[To say that she's annoyed at being pulled awake before the time she would normally get up to head to the bakery is a bit of an understatement. It's ture that half-elves don't really need to sleep in much the same way as the other races of Exandria (thanks to being, yanno, half-elf), but Lady Vex'ahlia Vessar de Rolo is very partial to being in the arms of her husband when she can convince him to leave his workshop behind. So, it is an immensely.... pissed Vex that is looking around. She notes the lack of Fenthras with a soft mutter under her breath and that she's missing Raven's Slumber (and therefore Trinket) with a louder curse.]
All right. This isn't funny. Thirteen, take me back, right this second.
[The silence around her is deafening and worrying as well.]
Pike? Scanlan? Grog? [A pause as she feels a tendril of cold go up her back at a lack of Percy's slumbering and chaotic familiar bond in the back of her mind.] Percy? [Another at a cold realization...] Vax???
[And then, there's the satchel that she wastes no time in tearing open to find paltry, cheap bread and water as rations. And a suspicious vial demanding she consume it.] What the fuck is this?
Enchanted Garden
[After her time with the potion, Vex is rather upset. She understands that not only is she not on Exandria, she's not even in Folkmore anymore. All that she'd gone through in the last near-year in that world might as well be nothing. She's unarmed and alone again, even without Trinket for the first time in ages. She's raw and open and scared. Which means that she is now angry and stomping through the garden to find out who's in charge. There's a vague sennse of a dream that still lingers, but that and the note left to her just reminds her more and more of the Feywild, and all in a way to guarantee her righteous anger. However, she's not so angry that she doesn't recognize the area as a tended sort of garden and some of the plants themselves. not only is she a accomplished survivalist, but spending so much time with Keyleth has taught her about more plants than she cares to talk about.
She stops before a particularly large Lily of the Valley and leans down to sniff the flower as a way to center herself. When she hears someone approaching, she stands, hand going to her non-existent belt-knife with a roll of her eyes that might cause them to roll right out of her head.]
I hear you, so please don't try and drag this out longer than it needs to be. I'm not in the mood to play stupid.
Playing House
[To be fair, she's not that happy to play around with the eggs when they're shoved in her face. Dragons and Vex'ahlia have a long, complex relationship and in her experience there's only been one worth associating with sans weapons drawn. So, when the strange townsfolk approach her and shove an egg at her, saying she's unhappy is.... Yeah, that's just not strong enough for how she feels.]
What are you up to with this? [There's mention of payment and Vex can feel everything in her caves.] Fine. But I want proof of compensation when this is all over.
[A person nearby is shoved at her and the egg, the nearby Forest Witch whispering about cooperative hatching.] This... this isn't the most bizarre thing to happen to me, but this is rather up there. Sorry.
A Suspicious Message - Network
Who or what do I love the most? That's rather easy. It's my brother, husband and all of our friends. Anyone who knows me knows that.
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Vex'ahlia Vessar de Rolo | Critical Role | Folkmore CRAU | OTA
[To say that she's annoyed at being pulled awake before the time she would normally get up to head to the bakery is a bit of an understatement. It's ture that half-elves don't really need to sleep in much the same way as the other races of Exandria (thanks to being, yanno, half-elf), but Lady Vex'ahlia Vessar de Rolo is very partial to being in the arms of her husband when she can convince him to leave his workshop behind. So, it is an immensely.... pissed Vex that is looking around. She notes the lack of Fenthras with a soft mutter under her breath and that she's missing Raven's Slumber (and therefore Trinket) with a louder curse.]
All right. This isn't funny. Thirteen, take me back, right this second.
[The silence around her is deafening and worrying as well.]
Pike? Scanlan? Grog? [A pause as she feels a tendril of cold go up her back at a lack of Percy's slumbering and chaotic familiar bond in the back of her mind.] Percy? [Another at a cold realization...] Vax???
[And then, there's the satchel that she wastes no time in tearing open to find paltry, cheap bread and water as rations. And a suspicious vial demanding she consume it.] What the fuck is this?
Enchanted Garden
[After her time with the potion, Vex is rather upset. She understands that not only is she not on Exandria, she's not even in Folkmore anymore. All that she'd gone through in the last near-year in that world might as well be nothing. She's unarmed and alone again, even without Trinket for the first time in ages. She's raw and open and scared. Which means that she is now angry and stomping through the garden to find out who's in charge. There's a vague sennse of a dream that still lingers, but that and the note left to her just reminds her more and more of the Feywild, and all in a way to guarantee her righteous anger. However, she's not so angry that she doesn't recognize the area as a tended sort of garden and some of the plants themselves. not only is she a accomplished survivalist, but spending so much time with Keyleth has taught her about more plants than she cares to talk about.
She stops before a particularly large Lily of the Valley and leans down to sniff the flower as a way to center herself. When she hears someone approaching, she stands, hand going to her non-existent belt-knife with a roll of her eyes that might cause them to roll right out of her head.]
I hear you, so please don't try and drag this out longer than it needs to be. I'm not in the mood to play stupid.
Playing House
[To be fair, she's not that happy to play around with the eggs when they're shoved in her face. Dragons and Vex'ahlia have a long, complex relationship and in her experience there's only been one worth associating with sans weapons drawn. So, when the strange townsfolk approach her and shove an egg at her, saying she's unhappy is.... Yeah, that's just not strong enough for how she feels.]
What are you up to with this? [There's mention of payment and Vex can feel everything in her caves.] Fine. But I want proof of compensation when this is all over.
[A person nearby is shoved at her and the egg, the nearby Forest Witch whispering about cooperative hatching.] This... this isn't the most bizarre thing to happen to me, but this is rather up there. Sorry.
A Suspicious Message - Network
Who or what do I love the most? That's rather easy. It's my brother, husband and all of our friends. Anyone who knows me knows that.
Wildcard
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