|Ashok (beforetheeast) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-08-22 20:14:00
Humidity stuck in the air grasping at the skin while Ravi walked to visit his sister at her new job. The pure idea of seeing Naveen work amused him to no end as he was sure she had never done so in her life. She had gotten off easy though, watching an attraction, guarding some kind of tree of some sort. The Ringmaster really knew how to pick jobs for people.
Cooking apron over his shoulder, Ravi rolled his eyes at anyone who tried to stop him for some kind of small talk ‘get to know you’ conversation. If they did not have anything to say then why did they feel the need to talk?
Dark brown eyes continued to scan the horizon, the tall towers partially reclaimed by the earth punctured the skyline of the forested area. Even the Blight fae could understand the draw of the place. The trees that twisted about inside holding fast on the man made structure talked to him even from the distance. They were his kind of trees, if he ever had one.
Stepping into the Wishing Tree tent, he raised a brow at his sister. “What are you doing?”
It had been a very long time since Naveen had felt a plant like this.
Growth magic had never come as easily to her. But that did not mean she did not feel that energy, the way life could almost sing through her veins. It was just that the end of that life, the way it rotted away into new life was so much easier, natural. All sorts of plants felt different, had their own sort of feel and voice. But this one, this one spoke of a whole different magic than the magic of life and death.
Calling it work was not quite right. There was the tending to the tree, listening and knowing, but also the people that walked in for wishes and wants. They were also so simple minded, so limited in what they might want or need. And magic did as it would.
Naveen liked the tree, her tree. Nature was capricious and so was magic. Why expect anything else? She was leaning back against the tree, napping when she heard her brother’s voice. Eyes opened and she smiled. “Uh, sleeping? You know it’s this thing. Where you sleep?”
“Sleeping on a tree in the middle of a circus?” His voice spoke volumes more than his words. Incredulous would only start to describe the tone in his voice.
While he did not hate plants, much like his sister, the slow death felt more natural to his magic than the cheering on for something to grow. The plants knew as well as he did that he would not baby them into growing, they either needed to do as he said or die; it was that simple. The Wishing Tree had a strange feel to it, one that made him uncomfortable initially, as if Blighting it would do nothing to the tree itself, merely the wishes it granted.
“This is why we have trailers, Naveen.” His eyes narrowed at the plant in suspicion.
“What if they’re going to murder me they should probably be better at it.” Naveen sat up, elbows propped on her knees as she smiled. Not that she specifically knew who they would be but it didn’t really matter. Besides she had a magic tree, why wouldn’t she want to be near it?
“I thought we had trailers so I could hear you snore.” Naveen tilted her head cheekily before looking up above her at the branches. “You can feel it, can’t you? It’s so much more interesting than any of the plants around it. Like the pretty girl at the party.”
Ravi pressed his lips together in annoyance. While it had been obvious the Cirque and all its creatures had difficulties with the attackers, Ravi had no doubt that he and his sister would have escaped their targeting easily. The Templars had still been humans after all. Idiots, the lot of them.
At least one of them had been happy with their assignment. Ravi felt the Ringmaster had some demented form of humour that he could not see in the man’s face putting him as a cook as if having cooked for his sister had not been bad enough.
“It’s very…. Strange.” Ravi approached his sister and her tree, reaching out like one did a dog that might bite. The rough trunk pulsed with an energize life and magic. If he did not know better he would have said that the plant had been created by a Fae, but it had so much life no one Fae could.
“It’s a trick.” Naveen giggled happily as she pulled herself up to her feet. Her hands pressed against the bark, enjoying the rough texture beneath her palms. “Everyone hears wishes and thinks it's like santa or something.”
But it was so much more than that. A wish was not good nor evil. A wish was what the words were with all the room for interpretation that was within that. It was like life and death. One was not inherently better than the other, they existed together all muddled up so that one needed the other to exist.
“I wonder how they made it. Or maybe it grew this way. Who knows.” Naveen reached up to run her hand along one of the branches. “It’s beautiful.”
Ravi gave his sister a blank look. Maybe the Ringmaster had knew this would be Naveen’s reaction. The fae could not remember the last time he had seen his siter express so much joy over something that was not food or injuring of others.
The longer his hand grazed the rough bark the more he felt it reach back toward him. “It’s unlikely anyone made it. There’s too much magic in it for a single Fae to have grown it, no matter what kind they were.”
To Ravi’s knowledge the Tree had to be something unique to itself, not made or enhanced, something lost to the world centuries ago when humans stopped believing in magic or caring about the environment- back when four little fae were born to essentially take care of that human problem.
“You’d know better than I would.” Naveen laughed easily. Who knew if he did though. Ravi was older, had been with their people longer, but it had been centuries almost since. Maybe knowledge faded, or was buried in rings. It didn’t really matter because at least for now he kept alongside her and only in part because he didn’t trust her on her own.
“Do you know the kinds of wishes people make?” she asked with the same smile. “Wishes always seem to be petty things, so they get petty answers. From something old and magic.”
Turning back to her brother, she smirked at the sight of the apron. “So are you having fun?”
“Seems about right,” he replied removing his hand and looking around the tent further. Certain tents had a strangeness about them. As a Fae some had the ability to pop about at a whim, but their folk never did so in an actual teleportation manner. The fact that an entire cirque used such magic combined with Witches and a rare Djinn did not sit right with him. How did such tents with large trees and the gardens appear normal to the slobbering human masses that came to the circus?
“Not have as much fun as you are having with your tree,” he retorted. “I’m one of three main cooks and the rest are idiots.”
Oh certainly the cirque seemed dangerous. When had they ever run into this many like them in one place, all so different and powerful in different ways? That was what made it exciting to Naveen. It was like playing with fire, only this fire had magic. The worrying was for Ravi, and she was certain he would do plenty of it.
“Everyone’s an idiot compared to you.” She laughed. “Except me because you love me.”
Ravi attempted to push down a grin at his sister’s response. Many people might not be able to understand the level of loyalty he had to his family when he did not share that loyalty to anyone or anything else. But then, Ravi never tried to have every lasting friends or anything more than acquaintances. His loyalty to the Cirque was as flimsy as that of a sell-sword. Where others, obviously, fought for the cause, he would have let the place burn unless they tried for his sister- or if he had been bored and wanted to see human succumb to Blight.
“Well, this place is no different. And some dragon woman decided I was going to be her personal chef. The only employee I’m going to cook for is myself unless they pay me for it.”
“Too bad we signed that whole no killing thing.” Naveen sighed playfully. Still she disliked the idea of someone demanding of her brother. That was her job, her role. Ravi was hers and no one else’s because Ravi came with her. Anyone else presuming the same was an idiot. “I bet it’d be cool to kill a dragon. I mean they always make it look so cool in the movies.”
“But me too right?” she demanding, pouting up at him. “You’ll cook for me too?”
While the image played out in his head of his Blight taking over a large lizard with wings, spores opening and spreading tearing open the body from the inside and destroying the membrane looking wings, Ravi knew it would take a lot out of any of them to take down such a creature. It might have been amusing though.
Ravi rolled his eyes. “Once a week. If you ask me every damn day, you can starve.”
“Noooo.” Naveen sulked, reaching up to wrap her arms around her brother's neck like a petulant child. Which maybe she still was, honestly she didn’t care. It was not like she really knew how a fae her age was supposed to act really. The only one she had spent much time with was Ravi and really he wasn’t that much older than her.
“You can’t let me staaaaarve.” she whined, setting her chin on his chest. “You caaaaaan’t.”
“There is literally a Dining Hall for employees to eat at where food is made for the masses. I don’t have to feed you.” His tone nearly flat he did not bother removing his sister from around his neck; she would just re-attach herself anyhow. It took a long moment before he walked forward with her around his neck and dropped her at a tall root off the tree.
“You can find someone human or something and have them go get you food if you are too lazy to do it yourself.”
“I don’t want food for the masses, you can’t make meeeee.” Naveen whined further, allowing Ravi to set her down on a root but still remaining firmly latched. She pulled on her best sulk as she looked up at him with big eyes. While her brother might be an ass, he was an ass that usually ended up going along with what she wanted either way.
“But I want Ravi food, not some dumb human’s food.”
Ravi rolled his eyes at his sister. “Don’t give me that pout. I’m immune to it after a century of dealing with it. And now I don’t have to actually cook for you.”
She was right in her thoughts. He would likely give in, but not that night. He had already dealt with being ‘trained’ by the other cooks and having shitty humans try to say they are allergic to something that they obvious had no allergy too. Ravi had contemplated blighting someone’s food until the order was taken away from him and dealt with by another cook.
“Half the cook staff are not humans. The humans would be the ones fetching you food. And that’s something you like right? Others doing your work?”
“Well yeah but that’s not the same at all.” Naveen continued to sulk, tilting her head back to look at the tree. “Do you see this, tree? He’s abandoning me already.”
Dramatically she let go of him to wrap her arms around the trunk of the tree. “He’s going to leave me all alone so that he can cook for some nasty dragon lady instead! Have you ever heard of something so cruel?”
“I am not cooking for the dragon. She can ask the other cooks. My job is to cook during the show not before or after the fucking thing.” Ravi paced out away from his pouting sister and her tree friend. Raising a brow, he just waited until she was done whining.
“You can get your own fucking food. Now, if you’ll shut up I’ll make us dinner. Come on.”
A grin grew easily as Ravi snapped at her. It was pretty clear he had made off the worse of the two of them with assignments yet he was still indulging her in this current fancy of a cirque. After all it was something new and new didn’t always come along easily in their lives anymore.
Letting go of the tree, she pressed her hand against the bark for a moment before flouncing to her brothers side. “Ooooh, what are you going to make?”