examining the wares of the clothing store--the name had caught her attention at first, and then she was looking for anything shiny because her own sparkly pink skirt and tie-dyed tanktop were starting to look a bit worse for wear--when the display popped up and--
"1. Ew! 2. Toby would find a way to kill me. Or maybe shoot me with elfshot again. And, I don't know, take embarrassing pictures of me for a century. 3. Eeew!" She squealed, wrinkling her nose at the display. At least that alias was one that some people used for her, not that she liked it. But Oberon's teeth, she didn't want anyone thinking she was dating Tybalt. Or that she actually liked Toby throwing her off cliffs.
The raven shaped daemon on her shoulder made a small noise to get her attention before explaining the situation, and she huffed, letting go of a skirt she'd been looking at and turning to face the rest of the store. She didn't want to leave yet, dammit. She brightened, gray eyes sparkling nearly as much as her clothes when she spotted someone.
"Hi there! I'm May Daye! Um, this is awkward, but could you help me out with something? It'll be quick and painless, I promise." And she hoped she was right.
[OOC: May is wearing her human glamour here, but anyone with magical powers is feel to free see it to see her pointed ears and really pale gray eyes]
B. Wild and wonderful
Many of the creatures had already been sort of familiar to May--she'd tried talking to the pixies, although it hadn't worked--but this one was new. And there weren't many things in nature that were new to her, given her age.
She grinned, looking more like herself than she had since the world had started tearing itself apart and she'd been torn from Jazz and the rest of her family in the process. She dropped the human disguise she was still wearing mostly out of habit, leaving the scent of cotton candy and ashes in the air as her pointed ears and too-gray eyes were revealed and she stepped cautiously towards the creature.
"Hi there. I'm May. Are you…" she paused, trying to think how to phrase this, as she got down lower, holding out a hand in the hope it would show the creature she wasn't going to hurt it or its child. "Did you...come from Faerie?" Just because she didn't recognize the creature didn't mean it hadn't started life in one of the realms Oberon had locked before he left. There were too many places none of them remembered clearly anymore, their lost lands. And now they'd all lost their homes again. But hopefully it wouldn't take them centuries to get their lands back now. Even if she and Jazz would have that time…
But she wasn't going to think about lost time like her sister did. Instead, she was getting down on the ground, not caring what it was doing to her rainbow striped tights, and beaming at a big giant green bison.
May Daye | October Daye series
Preferred Alias: Lady Fetch
Marital Status: Dating Tybalt, King of Dreaming Cats
Preferred Dating Activity: Watching horror movies, checking out second hand stores
Other Enjoyable Activity: Getting thrown off cliffs.
Pet Peeves: Morning people, slow drivers
May had been in the middle of examining the wares of the clothing store--the name had caught her attention at first, and then she was looking for anything shiny because her own sparkly pink skirt and tie-dyed tanktop were starting to look a bit worse for wear--when the display popped up and--
"1. Ew! 2. Toby would find a way to kill me. Or maybe shoot me with elfshot again. And, I don't know, take embarrassing pictures of me for a century. 3. Eeew!" She squealed, wrinkling her nose at the display. At least that alias was one that some people used for her, not that she liked it. But Oberon's teeth, she didn't want anyone thinking she was dating Tybalt. Or that she actually liked Toby throwing her off cliffs.
The raven shaped daemon on her shoulder made a small noise to get her attention before explaining the situation, and she huffed, letting go of a skirt she'd been looking at and turning to face the rest of the store. She didn't want to leave yet, dammit. She brightened, gray eyes sparkling nearly as much as her clothes when she spotted someone.
"Hi there! I'm May Daye! Um, this is awkward, but could you help me out with something? It'll be quick and painless, I promise." And she hoped she was right.
[OOC: May is wearing her human glamour here, but anyone with magical powers is feel to free see it to see her pointed ears and really pale gray eyes]
B. Wild and wonderful
Many of the creatures had already been sort of familiar to May--she'd tried talking to the pixies, although it hadn't worked--but this one was new. And there weren't many things in nature that were new to her, given her age.
She grinned, looking more like herself than she had since the world had started tearing itself apart and she'd been torn from Jazz and the rest of her family in the process. She dropped the human disguise she was still wearing mostly out of habit, leaving the scent of cotton candy and ashes in the air as her pointed ears and too-gray eyes were revealed and she stepped cautiously towards the creature.
"Hi there. I'm May. Are you…" she paused, trying to think how to phrase this, as she got down lower, holding out a hand in the hope it would show the creature she wasn't going to hurt it or its child. "Did you...come from Faerie?" Just because she didn't recognize the creature didn't mean it hadn't started life in one of the realms Oberon had locked before he left. There were too many places none of them remembered clearly anymore, their lost lands. And now they'd all lost their homes again. But hopefully it wouldn't take them centuries to get their lands back now. Even if she and Jazz would have that time…
But she wasn't going to think about lost time like her sister did. Instead, she was getting down on the ground, not caring what it was doing to her rainbow striped tights, and beaming at a big giant green bison.