> Just to be clear; are They a Hyena as well? Not that all hyenas are like those two, mind.
Yes, but she is more an exception to the rule of them being all around rude creatures than the norm. She even smells nice!
>Single tear of being amazed > Thank them for coming to your aid. >Blush furiously even though you're probably cold-blooded >I am now my warrior goddess......i mean uh.... > KISS THEM, KISS THEM NOW, LIKE THIS: *repeatedly smashes together Vivian and neighbor figures, making 'mwa' noises* >So, what brings them here? >Yes
“Thank you for being amazing! For helping me! You are very strong for a, uh, um…” “Exotic dancer?” “Yeah…that. Isn’t it a strange profession for someone like you…?” “The wealthy have strange tastes and I’m as exotic as they come, so the money’s good.”
“Wait, I’ve seen you before. You’re that lizard lady with two kids across the street aren’t you?” “Ahahatheyaremysisters! I’m single!” “...You’re weird.”
“Aaanyhow, there’s something I wanted to tell you. I have some old clothes that I don’t need and you could use, and I want you to have them. That whole burlap sack thing you have going on is a bit too...rustic you know? No offense.” “None taken! I would be glad to wear your clothes!” “...Right. Let’s go. I’m heading home after a long night, I’ll escort you back.” “You must have a lot of experience with that but no thank you, I’m good! I still have places to go and I can take care of myself!”
“Okay. Fine. Why don’t you come to my place whenever you have the time - as long as it’s not in the morning, I work late!” “Sure thing! I almost forgot - what’s your name? I’m Vivian!” “Miss Taheri, but my friends call me Janice.”
Is there something else you want to say to Janice before she leaves?
>Ask if you could introduce her to your sisters, they need STRONG role models!
They already have a strong role model, you!
>"So how good is the money as an exotic dancer?" >"Know of anyone hiring? job hunting in this economy is the pits. so long as it's at least barely respectable, want to set a good example for my sisters."
Asking about money is a crass subject, and you do not really want to pry into her private life (even one as public as hers is). Instead you ask her if she knows of any respectable jobs - no offense - but she flat out tells you that you are too short to wait tables, before halfheartedly mumbling about asking around the bar anyway. She is tired and wants to go home, so you say your goodbyes leaving you watch her head bob above the crowd as she navigates the sea of people.
As soon as she disappears from your sight you smack yourself! She is the coolest person you have met and you wanted to make a good impression on her, but somehow all your words got tangled up in your mind making you sound like some dorky weirdo. What is wrong with you? You cringe and sprint to the opposite direction, heart fluttering and hoping that she will not end up disliking you.
You head for the High Temple. You are not above asking for alms, but you still dislike going there - the place must be crowded today, and the clergy tends to get really smug about the whole affair.
ON HER WAY TO THE DISTRICT OF BLESSINGS:
Wait, what is that tune? You would recognize it anywhere, it is the one your mother used to hum when she sang you to sleep!
Him. Where that lazy no-good moocher of a brother of yours has been hiding this time! Why, you ought to…
>Push him off the ledge >Push him, rudely. >Give him a good unfriendly not nice shoving. >Notice that he improved in his music at least, it is no longer off key! >Tell him that he should have some sort of cup or bowl in front of him. Then, at least you MIGHT have SOMETHING. >Actually he has accumulated a not insignificant collection of coins and other objects thrown at him for his flute playing. >He must have assumed people were throwing things at him to be rude! (Which if they were throwing coins at him to stop might be the case) Still! Free money! > Violently nuzzle his head. With her knuckles.
“Kleeko! What on earth are you doing there, you are drawing attention to yourself!” “Oh hi Zat, good to see you cheery as usual.” “Shh! Not so loud, I’m Vivian now! Stop that this instant, people are watching!” “Zatatha, Zatatha, Zatatha, stop trying to be my mom. Accept that she’s long dead, done, and rotting in some pit in the swamp.”
“Do not speak of our parents in that tone! I will not have you disrespecting their memory!” “Oh I’m the disrespectful one now? You’re the one who abandoned our family name, our culture, our people! You took a human name to pretend to be one of them, like some lickspittle who thinks she’s better than the rest of us beastfolk.” “...You’ve been listening to that ox and his bull again.” “Ozan is a philosopher and very wise! A lot of what he says about us and the humans makes sense if you’d only listen!” “So that’s what you’ve been doing, wasting your time and playing around like a spoiled brat?”
“What would you know about my music! People give stuff to me all the time when they hear my flute.” “You mean throw at you. Who in their right mind would want to listen to your off-key wailing!” “Jasm is the sound of the future, but you wouldn’t understand. You never support me!” “We always support you! Whenever you needed a place to crash or a belly to fill we took you in!” “Well maybe you don’t need to anymore with all this coin I have!”
“You got your grubby hands on money and didn’t think of sharing with your sisters? Why you little…” “Mister Klexo, what they are doing to you! Are you okay?”
>*HISSSSSSSSSSS* >Excuse me, who are you? ...ok, HOW did your brother end up befriending a human? >Did he get a JOB!?! >Tell the lady to stay out of family matters
“Who’s this person?” “None of your business!” “My name is Celeste LaCherise, I’m...happy to make your acquaintance? Hello?”
“How do you know her? She’s a human!” “She’s...special, okay? She’s not like the other humans, but gent She’s my muse, she inspires me.” “You work for her?” “No! It’s not like that…” “Oh, does being a muse involve getting paid?” “Ah, I’m right here and can hear you both you know…”
“Wow. Okay. That’s it, we’re leaving.” “Hey listen lady! Stay away from my little brother you hear me?” “I’m sorry if I caught you in a bad moment, we’ll get properly introduced some other time seeya!” “I said we’re leaving now.”
>Vivian: maybe you are being to hard on your brother. he's his own person right?
You watch as he storms away in a huff, with his lady friend in tow.
While it is true that you almost never agree on things - he is as stubborn as you are - you still hate fighting with him.
Your chest feels tight and a burning sensation wells under your eyes. You are siblings and should be helping each other, but you always end up shouting. Why must he be so damn difficult!
Why can’t he ever be nice to you, like when you were kids?
After a while you stop, not because you feel better but because you have run out of tears. You still have a lot to do today.
Vivian is covering her chest because she is a Culture Traitor, trying to act like a mammal in order to fit into the human-dominated society here in the Capital. For shame! Changing your name and dressing like one of them, for what? What do you get in return for sacrificing your lizard swampfolk identity?
Human females are fascinated by the wild & primitive music of the swamp. It's no wonder Klexo has gotten some human floozy to latch onto him.
Vivian: You can only hope he scams her for as much money as he can before the spell wears off.
Klexo: Don't be scamming Celeste for as much money as you can.