Rainblade-Ryalors Open The Trenches Get In Vixen, We're Going Shopping

[Mina Rose Brewer]

Mina Rose brightened at the invitation, her eyes almost positively sparkling as she looked to Ronan with excitement. "Ya mean 'tis fine fer me ta tag alon', e'en though Ah ain' a todd? Ah wouldn' be a thir' doar?" It took a moment for her mispronunciation of 'third oar', a charmingly provincial variation on the popular phrase, to make its meaning clear. She glanced down at her dress, which was far from the standard expected of Bully Harbor's more energetic night life. "Well, Ah guess we bes' fahnd me summat ta wear 'en," she remarked. She looked up at Ronan, grinning in delight. "Gosh, I t'ain' ne'er had a todd as a frien' b'fore, le' talone one 'oo was bein' mah furry godmother. Ah think Ah lahke it."

 

[Ronan Eirlys]

“So do I, dear: very much so. Furry godmother indeed! Well now I have to make certain this is perfect.”

So much of his time was spent around the disenchanted, the jaded and the cynical in this city that such joy was not only refreshing but freeing. Often the chirpy todd found his energy at odds with a number of Misanthropy’s agents; loose though his lips were, he often sought to suppress lighter moods when they began to clash with the reality of his work. This was truly going to become a delightful day if the city didn’t wear Mina Rose down. He resolved not to let such a thing happen.

“I could use a little something myself for the evening, so let’s go…hmm…” He changed direction as they wandered their way deeper towards the tailors he suspected would prove the most suitable for his newest friend. “Emery’s, yes. She’ll see you turn heads the right way, don’t you worry. Now what did you mean with thirdo-…?” Ears twitched as Ronan took a long moment to parse the meaning, then grinned. “Oh! No, not at all– it won’t only be todds, I reckon, anyway. You’ll be warmly welcomed. Lots of variety too, not just foxes – woodlanders as well. I hear the lands overseas have been pretty well integrated in that regard for some time: did you grow up with many as friends?”

 

[Mina Rose Brewer]

Mina Rose blushed at Ronan's inquiry, the memories of her friendship with Romilda, and what had led to their separation, coming to mind. Not just todds at the club... So vixens too? And others? Part of her felt panic at being in a spot where others might be looking at her in that sort of way; sure, beasts at the Bilge made passes at her all the time, but that was because they were drunk and she was around. What would it mean if she was out in a place that beasts her age intentionally came to... mingle?

"Ah 'ad a few growin' up," she allowed, picking up her footpaws to keep up with Ronan's longer legs. "We'd play 'ide an' seek, kick th' coconut, san'ball - 'at was 'en we'd pack t'gether a ball a' wet sand an' throw 'em at each other," she explained. "Didn't work mos' often, jus' got sand e'erywhere. Pretty sure Ah still got bitsa it'n places bes' lef' unmentioned."

She tilted her head, considering Ronan a bit. "'Ave you e'er, um, played wiv' a woodlander?" she inquired, a touch self-conscious of asking the question. "Mos' foxes aroun' here Ah meet don' much seem ta like 'em 's all, an' Ah can' figgur ou' why ta save mah life."