To Flow From

A deal was a deal, even when you were a fairy. Even where you were Robin, oft called Goodfellow.

So he showed up on Midwinter night, waiting for a shapeshifting sister to arrive and fulfill her end of the bargain. There was a trip to be made, there were places to show her. He was sprawled on a rock by the baths, chewing on a straw he'd brought over from his land. It tasted like cinnamon, and it made him smile.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, Robin thought as he strolled into the lower level of Emanare.

A bored Robin was never a good thing. He didn't even feel like curdling anybody's drinks. Maybe taking a dip in the baths would somehow help? He might meet someone interesting. Or he might trick someone interesting. Life was unpredictable in its better moments.

He abandoned his clothes on a nearby rock and slid into the water... in the shape of an otter. He liked this shape in water, the agility of the small, sleek body, and he swam around for quite some time, working tension out of his muscles.

He spotted legs a short way away and swam around and between them, wet fur sliding against skin, hoping to take whoever they belonged to by surprise... With a bit of luck, there would be some shrieking and splashing. All in good fun!

Loli was in the cafe, sat up at the counter, humming along to a song on the cafe's radio, relaxing with a large pink milkshake, and enjoying the bright winter sun that was shining through the windows. She currently looked like she belonged utterly to the style of the cafe, dressed in all pastel blues and soft pinks. "Nice day," she offered to the person that came up to the counter next to her.