fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

[fair_trouble]

[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

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["Very well. I'll see that the rest of the caravan knows in short order."

Since the situation is settled Emery gives the Hob a bright smile.]

We look forward to working with everyone.

[The Hob nods and dismisses them with a hand gesture, which means they're now free to begin the awkward process of exiting the wagon (made slightly more awkward by a cluster of goblins waiting outside who will immediately pretend to be very busy the moment the door opens.)

As soon as they're free Emery wastes no time in sidling over to Zelgadis to tease him in an undertone:]



"Because Emery says so," huh~?

[chimerad]

[the wagon groans with the relief of being freed from rock-carrying, and Zel has barely a second before Emery's slinking over; the tone prompts an indignant scoff and slight puff-up of his chest to counteract the flush on his face he's masking up.]

Between a bodyguard and employer, the latter's got the final say. I'm the one that just has to make sure you don't get hurt in the process.

[he pulls his hood back up.]

Are you fine with this? Or did you just agree to avoid causing more strain on this whole situation? Because if it's too much of a problem, we can just leave ahead of schedule; they already have our money.

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[Emery chuckles, pleased by the flash of purple that's briefly visible before Zel covers up.

It does feel a little weird though to be referred to as Zel's employer, even if that's part of the whole cover story they're going with. It's not like Emery is paying him anything. Unless paying Zel with his body counts?

Zel would probably fuss and bluster if Emery made a remark about that. Fortunately for certain chimeras, Emery decides to answer the question instead.]

I really am fine. I've done stuff like this before, and it might be interesting to get a look at the market from this perspective. [Plus he can keep an ear out for useful info from any customers who might be inclined to chat.] Anyway, I already gave the Hob my word so I wouldn't want to go back on it regardless.

[Emery wouldn't consider himself an overly honorable sort, but it's best to have a little credibility in life, right?]

[chimerad]

[Zel grunts an acknowledgment. he wouldn't be opposed to going back on the agreement if Emery was genuinely troubled by it - what, like he's ever gonna see these little guys again? - but he'll let this play out as Emery suggests.

to that end, once town comes into view and the wagons are directed to areas allotted to travelers to come to rest, and some of the other goblins clamoring about call for the extra arms to heft things being unpacked and follow on to the market street.

he sighs and gets to it, shrugging off the burdensome loads (maybe it is kind of nice to be appreciated or even outright marveled for his base strength but shut up) and enduring an almost endless stream of "more to the left" and "not that way this way" and such.

it's a living, as some may say...]

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[As Zel suffers the gofer work, Emery is put under the guidance of Tantabel (it seems she's the one usually in charge of carrying out the Hob's whims) and a few other merchants. They set Emery to familiarizing himself with the merchandise and how much it's worth, pumping him with about as much information as they can over the course of the evening. At least Emery doesn't actually have to start until tomorrow.

Here and there, Emery tries to observe the market. While Fairford is a proper town with buildings and docks and whatnot, the bulk of the market is made from impermanent structures. Tents, booths that are easy to assemble and disassemble, carts, and so on. The people are an interesting assortment, and with Fairford being on the Ganaranth River they mostly seem to be water fairies. Emery catches glimpses of serpentine nixies, selkies with their cloaks firmly tied around their necks, and sirens with human faces and the bodies of enormous sea birds. And those are just the ones he can identify.

When Zel next gets a chance to actually speak with Emery again, Emery's seated in the back of a wagon, his bedroll laid out on the floor and a hand mirror in his hand. He is examining his reflection thoughtfully- his appearance is different from usual. Emery's not only turned into a girl, he's also given himself longer, dark hair and dark eyes. But the clothes are the same as what he was wearing earlier, so hopefully it won't take more than a moment for Zel to clue in.

At Zel's approach Emery lowers the mirror and looks at him.]

What do you think?

[chimerad]

...!

[Zel double-takes, at first startled by a seeming stranger of human statue among them, then double-surprised when he hears Emery's voice.

because it's Emery!]

Your hair is dark.

[yeah no shit. but what else is he supposed to focus on! he didn't know he could do that; the most he's seen is blond guy to blonde girl...and maid outfit...]

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[Emery laughs, and if the voice wasn't already enough to figure it out then that reaction probably seals it.

As is the inevitable quip:]

I guess it works as a disguise. I think you're more surprised now than you were when you first saw my tits.

[Emery idly lifts a hand to a loose lock that isn't in his braid and plays with it a little.]

So does it look good?

[chimerad]

[stupid. OBVIOUSLY the hair is darker! but c'mon! he, he didn't know that could happen!

he grimaces at the remark on his surprise, forcing a scoff and turning his head; he can't help but peer sidelong, though, just as quickly giving up the pretense to just...look at him.]

I think so.

...I didn't know you could change hair colors.

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I can change a lot of things. I told you, I'm just limited to human forms.

[Admittedly, Zel may have been distracted from the implications because when Emery said that it was the aforementioned first-time-Zel-saw-his-tits. His bare tits, anyway.]

Y'know when I first got these powers I wound up with a different hair color every day? But in the end I decided I like my natural color best. [It's a lot like his mom's, although hers is more of a strawberry blonde.

Or was, anyway.]

[chimerad]

Ah...

[it's a faltering, trailed-off sound, still feeling unsteady from the revelation.

feeling lame:] It's good.

[what? the disguise? the natural color? yes!]

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[Emery looks at Zel quietly for a moment, not sure how to feel about Zel's evident shock.]

...I changed my eye color too, you know. [He points at himself.] Wanna take a closer look?

[chimerad]

[Zel bristles a bit, still tender from feeling abjectly stupid, but he's also nosy. after a slight hesitation, he approaches to peer, using that matter of being invited to look as excuse to actually look, rather than just flick a fleeting glance.

this, of course, he takes seriously in spite of his feeling of foolishness.]

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[Emery gazes at Zel in return, letting them have a moment of prolonged eye contact. (Though he blinks occasionally, so it's not an outright stare at least?) As he'd told Zel, his eyes are a different color from usual; instead of the normal blue-green color, they're a very dark grey, bordering on black. His eyelashes have also darkened to match the rest of his hair, which makes them stand out more than usual.



While Zel examines Emery, Emery will be taking advantage of the opportunity to quietly admire Zelgadis in return. He quite likes Zel's eyes or eye anyway since the other one's generally hard to see and the stones that line them make for a pretty effect. He wonders if Zel would be offended if Emery told him that.

He also wonders if Zel got his eye color from one of his parents and if so, which one. No point in asking since Zel undoubtedly doesn't know. If he looks for it, Emery can see a bit of a resemblance to Rezo- Emery's never met the man but he's seen paintings and a relief of the Great Sage before.

But Zel's much nicer looking and Emery doesn't think that's entirely his own bias. Rezo always had an aloof, arrogant look in his depictions. But Emery's seen Zel smile, and grumble, and cry, and just generally look more human despite the stone skin.]

[chimerad]

[damn dunking on your own pc while telling mine how pretty he is

for a minute or two, Zel is quietly contemplative in putting these unfamiliar features into the context of the Emery he knows. colors are different, but the shapes and form are the same that he knows. surface-level, at least (he wonders if the rest of him has shifted in some way...or maybe not? why would there be a need to be for a day of hocking goblin goods?)

either way, he's pretty...]

...

[he wants to touch him.]

...

[blink.

where is he again?

blinkblink.

he straightens back up, clearing his throat, obviously a bit flustered.]

It--it-it's good. [already said that BUT WHATEVER!] Are...are you ready to take care of business? [..,] The, wares. I mean.

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[The thing about prolonged eye contact is the intimacy really makes Emery want to kiss Zelgadis. Especially when Zel looks all thoughtful and flustered and soft-eyed, and Emery can't stop thinking about how beautiful he is.

In fact, Emery's just started to lean forward when Zel straightens up, out of easy smooching range. A tragedy!!! Betrayal! Emery would pout if it weren't for the fact they are with the caravan right now, and the odds are good that the moment they liplocked someone would come along to interrupt them.

Especially since Emery is supposed to be helping with the evening and night shifts soon.]

Yeah, just let me get changed first. [Emery turns and grabs his pack and begins the process of pulling out clothes. He fortunately already knows what he's going to wear, so it's not going to be a long period of primping! Just enough time for him to change into a low-cut dress and tidy his hair up a bit more.]

[chimerad]

[it's a tragically easy spell to break, given the environment they're in (Zel's not feral enough to follow impulses in public; he'd die of shame and he still wants to live despite being a cursed freak). still, Zel feels a pang of regret in having to turn away; he pulls on the canvas of the wagon and stands in the remaining opening to give Emery some privacy whether he wants any or not. it's the principle!

he glimpses over his shoulder when he hears a telltale sign of being done enough just in time to be hollered over for more manual labor, which he heads off to with a soft grumble behind the mask. he's about reached his limits of public interaction and wants nothing more than to disappear to some secluded, quiet place...with Emery. he's not far from his mind in any of these wishes for respite, even if some of that respite becomes less restful the more he thinks about it.

it's something to look forward to, at least - an attainable goal, as opposed to his far-flung wishes that skirt along the edges of almost-impossible.

sigh.]

Yeah, yeah... [he'll hoist these stupid crates.]

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[Emery's indifferent to privacy, really, but he does smile a little when he notices Zel on guard. He's really taking this bodyguard role seriously.

Emery finishes changing quickly enough and clambers out of the wagon, while poor Zel is already being called in for manual labor. Emery makes sure to give him a wave on his way to working the booth.]

See you later tonight~!

[And after that they're both going to be too busy for much more than an occasional glimpse of one another.

There's a steady stream of customers, a significant portion of which are drawn in by Emery's cleavage judging by the general direction of their gazes. Never mind that some of those looks come from eyes that are distinctly nonhuman, it seems tits are still widely popular. Emery's not necessarily the fastest at processing customers or the hardest of bargainers, but he is very good at convincing people that they want whatever he's selling and the more seasoned merchants he's working with help balance out his minor weaknesses.

The sun sets and various lanterns and lamps light up across the market, giving the place an even more magical atmosphere. But the booth stays open long past that point. It's getting late, about an hour past midnight (noon, in the human realm), when the goblins finally dismiss Emery to get some sleep. Perhaps they'd noticed how even Emery's bright smile is starting to flag.



Emery heads back to the wagons, yawning and dodging various late night shoppers. Now where has his better half gone off to? If Zel's sensible, Emery figures he'll be sleeping somewhere, but he suspects Zel is serious-minded enough to have stayed up for him.]

[chimerad]

[the moment it's clear that Emery's been free from the shackle of commerce and starts on his way back, his steps are shadowed. Zel lets himself be heard, not inclined to scaring him.]

That was much more than just 'lending a hand,' if you ask me. [he's slightly peeved at how long that took; all he'd had to do after hauling crates was skulk around like a weirdo! which, granted, he's able to do, but...hrngh. this is a provincial, simple town, he had to keep moving from spot to spot while also making sure he could keep Emery in view.

annoying!]

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[Emery recognizes those heavy, broody footsteps; a moment later he catches a glimpse in his peripheral and looks over to see Zel falling into step nearby. He's not surprised to see Zelgadis.

What does surprise him is the little swell of relief he feels at knowing Zel's nearby once more.

Stowing that thought away for later scrutiny, Emery laughs off Zel's complaint.]

It was a productive night for sales. I hope the Hob's happy.

[He'd better be after asking Emery to let customers ogle him all night! (The Hob did not ask for that.)

Emery deliberately slows his pace and moves closer to Zel, so that they're walking side by side.]

You didn't have to stay up for me, you know.

[chimerad]

[he grunts, unenthused. the Hob can choke on his own happiness for all Zel cares.

he falls into closer step at Emery's arm.

flatly:] I'd be a worthless bodyguard if I didn't.

[and besides! what else was he gonna do? wander off on his own and pine? sure, he's an old pro at that, but that was before he had someone to look out for. also: not his country. it's not like meandering the backroads to Atlas City or anything.

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That again, huh?

[Emery tugs off the tie at the end of his braid and begins to run his fingers through his hair, loosening the dark strands.]

Well since you're so concerned about your duties, I expect you to also stay close to me tonight. ♥

[He gives Zel a sideways glance and a smile, followed by a quick pat on the arm.]

[chimerad]

…

[Zel doesn’t answer aloud, which is something of an answer in of itself, isn’t it?

he wishes he could’ve undone that braid for him.]

Are we staying with the wagons tonight?

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[Truly Zelgadis is devoted. A man of rigid principles. And other rigid things.]

Mm. I already set up a bedroll in one of the wagons, though if it's too crowded for you we can sleep outside. [Still near the caravan, alas, but Zel might consider it preferable to sleeping in the same wagon as some goblins.]

[chimerad]

[he interprets "too crowded" as "we are bunking with a bunch of goblins" and grimaces.]

They're not going to throw us in subspace again so we don't take up room?

[fair_trouble]

Of course not, silly, nobody's trying to arrest us this time.

[Though really, was it so bad? Sure they slept on a floor and had to fit themselves in with the peas and potatoes and whatnot- but at least they got to be alone together! Emery's extroverted enough to enjoy hanging around the caravan, but that doesn't mean he's not already missing the benefits of when it's just him and Zel.]