Shak's Boots

[01:56]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and swats her butt "Now where are my boots."

[01:56]  Mene (menefae) yelps, then giggles. "I dun have that. I didna ask for them. You'd have to ask Ms. Bell."

[01:56]  Shaktar Woodford: hnmm now that i have somethign to trade maybe we'll do that.

(The two join Gost, Tia Bell, and Blue)

[01:58]  Shaktar Woodford grumbles

[01:58]  Mene (menefae) stumbles, nearly falling, and grabs the back of Shak's pants for balance, threatening his kilt. "Halp! He wants boots!"

[01:58]  Shaktar Woodford: Miss Bell I have something of your's and i wants me boots."

[01:58]  Gost Solo: hi MeneFae and Shaktar

[01:59]  Mene (menefae) curtsies to the Pan and Tink, winking at Blue

[01:59]  Tia Bell (tiamet) looks over at Mene and Shak and puts her hands on her hips, one brow arcing high "and what makes you think ~I~ have your boots?"

[01:59]  Shaktar Woodford grumbles again lifting the tiny thing to her feet and straitening his kilt. "careful i need that."

[01:59]  Mene (menefae) turns and sticks out a pert tongue, tossing red tresses over her shoulder. "Well, *I* needed my hands. You have them, so I used what was... handy!"

[02:00]  Shaktar Woodford glares "I have it on good authority that a tink took them and if you don't have them then you should know who does."

[02:01]  Tia Bell (tiamet) wrinkles her nose at his glare and purses her lips "What if I told you it is more of a matter of Had than have?"

[02:01]  Shaktar Woodford swats Mene on the butt "Well be more careful lass. You free that kilt and i may decide to keep you for awhile."

[02:01]  Mene (menefae) tugs at the ropes, then sticks her tongue out at the mercenary again, looking at his bootless foot with a bit of impish uncertainty, then over at the other forest dwellers contemplatively

[02:02]  Gost Solo: have to leave, will keep talking later Tink, and till later to all
[02:02]  Gost Solo: Good day and sweet dreams

[02:03]  Tia Bell (tiamet) nods "Be safe Pan. and we will think about the care of de lot of them marbles. Be safe "

[02:03]  Mene (menefae) curtsies again to Pan decorously. "Sleep well, and may you fly high over NNL..."

[02:03]  Shaktar Woodford bows to pan "Be safe Pan."

[02:05]  Bluepaws McMillan: looks like everyone is heading to bed nows

[02:06]  Shaktar Woodford raises and eyebrow at Tia "And what might you mean by that?"

[02:06]  Bluepaws McMillan: sorry about shooting you earlyer Shaktar I thought you were Epiphany

[02:07]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles "Hnmm i don't see the resemblance but the miss shot is forgiven."

[02:07]  Bluepaws McMillan: you were running along the treetop area where I saw her go
[02:08]  Bluepaws McMillan: all I saw were the bottoms of your feet
[02:08]  Bluepaws McMillan: so I took the shot

[02:08]  Mene (menefae) tugs gently at her bounds again, then looks at the merc and smiles very sweetly before bringing her heel down on his stocking-clad toes, grinding gently. "Me hands?"

[02:08]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles "Ahhh i do have rather small feet."

[02:08]  Tia Bell (tiamet) giggles some "Oh well seee.... they ended up the same place any boots the tinks bring in do." Her lashes flutter and she folds her hands in front of her like a student about to recite facts. Her wings flip up making her look bigger than she is.

[02:12]  Shaktar Woodford growls and dances around a sec as his foot is stomped on glaring at the two tinks and swatting Mene sharply on the butt "You had best keep those feet to yourself or i will add your ankles to the ropes as well and drag you where i need to go. You Tia need to elaborate on that as i am new to the lands."

[02:13]  Mene (menefae) yelps again, jumping slightly, her feet coming back down in the same spot, possibly right back on his toes, hard, jerking her hips foreward to try to avoid his hand. "Drag me? Well, that's not a very nice thing to do, now, is it?"

[02:14]  Tia Bell (tiamet) coughs slightly, rolling on her feet and bouncing as her hands fidget as she tries to stay focused on the task at hand. She looks amused and excited as Mene is behaving so wonderfully and keeping the boy folks out of trouble. "It is common practice that the boots that come to never land from off island and worn off island, are brought in for cleansing." Her tone is light and airy as she smiles adorably. "Is there anything wrong with that?"

[02:19]  Bluepaws McMillan ponders about boots, having never worn any just cannot fully comprehend what everyone is talking about

[02:20]  Shaktar Woodford growls and pulls his toes from under the offending foot with a low yelp of pain pulling the tink close and tossing her over his shoulder "Draging might be a bit much but i can damn sure carry your little ass." turning his attention to Tia "So when do i get my boots back? I'll be keeping this little tink till i do. I'm sure she can cook and clean or at least make the attempt."

[02:24]  Mene (menefae) gives a soft grunt, air shooting out of her parted lips with a whoosh as her belly connects with his hard shoulder, then bringing her bound arms down against his back, smacking at his own ass with her hands, yelping, "Beast! Put me down!"

[02:25]  Tia Bell (tiamet) giggles some at the growl and she frowns a bit as he ruins the sport by throwing the tink over his shoulder. "I told you, they've been cleansed from the island." her tone drops almost scoldingly "WHat is so hard to understand about that?"

[02:26]  Shaktar Woodford growls and swats the little ass under his hand rather hard "Behave tink. I don't know Tia, why don't you try that in a language i understand. Like one that tells me where the hell my boots are?"

[02:27]  Mene (menefae) yelps again, small body jerking, the fine layer of glittery dust on her skin lightly shedding onto his skin, then her knees come forward to connect with his belly. "Beast! Put meh down!"

[02:28]  Tia Bell (tiamet) pouts some "Well for one thing, we don't necessarily like things that don't belong on our island." Her tone is slightly annoyed. "It is for the good of all that they have been disposed of."

[02:30]  Shaktar Woodford takes the hit to his stomach with a low ooffff of outrushing air and growls "Tink if you do not behave i will tie you to a tree."Looking at Tia "You did WHAT! to my boots? You know how hard those are going to be to replace?"

[02:31]  Tia Bell (tiamet) hops up floating off the ground as crows like Peter Pan

[02:32]  Mene (menefae) stills a moment at the growl, pointed ear quivering, then starts to squirm wildly. "I am behaving! I've not bitten ye yet! Put me down!"

[02:33]  Tia Bell (tiamet) lets out an amused response and settles her hands on her hips and does a nya nyah nyah wiggle "T'isna a problem for us to deal with. You took them off, and we got rid of them as is part of our duty in protecting the island fromnpssible lost things that could be bad for our environment." nods sagely "Though if we get Hooks boots... i think i would use one as an umbrella stand...." muses as one finger taps her chin.

[02:37]  Shaktar Woodford grumbles jiggling the tink on his shoulder partly to get her settles more comfortably and partly just to annoy her for his sore toes "So you mean to tell me you have nothing to trade for one of your own then? Hnmm so shall i cleanse her from the island as the price of my boots?"

[02:39]  Mene (menefae) keeps squirming, at first, even as his shoulder moves very nicely off her lower ribs and more to the softer, more forgiving flesh of her stomach. Until he mentioned cleansing her from the island. Lavendar eyes go wide as her hands fist in his hair, gently, steadily pulling to try to get him to tip his head back while she tried to lean up as far as she could to look at him, even while letting out a piercing squeak. "Don't cleanse meeeeeeeeeeee!"

[02:42]  Tia Bell (tiamet) looks slightly shocked by his statement and darts forward some eyes widening "You wouldna do that!" she burrows her hands into the pockets sewn into her skirting and she growls low finding something and she pulls out a pretty blue wrapper shiny shiny wrapped candy. "What about if I trade you one of these, would you let her go then?"

[02:48]  Shaktar Woodford growls looking down at the offered candy as best he can while the tink pulls his hair the look in her eyes softening his voice "Let go of the hair little one, I was just making a point to Tia. Feed the candy to the dog, it will hardly pay for a good pair of boots." Grumbles "Damn those boots where just getting comfortable too. You'll have to do better than that Tia."

[02:50]  Mene (menefae) sighs in relief, releasing his hair immediately and sagging down over his shoulder at his reassurance, going almost boneless for a moment. After a second of eyeing his broad, muscular back, she hums low in her throat... then dips the fingers of her right hand into his belt, slowly sliding them along his waist, back and forth, occassionally twisting her hands so just one nail scrapes along his skin, all the while humming a low ditty under her breath. After a though, she shakes her head down, letting her hair fall to hide what she is doing... and eyes all the pretty things that are within her reach on his body.

[02:54]  Tia Bell (tiamet) tucks the candy back into a pocket her amber eyes flickering angrily as she folds her arms across her chest. One brow arcs high as her eyes narrow. "Were the whole island at my disposal, if you do not find sweets a suitable payment. What would you have for them?" Her tone is measured and slightly icy not fond of having her offers turned down. "Would you have gold? Copper pieces from the colonies? Maybe a ruby the size of someones eye?" Her words whirl slightly almost cryptically. "Anything on the island, but what would do for her freedom?"

[03:01]  Shaktar Woodford grumbles squirming at the attention at his waist but not yet trusting her on her own feet Eyes going to Tia and trying to keep his voice measured "I would really like a new pair of boots, I'm not used to going without them and am not sure where i might procure another pair on this island."

[03:04]  Mene (menefae) hums some more, patently uncaring at this point to her role, since the negotiations weren't involving her. Instead, she moved her toes gently to his thigh, trying to use them for purchase to wiggle a little higher up his body, hands stretching down, gently tugging at his belt and peeking down the back of his kilt and pants. Her hair swung around as she leaned forward, very delicately unlacing the dangling black ties she could see, idly swinging her feet at the knees and playing with the flap on his kilt as she went.

[03:04]  Tia Bell (tiamet) crinkles her nose and looks thoughtful a moment, then looks at the fae he has slung over his shoulder. "If you can get the supplies she will make you a new pair of boots. But we ourselves tend not to kill anything that would be suitable for the kind of footwear you'd be accustomed to." She frowns slightly, her wings flipping agitatedly. All this fuss over some stinky smelly boots.

[03:07]  Mene (menefae): ((Hi, Aldwyn))
[03:08]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont): eep!
[03:08]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont): ((Hi!))

[03:08]  Tia Bell (tiamet) starts rummaging in Aldwyn's pockets looking for the 2 marbles Pan gave him "Where'd you put them?"

[03:09]  Bluepaws McMillan: (hiya Aldwyn

[03:10]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) squirms around, "Hey, that tickles!"

[03:11]  Tia Bell (tiamet) grumbles and pins her knees at his sides as she runs her hands over his clothing looking for some lumps that should be the prizes she intends to take. "Not meaning to tickle you! Just trying to find what's mine!"

[03:12]  Shaktar Woodford looks thoughtful a moment as he considers the offer feeling the tinks hands at his pack he swats behind himself "That is not behaving Little one. Hnmmm i have taken deer and rabbits for food since i got here. If i give you one deer skin and 2 rabbit i think it fair that i get a spare set just in case another tink decides to cleanse my dang boots."

[03:12]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) makes a grab for Tink's hands, "Pan gave them to me, they're mine now"

[03:12]  Tia Bell (tiamet) growls low a stormy expression crossing her face "BUt I want them! Canna you give them to me?"

[03:13]  Mene (menefae) squeaks faintly, pouting, then leans forward and puts her mouth to the middle of his back, very gently biting, then humming against his pinched flesh before murmuring, "I wasna exactly mis-behaving, neither..." She eyes the ties some more, then experimentally tugs one to see if she has it loose enough to come free.

[03:14]  Tia Bell (tiamet) looks over a wrinkle in her nose as she wiggles it, the pause letting her hands be caught "SHe can make 2 as long as you bring her enough supplies to do so."

[03:16]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) reaches inside his shirt's hidden pocket and brings out two marbles, "Alright, since you asked so nicely.."

[03:18]  Tia Bell (tiamet) glees making a grab for the two marbles her amber eyes glittering with excitement. "Really?" she sounds gleeful and joyful at the idea of getting them so easily.

[03:19]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) closes his hands before Tink can grab them, grinning at the little fairy, "Not so soon. I want kisses."

[03:21]  Shaktar Woodford Draws a sharp breath as he feels the teeth at his back grumbling as he feels the pack at the small of his back come loose and fall to the ground scattering his eating utensils and small packs of seasoning on the ground "Your gonna pick that all up tink and if anything goes missing we''ll discuss that cost later. little tink. I think i can agree to that Tia but i want your assurance i will not be long without my boots."

[03:23]  Tia Bell (tiamet) tips her head and pouts slightly. Her eyes look contemplating, examining his face before pursing her lips. "How many kisses?" Her tone is curious with a slight hint of suspicion.

[03:24]  Mene (menefae) tips my head, wondering what his problem is, even as she starts to tie the black string around his bow, forming an ornate spider web between the bow shaft and the string, gently but definitely tying the two together. She looks at the scattered items, then nods her head rather drunkenly, the blood having been rushing to her brain. "Aye, I'll collect dem for ye... and if ya have the supplies, I can have the boots for ye in a day or so, if they's already tanned. But I not be wanting any o the meaty bits left, and it will take longer if I have to tan them, myself. The pitch and sap, I can get myself."

[03:25]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) gazes up at Tink as he ponders, "Oh, I don't know... until I'm happy?"

[03:29]  Tia Bell (tiamet) giggles and shifts sitting on him some as she digs in a pocket sewn into her skirting, she pulls out a small silver object, and takes his other hand tucking the small thumb sized cup into it and folds his fingers over it "there is a very fine kiss for you." her eyes go to the hand guarding the marbles "Now can I have them?" She looks over at Shak "You can have one pair of them within the week.... but she will need more time than that to do 2 pairs."

[03:34]  Shaktar Woodford nods setting the tink to the ground and freeing her wrists "The skins are cleaned and scraped but not tanned."reaching over and swatting Mene's ass as he turned to her "Gather my stuff tink and don't think a hunter wouldn't realize when his bow was tied to his belt."

[03:36]  Aldwyn (aldwyn.beaumont) looks at the little silver cups, "What are these? They're not kisses!"

[03:37]  Mene (menefae) plops on her feet, swaying dizzily and again grabbing his belt as the blood goes back and the world rights, her eyes almost rolling in her head. "Whoa." She looked at him in confusion, then smirks and sinks to her knees, collecting the items and putting them away even neatly, rather orderly and keeping the grass from inside, giving a bemused smirk. "I didna tie nothin' ta yer belt." Once done, she gets to her feet, cocking a brow and handing the pouch to him again, not having made an attempt to steal a thing. "It will take longer, closer to the week, to tan them, meself, but I can do it. Either bring me or the Bell the skins as soon as ye can, and I'll get started, but it takes a right good week for good leathers. Then I can measure yer smelly feet and get them sized, and the stitchin's will go fast enough. Agreed?"

[03:38]  Tia Bell (tiamet) blinks looking slightly insulted. "They are so kisses! Fine silver kisses from the mainland!" Her lips purse and her bottom lip quivers as she eyes the hand keeping the marbles from her.

[03:40]  Shaktar Woodford grumbles "Agreed, I have the skins prepaired so i'll leave them at Tia's house as soon as i can get back to my camp and gather them. I don't see you gatheriing my things little Tink."

[03:42]  Mene (menefae) looks at the pouch in her gleaming fingers, then at the mercenary, raising a brow with a small grin and lifting the pouch higher, wondering if the poor man had an eyesight problem, despite his skill with his blade. "Ahem... I believe these be the things yer lookin' for?"

[03:47]  Shaktar Woodford sighs taking the pouch and sliding the belt around so he can tie the pouch back in place "Thank you ..being so little i missed that you had them already." Taking the bow from his back and looking at the mess he hands it to the little elf "This too please."

[03:48]  Mene (menefae) smiles slightly, even at the crack about her height, completely unconcerned of what he thought of her appearance as she bobbed another of those slight curtsies. She positively beams when the spider-webbed mess of black lacing and bow is presented, handling it like it's a cherished gift and grinning excitedly into his face. "Isn't it BEAUTIFUL?"

[03:51]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and shakes his head

[03:52]  Shaktar Woodford: "Yes it is beautiful made by my father and given to me when i came of age. I would like it in working condition though please."

[03:54]  Mene (menefae) gives a softly pained cry, facing falling as she hugs herself that he did not like her handiwork, tears filling pansy eyes and sadly taking it, smothering a small sniffle, sitting dejectedly on the ground and slowly, sadly beginning to unwind the black string from haft and string, sniffling a little. "I made it pretty for you..." Her fingers are sure, never stumbling as she unweaves what looks like a complicated mess, dejectedly handing him the first roll of string she'd taken, then working on the second.

[03:59]  Shaktar Woodford sighs and rubs the cheek of the little elf "It is beautiful work but my bow is my life and i need to be able to use it.. now if you where to make another for me with a different framework i would like that very much. Keep the strings. Of those i have several."

[04:01]  Mene (menefae) blinks, considering his words, rather surprised at that, and his touch, her eyes flaring slightly. For a moment, she looks uncertain, then gently tucks the ball of black string into a small pouch hanging off the side of her skirt, going back to unravelling the other. Her pluck rebuilds some before she finishes, handing him back the weapon and getting up, hands briskly brushing the dirt and grass off the butt of her skirt, tossing her head slightly and trying for a haughty sniff, though it still contains a hint of water. "Well... we'll just see, won't we? First, I needs be making some boots, apparently..."

[04:04]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and nods "Yes i would appreciate my boots as soon as possible. Cold sore feet are not something i am accustomed to." grumbling "Should have asked for some new socks. Gonna need them."

[04:06]  Mene (menefae) looks at him curiously, red tresses slipping over her glittering skin, looking confused. "Socks? What for we need those for? Ye already use stockings." Curiously, she'd stare down at her own bare feet, slightly damp from the dew, the odd bit of grass or streak of dirt on them... then give a heavenly sigh and wiggle her toes in the castle lawn. "Aye, no being be needing socks if they got their feet or proper boots on"

[04:15]  Shaktar Woodford looks down at his own feet and sighs as he reaches down and strips the socks from his feet tucking them in his belt and standing barefoot as the small elf next to him. "Socks little one help keep the feet dry and warm, but these will have to be put up till i can get boot to protect them or they'll not last the week."

[04:18]  Mene (menefae) grins and wiggles her toes again. "Dry and warm makes them weak. Run like the wind, get them calloused and used to the elements. Ye never hear "get out of those wet clothes" said to a fae, ye dun, 'cause we un spend all our time hiding from the wind. It's not what hurts ye the most."

[04:21]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles "I think i have heard that a time or two of late. But i take your point non the less. "

[04:23]  Mene (menefae) tilts her head, wondering who else had been passing on fairy wisdom - and actually looking a little shocked he would remember hearing it, since it seemed most had it go in one holey ear and straight out the other. Instead, she hummed, hands behind her back, rocking on her heels, and then felt her lips twist. "So... how long til I be getting them skins?"

[04:26]  Shaktar Woodford smiles "Well if you walk with me for a bit we can get them strait away. They are in my camp in the woods .

[04:30]  Mene (menefae) considers, then raising her hand, pinkie held hi. "I want yet solemn oath we JUST be getting them skins. Swear it on all ye hold dear!"

[04:32]  Shaktar Woodford nods a small grin on his lips "You have my word little one... I am still not one to take what is not freely given. Well maybe something owed."

[04:32]  Mene (menefae) giggles, then swipes his pinky and deftly shakes, eyes twinkling. "Like a pair o boots? Fair enough. Lead on, yon mercernary! Ho!"

[04:34]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and shakes his head "This way little elf.. it's not over far."

[04:37]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and gathers the hide and two skins "These should do for the boots. Is there anything else that would help speed things along?"

[04:38]  Mene (menefae) tilts my head, considering, looking at your feet, then has to side. "Sadly, no. I canna measure your feet to untanned hide. Unless ye would like to donate some piss for me?"

[04:40]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and shakes his head "No No, i think i'll pass. Let me know when the hide is ready and i'll sit for you."

[04:41]  Mene (menefae) nods. "Should take about a week, sadly, as I have to tan them proper-like, but then I shall send message somehow and get to those big ol feet of yers."

[04:43]  Shaktar Woodford looks down at his feet and grumbles "I suppose next to your own they are kinda big... I'll be looking forward to hearing from you then little elf."

[04:44]  Mene (menefae) grins, then winks a violet eye. "Dinna worry, they be big, but nicely shaped, for all that."

[04:45]  Shaktar Woodford smiles "I really would like to see more of your string work when you have the chance...."

[04:46]  Mene (menefae) blinks, then tilts her head, looking surprised. "Really truly?" She pauses a moment, then narrows her eyes. "Why?"

[04:48]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and shrugs "It is not something i have seen and would like to see how intricate your work can be when not hanging from someone's back."

[04:50]  Mene (menefae) blinks, then giggles, sticking out her tongue again and sitting down, hugging her knees with a grin. "Oh, but I think I did *quite* well, considering what I had to work with. It looked just like a silver moonspinner's web!" She gave a gleeful giggle, then holds out her arms, gesturing toward the lacing up her arms. "I made these, though not as pretty as most."

[04:54]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and walks close to the small elf running his finger down the length of her arm tracing the intricate patterns there "very nice work..a skill that could come in handy indeed."

[04:56]  Mene (menefae) blinks, then shivers at the touch, watching his fingers quietly, then looking back up, brow confused. "Come in handy? I enjoy my knotworks..."

[05:00]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and reaches up touching the cords on his arms "That kind of work would come in handy when i have to use these to bind a catch."

[05:01]  Mene (menefae) looks at him, eyes narrowing, then back at her intricate wraps. After a moment, she does have to give a sour little nod of her had, having to admit that work like her's was a lot harder to pull free from or unravel if one did not know the ins and outs, then narrow her eyes threateningly at him. "Just who will ye be binding? Not myself or Ms Bell?"

[05:03]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and runs a finger along her chin "Smile little one, have either of you given me cause to use such binding?"

[05:03]  Mene (menefae) tilts her head, red waves cascading wildly, then makes a thought mou, pointing out, "She did burn your boots..."

[05:07]  Shaktar Woodford chuckles and shakes his head "Do not remind me. I have made good on that particular deed though. Hnmm I may need to look into a little something for later."

[05:08]  Mene (menefae) cants her head the other way now, red locks spilling over her breasts, a fingernail gently tapping on her log seat. "May look into what kind of something for what later? I canna follow your thoughts well..."

[05:10]  Shaktar Woodford smiles and lifts her chin tweaking her pretty nose "Ohh probably best I not elaborate one that just yet.


((RP fades out))