During this night’s sleep, you (Cifer) would have a rather peaceful dream. In this dream, you had just walked through the door into Pumpkins apartment, and everyone was there. You are aware that this is a dream but it’s a peaceful one. Pumpkin was over by the couch trying to convince Kyo about letting her give them a massage as she finished giving one to Rannith, finally not being lewd. Bjorn was at the counter of the kitchen talking with Atticus who sat on one of the bar stools next to Devana, Eva (the captain of Vivians royal guard), and Caine all just chilling. Guenevere and Jesse cuddled on one of Pumpkins chairs while Seraphina, Vivian, Frostine and Bjorn’s wife all talked while also playing with Bjorn’s two youngest, Dasha and Gavriil. Dawn and Frank seem to be setting something up on Pumpkins TV but haven’t decided what to agree on.

The atmosphere is nice, refreshing even. The costal breeze reaching further this morning than it usually does and bringing with it a cool air. There seemed to be almost a weight lifted off of you, one you’ve never realized you have been carrying with you for so long but only now really got the chance to take ease in relaxing. You can feel some gentle bandaging around your horns and your tail, not from any kind of injury but almost as if it itches a bit more than what it should. Which this should be surprising since besides any kind of scraping or scratching, you haven’t felt anything on your tail in such a conventional manner since before you sold your soul to Harmond. It feels like its healing.

Seeing you come in, Atticus will turn and get up to greet you by the door “Hi. You were taking a bit long; I was worried you would miss the party.”

(After they say their hellos, Frostine will wave nervously. Gentle character interactions will take course)

(When the opportunity presents itself or when Cifer asks Frostine to come over)

Walking over Frostine will fidget with her fingers a bit as she rocks back a bit on her hooves while standing in place. “I know you asked for some time to think about it, but did you ask my mom to come? Cause it would kinda take her a bit to get here and I would really hate for her to miss everything if she is coming.”

(If Cifer says no)

“Oki. I’ll just have to tell her all bout it then and take pictures.” She’ll say excitedly. It would be a rather nice and peaceful dream besides that.

(If Cifer says yes)

“Oki! I’m so excited, did you see her on the way over? She might have been wearing a hat and...” As Frostine goes on to start her description, there will be a ring on the doorbell. From over by the couch, Pumpkin will call over You were the last to get here you open the door.

(Room for interaction)

“I don’t mind, I’ll get it” Frostine will still rush over to the door and open it excitedly, her tail wagging even faster than the usual constant tuft of pink blur it is on her lower back. Opening the door a very tall woman in all black will bend down and step through the door. She wore almost shoulder-length silk opera gloves, and a floor-length cocktail dress. A black shawl wrapped around her shoulders and a fascinator hat tilted to the left side with the veil covering her whole head and face down to just above her shoulders. While the whole outfit was rather beautiful, very conservative, there was no way to hide the very frail figure of the woman that obviously results in her poor constitution.

Frostine very gently led the woman into the room, and she spoke softly to her daughter “My child, I would like to meet the young hero you’ve been telling me about.” leading the woman in for a couple steps, Frostine looked back over to you (Cifer) for any nod of approval or disapproval.

(Cifer says no: Frostine will tell the ring master he in front of her

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(Cifer says yes: Frostine will bring the ringmaster closer so that Frostine could guide her hand to Cifers cheek so she can touch his face and see him.)

“Well, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young man. I hope you don’t mind my attire for such a lively occasion and doesn’t ruin the mood. My condition would have it so that I must cover up as to not upset anyone with my appearance. My daughter has told me some interesting things about you but why don’t you tell me about yourself a bit?”

(Engage in a short conversation. After some time)

“Frostine, can you do me a favor?” “Yes, how can I help?” “I asked Gennalie to prepare a gift for this young man, but it had slipped my mind to bring it with me on my way here. Can you go check in with him to see if its ready?” Jumping up from having gone back to playing with the children again, shell eagerly out a “Yes, I’ll be right back!” quickly as she eagerly heads out of the apartment.

Taking a couple minutes pause, shell gently turn to you (Cifer)

“Now tell me young man, you can be completely honest with me now. I have a few questions i would like to ask and I would very much like if you are direct and honest. Tell me what it is you intend to do from here on out now that you’ve escaped your binding predicament?”

(Listen) - I

“What do you think of my daughter? Shes lovely and beautiful isn’t she?”

(Listen) - II

“Before she comes back, do tell me; what are your feelings for her? I know she can be easily excitable sometimes and has quite a vivid imagination so I would like to hear from you with what hearing I have left.”

(Listen) - III

I - (Good: He can at least give one answer, flattery to the circus always helps) (Bad: He doesnt or wouldnt answer.)

II - (Good: He is rather doting and caring about Frostine) (Bad: Passive about her)

III - (Good: Hes honest and takes it rather maturely) (Bad: He hums and sighs about not being sure)

Good: Leaning forward she will ask; a smile can be heard in her voice as she asks him one last question. “Sure, you can flounder your way into maybe getting some more power than the average person but let me ask you this. If you were able to become a person like her-” She asks while gesturing to Pumpkin “What would you do? What would a young man like yourself do if he could just ask for anything or any kind of power and they would just grant it? What would you ask for?”

(He’s honest and straight forward with his answers. If he doesn’t know or isn’t sure, he could at least acknowledge the circumstance he is in and its importance.)

Bad: Leaning back the ring master will fold her hands over in her lap and let out a soft sigh I see. Our conversation is rather enlightening. Let me as you one last question before I must go and talk with Frosine. What is it your plan to actually get rid of Harmond? Or do you not have one besides relying on that cute little guild and hoping your luck prevails?

(Hes crass, disrespectful and/or cant take her seriously. He refuses to answer or doesnt give full answers.)

Very Bad: What riveting answers boy. She will say with a smile clear in her intonation. “See, I do love my daughter very dearly If you think that you can break her heart or try to take her from me, I can promise you that you will never go a day in your remaining life where you will not regret it.” Pulling her hand away, her pinky would gently graze along your jawline when you hear a sickening crunch. Right away, nothing would seem out of place until you look down at yourself. It will be about then you can see and realize every joint in your body was twisted backward, every piece of cartilage popped out of place, every bone snapped like a twig and through all these injuries, not a thing breaching your skin. In a moment’s notice all of the pain would immediately rush through you with a wave of pain like no other you’ve experienced. The sudden fictionalized pain would wake you from your dream in a cold sweat.

(Cifer tries to beat around the bush and gives the impression that he’s trying to play Frostine.)

You done fucked up: The piece of fabric that you tried to move would fall limp in your hand and noticeably missing the body that was once wearing it. Looking around, you can see that the ringmaster was now just gone, but you can still feel their presence in the room. “Truly a respectless runt, always biting at the hand that feeds it. May you should perish with the beast that you’ve groveled to for this long.” There is no sight of anything or anyone anymore at this point but even through the nothing, you could feel something firm, and round in nature press against your chest, about the size and shape of a motorcycle helmet. A magic could be felt rippling through your body down to your soul, almost like a shockwave. “And if you touch my daughter, I will make sure, personally, you will have a slow and miserable death.”

(trying to reveal her appearance)