The fey postman always chirps twice

[darinder]

A young faerie dragon makes himself a comfortable perch where a wide bough joins the trunk of an old oak tree. Observers may note a slender silver circlet around his neck, from which dangles a tiny silver charm.

Laying along his spine (comfortably between his wings so as to not interfere with his flying) is a tightly bound sheaf of parchments. They are bound by a strip of candy-green cloth tied into a bow. This cylinder of pages is held in place by two thin strips of the same colour cloth. The first such loop is just near the junction of his neck and his body, whereas the second is closer to his tail (again, avoiding any contact with his wings).

Any attempt by anybody (other than the intended recipient) to retrieve the parchments or to act in an overtly hostile manner towards him will see him temporarily flee (to return later - after he has deemed it safe - to take up his vigil once again). He cannot be coaxed by any means (including AE by rangers or druids) but may be approached and/or spoken with by anybody who appears friendly.

// PM for the expected recipient now being created/edited for the umpteenth time
// but anybody whose character would seek interaction with the fey is welcome to add to this thread (or PM me)

[walkonair]

A young lady in a red-and yellow dress walks through the village, the sounds of a morning song fading in the air behind her. Catching sight of the young faerie dragon perched in the oak tree, she smiles with delight and changes direction to approach the comfortable fellow. Coming close enough to note his features as well as the slender circlet about his neck, she stops short, hazel eyes widening. After a swift look about, she takes off in burst of speed, her glad cry of "Ethys!" ringing through the air as she runs towards him.

Welcoming him eagerly with soft conversation and as much attention as the faerie dragon will permit, she spends the rest of the day with him (for as long as he stays with her). The young fellow is plied with as much food and drink as he wishes (apple pies, honeycomb and berries feature prominently, as does offers of fresh water and milk), and every effort to see to his comfort is made. Anyone passing close to the pair later in the day may overhear the lady giggle as she murmurs "we shall just not mention the pie!".

When he ventures down from the tree, she picks at the bow and knots in the candy-green strips with gentle fingers, taking great care of his beautiful wings. Finally freeing him, she collects each strip of cloth, smoothing them out piece by piece. By mutual decision with the faerie dragon (or after he departs should he not stay long), she settles down in the dappled shade of the oak, and reads the contents of the parchment, holding each sheet firmly at top and bottom to combat their desire to curl up on themselves again.

It takes considerably more time than one might expect for her to finish reading the many pages. And the contents draw much laughter, a few tears, and many smiles, and every-so-often a softly-murmured comment. When finally finished, she tucks away the sheets and the candy-green cloth strips into a jewellery box with great care, and will remain with the young faerie dragon until he departs for home (should he have stayed with her).

[darinder]

The welcome the fey-dragon returns his female visitor is as exuberant as hers. Launching himself from a tree branch he arrows down towards the young woman, gliding to a halt mere inches from her face.

Being the affectionate creature he is, he laps up the attention and the food offered to him. Comments about eating too much are met with musical laughter and knowing winks (a truly comical reaction from a faerie creature).

Untying and removing the bundle of pages is not difficult as he extends his wings away from his body to allow her easy access. At first, he makes himself comfortable as the young woman begins to read through the writings. Passers-by might be amused to overhear him occasionally try to correct the woman's pronounciation as she traces the runes with a finger. They might also wonder at the sudden tittering laugh he gives out as she nears the very end of the correspondence or at the conspiratorial whisper he directs into her ear a moment later.

The pair remain talking for several hours; their voices rising in laughter, sinking in depths of despair and flattening in anger. But always, the faerie dragon remains close to her - often showing her real affection by nuzzling against her or even resting his long neck across her lap.

Most curious of all, however, transpires only minutes before he leaves her in the peaceful surrounds of Mystra's blessed grove. The young woman undoes the tie that binds her hair and plucks a few wavy strands from her scalp. She then loosely ties them around his right foreclaw. Satisfied with her handiwork, Ethys thanks the young woman and promises to return in a week or so.

After gracefully lifting himself into the air, he can't resist showing off and performs a brief series of acrobatic maneuvers before taking a long last look at his companion, then makes a beeline south as he smoothly rises above the treetops.

[darinder]

Ten days later...

Travellers passing in and out of Shallybrook may notice a faerie dragon again sitting in an oak tree near the town gate. Those with a keen eye would note that he carries (as on his previous visit, tied with two neat bows and well away from where his wings join his slender body) a slim bundle upon his back. (The bundle this time appears to be wrapped in lambs' wool.)

As before, he will happily converse with anybody who approaches but will immediately back off should anybody either show him hostility or try to take his precious charge from him. Once he is satisfied any threat to him or his charge has passed, he will again settle onto what has become his favoured perch and wait for... somebody.

//...
Feel free to post here or PM me if your char is the kind to either converse with or try to coerce the feydragon.

[walkonair]

Over the ten-day ...

The same young lady, this time often clad in a green, makes regular appearances in Shallybrook. Her eyes eagerly scan branches of nearby trees as she walks through the village, each trip culminating in a visit to Mystra's grove, where she spends some time in the dappled shade cast by the trees there.

On the tenth visit (or so), she espies the faerie dragon waiting by the gates, and her face lights up with a vivid smile as she rushes to him with exclamations of delight. Greetings exchanged, a passer-by might hear her invite her fey visitor to a more comfortable place for a reunion than the village gates.

Over the course of his visit, she showers the young fellow with attention and affectionate caresses (as permitted of course), as well as a veritable feast of delicacies to tempt a faerie dragon's palate. The sounds of quiet and happy conversation between the two linger in the air and gentle fingers are swift to remove the package and free the faerie dragon of his burden. She remains with him for as long as he will stay with her.

// PM sending-ish