Talys grabbed the lobes of one of the peaches, gripping it with his thumbs in its weakest point and pressing in, twisting and pulling at the same time to pull it in half. The soft fruit sort of buckled and tore unevenly, but he pulled out the pit and stuck it in his mouth before squeezing the peaches over the pot. He did it a few times, including nails and such as well, before he had a weird pulp in his hands. He spit the pit out between his feet, and then glanced at James before eating the peach flesh in his hands. He did the same for the next couple (though he'd stop eating them if he was told to) and started to lick his hands clean when he was done to get rid of the stickiness.

"I like these fruits."

@james

James nodded in satisfaction and nudged Talys, "Good work, and you get a treat!"

He giggled softly and took a scrap of peach before Talys could eat it, snickering gently. He peered at the juice and watched it bubble, the hot flames underneath not enough to allow it to burn, thankfully.

"I like them too, they're my favorite," he said, and rubbed Talys' back with his wing, "You did good. Once this has become a syrup, I'll use my magic to lift it and pour it out onto the rock over there."

James sat down, ears pricked forward.

@Talys

V-Chaos-Two had arrived while James' back was turned, bent down low to sniff at the treats. They took one and tasted it, humming at the sweetness before reaching for a trinket. Three feathers, one long, two short. A white, fluffy down feather, a long colorful primary, and a plain brown one to tie it together.

The feathers on their spear were blue and indigo, those of a Caroller. They couldn't see color, so they looked up and peered at the horse, jaw working.

"What color is this? Is it the same as the ones on my spear?", they asked, only seeing a dark blob and a skinnier blob.

Hopefully they just got an answer. They didn't want to actually socialize.

The pegasus turned to face the behemoth, blinking in shock. He swallowed and peered at the feathers, shifting nervously.

"They're purple, pink, and blue, but the small one is white and the other small one is brown," he said.

James frowned gently as he looked over the creature, with light tawny fur, fierce quills, and stiff legs. Hm.

Chaos-Two grunted and took two more, slowly standing and walking away, ears down and eyes half-lidded. They peered down at the trinkets and sat down a ways away, getting to work weaving them into their quills.

A little while later and a bit of fumbling, they were successful, and huffed as they felt feathers brush against their fur, small bundles of quills holding the feathers on. Now they were decorated. Perfect.

And off they went, eyes down, legs moving easier than they had in a while, supported by the staff.

Exit.

Talys leaned into James's touch, eyes closing for a moment. The terror of Draconua returned to him, but so did James -- steady and solid, ready to protect him. Talys was grateful; there was no telling what might have happened to him if James hadn't stepped in to make sure he was okay. Talys very well might have been swallowed up by the earth...!

Well, that was a little unlikely. But at the very least, the general crew would have left him behind. He reached down to rub at his ankle as a pulse of pain ricocheted up through it, and he stretched out his knees to relieve the aching tension. Distantly, he blamed it on the chill blowing in from Ursa.


@james

James draped his wing around Talys and sighed gently, fluffing up his feathers. He perked up as he noticed the mixture thickening, and used a branch to stir it.

"Come and stir this so it doesn't burn," he said, passing the branch over to Talys.

He peered into the pot and prepared his magic to lift it. It was almost ready.

Once it was stirred, he lifted the pot and poured it out onto the slab, setting the pot down and taking the stick back. He dragged the stick through the rapidly cooling mixture, making long strips.

"Once this is cooled, we can roll them up," he said.

@Talys

Talys shifted into a squat to stir it with the stick, at first too slowly but then falling into more of a rhythm. When he pulled it back out for James to pour, he peered over at the goo and watched it be poured over the rock and then spread flat. Then, he looked back at the fire, rubbing his hands together. He thought about his own magic, hot and burning. Harmful to him.

He folded his arms around his waist and looked over at the goo as it was spread out across the rock. "How long's it take to cool down?"

@james

"Not long," James said, and used the stick to push up the ends of the flat pieces of fruit, "We don't want them entirely cool, either. It's best if they're still warm so they can be rolled easily."

He pushed the strips up and over themselves, rolling them up into tubes easily. He gestured to them and smiled.

"Go ahead and take one," he said, "You helped make them!"

He himself took one and hummed happily. Sweet and sugary with a nice texture. Amazing!!

@Talys

Talys grabbed another one greedily and took a bite, chewing on the sticky treat with bright eyes. "Thank you, James!" Now he was thinking about what he could do for James -- he wanted to make him something in exchange, or maybe show him how. He was pleased at how warm it was, and eagerly chewed on his treat. "You're the best!"

He got to his feet and stretched, licking his hands again and putting them on the side of James's face. He gently bonked his forehead to James's, assuming the horse didn't pull away, and then waddled over to pick up his pumpkin. He still wanted to go around and see other things, after all -- he didn't want to hang out at James's booth all day, even if he did really like the horse. "I'm gonna go now, but I'll stop by again before I leave!"

/exit talys, unless stopped