It had to be said, the Fairies were not terrible talented at teaching... or at the very least, however a fairy usually learnt to fly was perhaps not entirely compatible with the sensibilities of your average mortal, even if only half that way. None the less, what they were, was terribly good fun, childish and playful. These at the very least always leant themselves very well when dealing with children and Kelpie and a few others, played chase and dressed her in the most whimsical of flowery outfits...
"There, a blue on here. A dingly one there. OH! You look splendiferous! Now you simply MUST be able to fly. No one dressed like THAT could fail to fly." And indeed, with the fact she weighed little to nothing at all, flying was not a great challenge, though doing so in the right direction, perhaps might be.
Ayla was encourage to play chase and even the occasional prank on her father, in the form of something called 'tinkle-poof'. Which involved tugging the ear of a biggun and then darting for cover or trying to remain unseen by hovering behind their head. If challenged on it, Kelpie would explain with great authority...
"Oh yes! These are the very most first things we learn when we start to fly! There's no better way to learn to fly than to be having fun!"
Winston grinned, obviously seeing some wisdom in that statement. He thought nothing at all of the girl's comment regarding grown wings. Naturally he didn't expect to grow wing when he was older, but did... on a regular basis.
As the moukou beans were offered, the ferret sidled over and obviously showed an interest.
"Actually. Me might 'ave someting me cud use dat far. Might me 'ave one?" He said and fluttered his eye-lids with a cheeky grin, quite confident the answer would be yes.
When Tristan struck a pose, with dog hair sticking out of his head, the fairies and Winston alike all guffawed.
"Now DAT es 'air af de dawg dat me cun get down wid!"
The fairies adored it and danced around him, tinkaling and singling little songs.
"A blue, tall, hairy man! Who can do it?! TRISTAN CAN!" There was a little puff of glitter with the crescendo as they swirled around his head as stars might circle a cartoon character's head after a fall.
Later, inside Chest, Ayla was full of questions. Winston LOVED questions, particularly excited ones and engaged in expressing the depth and breadth of his ignorance with glee.
"Oh yus. Almost certainly magic, but I have absolutely NO idea wat-so-eva how. Yuh wud need tuh ask Saiore 'erself far dat ansa! Me just surprised every time dem create a new area en me Alchemical Farge." He announced, as if that was the most wonderful thing ever.
" introduced me to dem an' Sairoe let Chest com wid me tuh live." Winston still refused to admit that Chest was owned, or even ownable, whether that was true or not. They were a friend to him as clearly as any two legged person he knew.
"Wat me tink es dat dis es not REEEEAAALLY inside Chest. Bot actually, maybe we are in some odda small place between places." He grinned. The concept was not something he'd thought of, this was simply how he understood domain bag to worked and guessed this had to be something similar.
Angela blushed when asked about the tea.
"Oh it's some of Winston's rubrum berry tea." She started to whisper.
"He likes to see what people think... Put some sugar in it." She winked.
If he tried it, he would find that tea to be very tart on the pallet, which the ample application of sugar might solve, for now.
When asked about the rice, he beamed.
"Ah well. Me flavour et with de wata me add. So ef yuh want, et tates jost like narmal rice! Bot noh, me nate tried et wid odda sand yet." His attention began to drift for a moment.
"Me bet cappa sand wud tate well gud mun. OH! Here! Try some." He proclaimed with a grin and spun around to grab a bowl and some cutlery.
suddenly appeared to help the tiny ferret with the blows that were too large for him to carry himself.
Then as they continued to talk, he started to serve up some of the cooked rainbow rice. If Tristran tried some he would find it to be flavoured of
fruit juice rather than water.
"Ooooooo..... Glow en de dark rainbow meals at midnight onda de stars? Wow! Tell yuh wat. Me gonna do dat one far shar." It would be safe to say that the rice tasted spectacular and was cooked to perfection. It changed colour with each spoonful taken from it and there was ample to go around. He was expecting visitors and no effort had been spared on this preparation.
They would find the Fairies had followed them and ate
singular grans of the cooked rice like their were food-bars
. They perched on the many little purpose-built alcoves all around the walls and ceilings.
When he spoke of a healing potion, Winston nearly choked on his tea.
"REAALLY?! Wow! Me TOO! Actually, dat's wat me wanted de bean far. Me 'ave dees 'ealin' chews yuh see
He rummaged around on his belt for a moment and then popped a small round sweet
and offered it to Tristan with a word of caution.
"Et's me only one, so don't eat et... also, it's extremely painful and taking mare den one has... Ummm... Well, don't. Et might kill yuh." He smiled apologetically.
"Me 'ave been lookin' far a way tuh reduce dese affects, de pain and, well, death, an' maby puttin' de persan tuh sleep while dem 'eal might alleviate de stress?" His expression seemed to suggest that he hoped the master Alchemist might have some insight into it.
"Me es certain we cus make peepal's lims regrow ef only we cun work out 'ow tuh stap de affects af de Emperor bats hunga fram killin' dem in de process."
If Tristan asked for the recipe, Winston would gladly share it, apparently oblivious to the wealth a person could earn from hoarding such a secret.
"Me? Contribute to yuh book?" He almost popped.
"Wud I eva!" He chuckled before suddenly thinking of something and becoming a little cautious, still in a friendly way.
"Only ting es dat all me recipes are far anyone tuh see, yuh see. Me don't keep dem secret ar sell dem. Me don't know ef yuh plan tuh sell dis book, bot ef yuh don't plan tuh restrict the recipes put intuh de book, dat wud be grand, bot me wud need tuh be able tuh cantinue to share dem wid de world also." He smiled apologetically and hoped that a follower of Saiore might be forgiven for insisting on an openness to knowledge. His concern was entirely driven by a desire not to insult Tristan, and not that he thought the man might be some money grabbing maniac.
As his sleeve was tugged by a person still easily 4 times his height, he giggled as she curtsied, clearly enamoured by the interaction.
"Oh yeh. Dem cun." Winston leaned in and cupped his hand over the side of his mouth conspiratorially.
"Dem don't like bein' called 'it' dough." He winked.
"Me shar dem won't 'old et against someone so lovely dough." He gesture to the room at large.
"Dem is aware af evertin' dat goes an en 'ere. Bot tuh de best af me knowledge, dem don't 'feel' any af wat we do... Well. When me insult dem, me certainly know about et. Me wus lacked out far three trials once... OH! An dis one time, wen me bough some storage crates tuh keep stuff en... Oh mun. Me cud nat find any af me stuff far many trials when me did dat." He laughed fondly at his own mishaps.
"Me es very canfident dat ef anytin' we did in 'ere made Chest unfomfatable, dem wud let me know."
