Water Wings [Goblin]

[Juno]

The young man was unaware of her presence until she was upon him, the hair brushing against his cheek startling him. He gasped, flinched, and immediately moved a hand to seize whatever it was that was touching him. In his flailing, though, he ended up slapping his own cheek as he turned some in his chair. Even the small glimpse of her naked form had him blushing bright red and turning right back around to keep his head down.

"Um... Good morning, Vanora," he muttered uncomfortably, coughing slightly as he waved in the general direction of the clothes that had been set out for her. "No need to be uncomfortable, remember there are clothes for you." Idris had no idea her interest was in the journal before him. In his embarrassment he hurried to his feet and averted his eyes from her as he went to retrieve something for her to wear himself. "You must be cold," he sighed, having a hard time keeping up his manners.

[GoblinFae]

Vanora squealed in shock and jumped back, eyes wide in shock. She had not expected such a quick reaction from him and was just as surprised as he was. Her eyes blinked slowly as he talked to her, not understanding much more than her name in the entire conversation. Shyly she waved to him before moving to take his place at the desk.

Once more she resumed looking at the journal. Vanora sat down on the edge of the chair, marveling for a moment that it was warm before letting her attention return to the book. She leaned in close, trying to decipher what she was seeing, her fingers slowly turning the pages as her brow furrowed in concentration.

[Juno]

Idris stared in horror at the display of fabric as she seemingly ignored the gesture he was trying to make about the clothing. Out of the corner of his eye he watched nervously as she flipped through his journal. "Um, don't read that, please," he pleaded, groaning at what embarrassing notes he must have made. He assumed she could read even if she didn't want to speak, or could not for some reason.

[GoblinFae]

She was so enthralled by the newness and strangeness of the parchment which was smooth and rustled beneath her fingers along with the symbols that reminded her of sharp cliffs, that Vanora did not recognize that man's voice was meant for her ears to adhere to. She continued instead with her delighted page turning, pausing as she came to a blank page and tilted her head in confusion before turning to look at the room's other occupant and looking at him imploringly while pointing to the page as if to demand an explanation.

[Juno]

He stood tense as he watched her flip so easily through the pages. It became obvious to him quite quickly that she didn't understand his distress or his request of her. With a heavy sigh he took hold of the clothing meant for her and approached cautiously. Setting the small bundle beside the journal he peered over her shoulder to see that she was pointing at a blank page in the journal towards the end of that particular volume.

"I haven't written there yet," was his only explanation for her. "Now please can I have that back and would you please get dressed? I'm taking you back home...or wherever it was you came from.

"I suppose I'll ask my brother if you can't direct me there," he muttered to himself.

[GoblinFae]

She frowned when she could not understand his explanation and traced shapes onto the blank page with her finger like the symbols she had seen previously. His moving the clothes towards her and his instructions however were completely lost on her. Without a direct indication short of physically showing her, Vanora had no way of knowing what the man could have wanted. She stopped her tracing though to look at him curiously as if he held all the answers she was looking for in the world.

[Juno]

The staring should have unnerved him, but she looked lost and curious more than anything. He didn't think she understood it was a little rude to be staring so much and to be so naked before him, but he was realizing that she either was not a normal woman or not from his lands at all. He was not ruling out that it was both, either.

Clearing his throat anxiously he glanced between her face and the journal before her, watching as she seemed to be mimicking writing with her fingers. "Vanora," Idris tried again. "Please hand me the journal and get dressed." He reached around her and took hold of the pale blue garment. Letting it unfurl, he gestured at his own shirt before holding the dress out to her again. "Just like I am. I'm sure you know what clothes are, come on now," he chuckled, reaching with his free hand to close the journal and take it back to be away from prying eyes.

[GoblinFae]

Vanora tilted her head as she looked at the fabric, her brow creased in confusion. She remembered the evening before where Stephen had tried to have her put it on and it certainly reminded her of what the screeching human had worn. However, as she took it slowly from Idris and stepped away, she found she had no idea how to put it on properly.

The Selkie just continued to stare it while holding it up against herself as if the act of looking at it and holding it could dress her. She sighed heavily, feeling utterly defeated and inept. 'It's hopeless. I'll be lucky if I ever get my coat back at this rate.' Almost longingly she looked back towards the nest she had made of the bed and wondered if she would be allowed to crawl back into it and forget the nightmare her life had quickly become.

[Juno]

He watched her with flushed cheeks and an anxious look. She at least seemed to be thinking about it, but the lack of action was frustrating to him. With her sigh his own followed and his head hung a bit as if he'd failed to teach a lesson properly.

Tucking the journal away, he gave her an apologetic smile and offered his hand in a gesture of help. "I know that this is all very....improper, Vanora, but did you need....help with it? I wouldn't say a word to anyone. Or, if you prefer, I'm certain my mother would help you. But you simply cannot go out as you are, as well as your hair suits you as a, um, pretty cover. It just...doesn't cover enough," he explained, though it certainly pained him to do so with a grown woman.

[GoblinFae]

Nervously licking her lips and knowing that it would not aid her much to speak anyway, Vanora held the garment up to the man. "Idris cuidich Vanora?" she asked, all but begging for his assistance, though she did not realize he had already offered her it.

[Juno]

Watching her curiously, he hoped she meant what he thought she meant with her gesture. There was only one word he did not recognize of her speech, but it did seem to be a plea. Hoping it was the correct answer to soothe her nerves, he nodded with a gentle, "Yes," and took the dress back from her.

After a few moments of fretting over the ties at the back to loosen it, he carefully lifted it up to put on her over her head. Idris could only pray she would not be startled by their proximity or the manner he was helping her dress. "You'll need to put your arms through the sleeves there," he prompted her gently. "I'll help you with the back."

[GoblinFae]

She remained still as he first obstructed her vision momentarily with the cloth before moving behind her. She in turn struggled with where to put her arms but eventually figured it out once she mentally compared it to donning her flippers. Only once she had accomplished that did she start craning her neck back to try and see what Idris was doing behind that made the strange fabric tighter about her person. 'Do their coats not close automatically,' Vanora wondered to herself as she fidgeted like a young child instead of a grown woman.

[Juno]

At least she managed to get the arms herself. Idris had a bit of hope for her seeing she'd been able to. As he finished the last of the ties he carefully stepped away and gave her a once-over with it fully on finally. "It...suits you. I think. Is it comfortable? I can see what else we might have if it's too ....itchy?" he guessed, watching as she fidgeted.

[GoblinFae]

When he came around to face her, she looked one last time over her shoulder at the various times before sighing and running her hands down the front of the dress, marveling at the texture against her hands that was so different from the silky smoothness of her own fur.

"Go raibh maith agat, Idris," Vanora thanked him with a shy smile. Her gaze wandered back to his book though as her curiosity begged her to once more look at the strange symbols and perhaps even try drawing a few of her own.

[Juno]

While he didn't understand exactly what she was saying, he hoped her smile meant it was something good. He wasn't sure how else to react to it other than to nod encouragingly and offer a kind smile in return. "Now let's get you home," he sighed. "Could you at least point me in a direction?" he wondered, turning for the door and opening it to the hall. "Outside?"

[GoblinFae]

Vanora followed close on Idris' heels, peeking her head around him to look out the door. It was with a sigh of relief that she did not see the screaming woman from before and she visibly relaxed at that with a pleased sigh. Not understanding what was asked of her, she looked curiously up the man before, voicing a question she hoped he would understand. "Stephen?"

[Juno]

Idris watched her odd behavior curiously as he wondered if, perhaps, she was afraid of going outside. Hoping she would continue to follow, he stepped out into the hall and headed towards the front door, stuffing himself into boots slung into the corner before opening it. "Stephen...will not be joining us today. Though I'm sure he'll be flattered you asked after him. And I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed to meeting you again, though I must warn you he is not particularly known for...stability. Of relationships, that is, but what you do with your time is no concern of mine."

He flinched slightly for the brightness of the sun once the door was open. "Do you live....west then? South?" he guessed, hoping she might at least be able to give him a direction if not a name for her family. He certainly knew of no 'Vanoras' and wouldn't have guessed it to be a surname anyhow.

[GoblinFae]

She continued to follow him barefoot right up until he opened the door to the outside and was motioning her through it. Vanora pursed her lips as she saw Stephen was not outside and decisively shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she did so. "Stephen!" she repeated more adamantly as if saying his name alone would not only summon the kind man but explain everything she wanted of him. Vanora refused to leave as long as she believed the other human male had possession of her coat.

[Juno]

He was growing a bit frustrated with her continued calls for his brother and the stubborn display she was putting on. "You are not Stephen's concern anymore. You are my concern and I would like to make sure you get home safely," Idris tried to explain.

"Please come outside," he prompted her again, stepping out into the grass.

[GoblinFae]

Vanora scowled and thumped her foot lightly as her lips pursed so firmly together it looked as if she had shrunk her mouth in half. "Idris, cá bhfuil Stephen?" she persisted, demanding the whereabouts of the other brother. Short of dragging her from indoors, she would not be moved and as far as she was concerned the longer Idris kept her, the more likely she was to take off tearing through the halls calling for the kind man who had helped her the day before until she found him.