RP

RP

Viant inched her fingers around a small glass bottle topped by a rubber cork. Plucked by its extensive cursive writing on the label, she stared for a while before copying the lettering into a paper book placed on the crook of her knee. Her toes wiggled as its heel rested neatly on her other knee. Carefully she tugged the lid off and sniffed, rubbed its liquid onto a patch of her wing and waited with writing every observation into the notebook. Recorking the vial and placing it back into its absent dust circle onto the shelf in the exact direction it faced before hand, she reached with a tempted moment of searching with her eye before taking yet another vial and replicating the process.

Woodwind sniffed along the midnight rain roads for hopes of fresh whiffs of warm food and dry space, and light. Finally! A window that beamed a holy warmth onto the sparkling mud of her path, she whickered her feet into fleet movement towards the door. Gaped beak flicked along the door's edge to the handle and twisted it in a wicked movement before scuffing herself between it and the frame into the inner coils of the building. Sweetly the hinges have been well oiled sometime recently and her criminal entry was silent as ever. Talons tapped the wooden floor as water dripped from her oiled plumage, her thinned pupils catching sight of viant's idling movements, alas provoking the curiosity in the bird. Bounce in her step she scuttled to the edge of the chair and whistled once with an up joy of 'Hello thar!"

Viant felt shock sizzle up from the tip of her tail to the ends of her bangs. The vial dropped open to the floor, and her pen quivered on the floor. Wide-eyed at the surprise, she ventured her eyeballs to move to their corners to peer at the little monster looking up at her. With a clear swallow, one hand pulled to brush her fleeting hair down as the other lended itself to the strange griffin a sniff and perhaps a pet if no fingers were removed. It can talk... This could be bad. Course, Viant was being a thief herself stealing herself into the infirmary and sampling various medicines. This could ruin her good shadowing reputation here at DH among the commoners... Eyes looked at the creature up and down, almost forgetting to reply as she wondered how new this bird was to the village. "Hey, perhaps this isn't the best of times for introductions."

Woodwind pulled her head back and clicked her beak in irritation of the formal 'pet'. "Well, you're not realadally doing anything you shouldar be, airy you?" She guessed at the worried look in this dragon's face the moment she walked in. Hunched over and skittering with details. Shaking off the shower of water that collected on the sheens of her coat, her movement’s slick enough her beak would pick up the vial tenderly before pulling it up towards Viant, hoping to taunt her with it.

Viant withdrew her hand then froze. Looking up quickly with a feigned shrug, she said cautionously, "Just organizing really. But now I've a new mess." She reached for the pen first, clearing going for personal items first before tempting -- "Oh, please don't swallow. I'm not sure if that solution was edible!" her hands clawed the air for the vial from the blasted bird and failed as her balance became tilted from the chair's edge. Sneering and gripping herself back, her pen and notebook were shoved into a collection of supplies on the desk as she ripped into the opposite direction of the bird with outstretched limbs. Figured the faster she tried to get it back, the slower Wind would be able to react.

Woodwind hooked her lower jaw to fit into the glass container thinking if this was all that dangerous to lick residue medication... and flaunted her speech instead, "Hhark! I throught so! What look I got findering a bug gular! Evardence!" Her head wagged back and forth, each word of snubbiness breaking her lids to droop in pride and missed the sudden lunge from an angry Vi. Both collapsed to the ground, her wings slapped against mass and weight of her attacker as claws snagged the wooden floors looking for purchase of escape. "No! No Squishing heroines!"
Viant found very quickly that a semi-wet bird was harder to grip than a dry bird. Pushing her arms into Wind's back as she maneuvered a foot forward to slap down onto her head. "Sorry, can't get away that easily!" A tone of panic edged into her words as limbs fitfully struggled to keep the young beast down.

Woodwind squealed into a clamped mouth around the vial, and attempted to coil like a snake to make slip the grip Vi had her ugly toes on her scalp. Butt end wiggled up to give space for leg room, and then jounced the rug beneath her hard for an escapable purchase towards the door.
Viant lost the bird as her weight was shoved backwards and watched that tail fling out the cracked door into the dark rain outside. Cursing in her own slithering tongue, beak-like teeth bit into reptilian lips as her own dull claws scampered across the floor towards the desk, shoving all bits of herself into her bag, including tapping her fire newt to shun his light before being placed into the gloom of the night and showers. Jogging to the door and shutting it with a slam, she made headway for the inn, the first logical place for anyone to be and to go.

Woodwind made like greased lightening into the nearby shrubbery and waited. Why waste effort to run to someone now when this thief was obviously a deranged criminal looking to kill poor innocent Woodwind! In moments later the slam and slaps of tiny feet hitting the wet grit signaled that reentry to the warmth and joy of a few hours dry time. Jar still in mouth, front feet nudged the door back open and into the dark enclosure. Course, this meant some worry.

Viant was going to hunt her for this secret.