LunaHidesHerFace/SessionFourRaw
Luna Hides Her Face, Session Four: Unlikely Alliance
Full transcript, minus out-of-character jabber, with only miscellaneous edits. Includes minimal information on dice conflict.
11 Ascending Wood, RY 768
Shining Blossom Empress wakes first, Dawn Caste and all. "Bleaurgh... is it morning already?" She pulls a face.
Shadow Weaver yawwwns hugely, big lupine jaws stretching wiiiide :P
Shining Blossom Empress is quite surprised to find Weaver still here.
Shadow Weaver opens a sleepy eye.
Shining Blossom Empress: "'Morning, sleepyhead."
Shadow Weaver scrabbles out of bed, landing on the floor with a thump! He stands up again, now in human form, frowning. ".....Er, hi. Be right back."
Shining Blossom Empress crawls out of bed and into her clothes.
Shadow Weaver pauses in his turn, yowr.
Shining Blossom Empress fixes Weaver a deadly smile.
Shadow Weaver: "........."
Shining Blossom Empress nimbly buttons up her top, then pulls on her gloves, slips into her sandals, and is ready for the day.
Shadow Weaver frowns deeper, then finishes turning away and heads into the hallway, following a call of nature.
Shining Blossom Empress has a plan for the day, and wanders off to find Weaver.
Shadow Weaver has his head stuck through the doorway of the other room :-)
Jesya is just stirring, herself. She seems disoriented, for a second frightened.
Shining Blossom Empress: "a-HEM."
Shadow Weaver freezes.
Shining Blossom Empress croons in Weaver's ear. "I'm going out for breakfast. You coming?"
Shadow Weaver glances in at Jesya, considers the possible dire consequences of staying, then curtly nods. "....Myeah, might as well." He turns. "Hey Jess, bring you a bun?"
Jesya watches the exchange between the two, and runs a hand through her hair, calming down. "Uh... yeah, sure. Thanks."
Shadow Weaver: "....Want any Sesseljae-juice with that?" *evil grin, teasing*
Shining Blossom Empress takes Weaver's hand and leads him away.
Shadow Weaver: "... .... ... ... !"
Shining Blossom Empress: "Ciao!"
Shadow Weaver: "...Agh, I hate it when you DO that...."
Jesya: "A setchywha?" .... "huh."
Shadow Weaver follows, muttering.
GM: The alley is quiet, the buildings mundane of feel. Michael has apparently gone to his day job, whatever that might be.
Shining Blossom Empress is full of morning sunshine. She hums a little tune, all happy. She has a wicked little plan for Weaver!
Shadow Weaver is full of dark thunderclouds. "....Hey, remind me to get some gloves."
Shining Blossom Empress smiles. "Okay." She marches the Lunar off to market.
Shadow Weaver: "And a pair of.. err, nevermind. Did you spot any clothes-merchants yesterday?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "Yes, as it happens I think I did."
GM: The market's in a rather muted way. Laborers are loading up chunks of rubble onto horsecarts as business tries to carry on in the dockward and fountain ends of the main street.
Shining Blossom Empress stops dead. "Oh. We broke the market."
Shadow Weaver holds Shine back a bit. "...Mebbe we should circle round to the dockside, people here've seen us yesterday, remember?"
Shining Blossom Empress nods, all sunshine forgotten for a moment. "Yeah... yeah."
Shadow Weaver nudges her on a tangent.
GM: You've still got plenty of options, of course; even those whose stalls were wrecked have tucked themselves into open corners, their surviving wares set out on blankets.
Shining Blossom Empress feels bad, wants to be away from this place.
Shadow Weaver senses her mood. "....Heck, if y'wanna make amends, buy lotsa stuff from 'em."
Shining Blossom Empress shakes her head. "Somebody might scream or something. I don't think I could take that. … I was only trying to help... why does everything fall apart, so?"
Shadow Weaver shrugs. "...For order to be restored, chaos must first be wrought. Besides, y'didn't brush yer hair this morning, so they might scream regardless of whatcha did yesterday, heh."
Shining Blossom Empress lets Weaver lead her to the docks end. She doesn't need to brush her hair - she looks immaculate at all times. :-P
Shadow Weaver idly thinks she looked pretty immaculate when stepping out of bed, naked. Damn. Mixed feelings there.
Shadow Weaver enters the maze of stalls.
Shining Blossom Empress looks for clothing.
GM: The docks are abuzz. A barge group having made a year's trip down the Silver and up the Yellow Rivers is selling Sijanese ritual cloths, Linowan masks, and other exotic wares. So go to town, heh. What're you after?
Shadow Weaver is looking for rather plain and basic stuff.
Shining Blossom Empress is after a long, all-concealing robe or cloak with a hood. But nothing grubby.
Shadow Weaver shows Shine one of his hands, which is visibly affected by the merge with his sword. No full-'steel' claws yet, but still... "...Need some gloves, big ones."
Shining Blossom Empress raises a brow. "I have a nail file..."
GM: The more mundane sellers aren't receiving so much attention as the merchant fleet, but since not everybody can -afford- that stuff, they're still around doing business. A female Easterner selling travel gear has the sorts of items both of you seek.
Shadow Weaver nods his head in the direction of one of the stalls. "Har-har. Let's try over there..."
Shining Blossom Empress follows.
Shadow Weaver gives Shine a small shove in the right direction. :-)
Shining Blossom Empress puts her nail file away, geez, only trying to help...
Shadow Weaver: "....Itsa fem, I'd rather you talk to her. I might... scare her off."
Shining Blossom Empress flashes the storekeeper a smile.
Shadow Weaver knows that he looks and sounds a bit more animalistic than usual, due to the merge. Not the best of first appearances.
Clothier: "G'morning, miss! If you're preparing for a journey, I've anything you need."
Shining Blossom Empress approaches the stall. "Blessings of the Dawn!" :-)
Shadow Weaver hangs back, examining the wares.
Shining Blossom Empress: My companion and I have need of your services.
GM: She brushes green locks out of her eyes and looks you both over. "Gladly!"
Shadow Weaver's mind flashes on an image of Jesya in bed.
Shining Blossom Empress: "I'm looking for a cloak for myself, something hooded, not TOO fancy, but..." She leans closer. "Something of quality."
Shadow Weaver keeps half an ear on the conversation. "...Gloves, don't ferget the gloves."
GM: She sorts through a set of riding-cloaks on a rack. "Have you a preference on color, miss?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "A nice red, or terracotta perhaps?"
Shadow Weaver has half his attention on the hustle-and-bustle surrounding them, and going on at the docks.
Shining Blossom Empress is thinking Weaver needs more than gloves.
Shadow Weaver wanders closer. "...Done yet?"
GM: The girl selects a deep burgundy cloak. "Perhaps this? Fine Valley of Shards cotton, prayed over against the water by my own father."
Shining Blossom Empress oooohs. "May I try it on?"
Shadow Weaver watches, bored. :-P
She obligingly whips it around and leans out to open it for you.
Shining Blossom Empress steps into it. "This is wonderful!"
Shadow Weaver glances down the shop-grrl's cleavage, force of habit, um. "......Sure is."
GM: 'S not bad, reminds you of the gals back home, that bark-colored skin you get near the Pole of Wood... and this is that element's month... ^_^
Shining Blossom Empress: "I'm also looking for something for my friend, here."
Shadow Weaver snaps his attention back!
Shining Blossom Empress swooshes about in the cloak. Loves it.
Clothier: "'Tis a wonder, miss! And what is your friend in search of?"
Shadow Weaver opens his mouth to reply.
Shining Blossom Empress: "Ideally...something that makes him look less like a tame ape."
Shadow Weaver pauses, what-?
Shining Blossom Empress thinks. "Or, at least, a slightly MORE tame ape."
GM: She gives him an appraising look. "I wouldn't put it so harshly, but... let's see!"
Shadow Weaver grrrs softly.
Shining Blossom Empress treats Weaver to a wink and a smile.
Shadow Weaver glowers at Shine."....... -ape-?"
Shining Blossom Empress didn't want to say wolf, in case she got thinking.
Shadow Weaver folds his arms over his broad chest and... pouts.
GM: She lays out a set of a sturdy tank-top and jacket, gray, the former in a lighter shade than the latter.
Shining Blossom Empress nods, "Very nice. Do you have some gloves, by any chance?"
Shadow Weaver looks, and grudgingly nods, 's not bad... "I like the colour." He paws the fabric. :P
Clothier: "Right here." She picks up some riding gloves--too dainty. After a moment she finds a pair of leather work-gloves, black, studded.
Shining Blossom Empress: "Oh yes, I think he'll like those."
Clothier: "Biggest I have, mm, give them a try."
Shining Blossom Empress turns to Weaver. "Whaddya think?"
Shadow Weaver frowns, now THAT's irritating, when females talk about you in the third person, while y're right NEXT to 'em...grrr.
Shining Blossom Empress assumed your mind was miles away.
Shadow Weaver grabs 'em, tries 'em on.
GM: They're a bit tight, but the leather's little-worked; it feels they'll stretch out with some time.
Shadow Weaver: "....This is fine, we'll take 'em. And pants, do you have pants? Loose-fit, preferably...and black?"
Shining Blossom Empress grudgingly nods, too much to hope for that he'd develop a colour sense.
Clothier: "I might need to take a moment adjusting some to your cut, sir, but..." She comes up with a couple of options, ranging from a denim-like material to an airy, baggy cotton.
Shadow Weaver: "...I prefer the sturdy cloth. That other stuff'll just get rrrripped off."
Shining Blossom Empress smiles. "Promises, promises..."
Shadow Weaver actually blushes.
Clothier: "It might not feel as loose as you ask. But if I might measure you, I can come up with something if you give me half an hour."
Shining Blossom Empress: "We'll go get breakfast in the meantime?"
Shadow Weaver hesitates. "...M-measure..?"
Shining Blossom Empress is quite pleased, Weaver's behaving himself...uh-oh?
The clothier pulls up a length of twine and a stick of bright red clay. "It'll take but a moment, sir."
Shadow Weaver stands stock-still.
Shining Blossom Empress swooshes her cloak some more, happy.
GM: She goes over several angles, up, down, her hair brushing against you as she leans to make her marks.
Shining Blossom Empress locks eye contact with Weaver
GM: Around the hips...
Clothier: "?"
Shadow Weaver tries to think other thoughts, awrgh, and in his current state his sense of smell is sharper too, and the grrl's scent is... attractive... He doesn't dare break eye-contact with Shine
GM: She finishes and backs off, giving him a bit of an odd look. "...Thank you, sir, I think I'll manage from here."
Shadow Weaver nods and moves a step away, gloves still on. He clears his throat. "..... Half an hour then..?"
Clothier: "Will you take the rest in the meantime?" She names a respectable figure, a bit high, but it -is- quality work.
Shining Blossom Empress will pay anything for good work. She likes her fineries
Shadow Weaver nods, not really caring. "I'll ahh... change into 'em when we return."
Shining Blossom Empress hands over the cash.
Shadow Weaver doesn't want to bare his torso right here in public, to slip the tanktop and jacket on, not with all his Lunar tattoos and such.
GM: The girl accepts the money and bows. "Enjoy it! I'll see you again soon, then."
Shadow Weaver nods.
Shining Blossom Empress offers a shallow bow in return. "See you soon." She turns and points into the crowd. "Onward, to breakfast!"
Shadow Weaver wanders off, sniffing the air-currents. "...Oh, right. After you."
Shining Blossom Empress sidles up against the Lunar. "Can you smell anything edible?"
Shadow Weaver looks down and gives Shine a lonnng stare, a reply ready on his lips.... then thinks better of it and nods instead, looking away. "Yeah. This way..."
Shining Blossom Empress follows, wrapped in her red cloak, whoo, all mysterious.
GM (to SBE): You get the odd sense of a butterfly alighting on your shoulder. A familiar voice: "It suits you very well!" A bald head vanishes among the dockside crowd.
Shining Blossom Empress stops suddenly, glancing this way and that."...!"
Shadow Weaver takes a few twists and turns through stalls selling all sorts of wares, following his nose, then stops and turns, wary. "Erk?"
Shining Blossom Empress narrows her eyes, seeking.
Shadow Weaver: "......Whatizzit?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "Wanderer, he's been watching... or something." She brushes at her shoulders, nothing there, grr...
Shadow Weaver narrows his eyes too, grr?
Shining Blossom Empress: "...Gone now. " She shrugs. "Keep your enemies close. At least we won't have to track HIM down when we want him." She knows which direction he went in, but sees no point haring after him.
Shadow Weaver: "....What did you feel?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "Hm? Something touched my shoulder, and I heard his voice."
Shadow Weaver: "Hmmm..."
Shining Blossom Empress: "Guy's full of tricks." She tilts her head. "He's right though. This DOES suit me very well."
Shadow Weaver thinks that next time something like this happens he might spend some Essence on boosting his awareness. He eyes his companion and grudgingly nods. "...Yeah, looks good."
Shining Blossom Empress beams. "Why, thank you, Weaver. ...And you don't really look like a tame ape."
Shadow Weaver: "Hrm." He realizes that could -still- be taken either way. :-P
Shining Blossom Empress: "I didn't want her to notice what a magnificent Lunar you are."
Shadow Weaver: "Food." He sighs, not really in the mood for being all growly.
GM: Food's not hard to find either. Dockside stalls feature, as might be expected, the local catch from the Lesser Rock. Inland a little further and you have sellers of game and vegetables; in the city proper, breads and domestic meats.
Shining Blossom Empress hugs his arm. "...My beautiful consort. You're too good for these mortals."
Shadow Weaver: "Yeahyeah, thanks... c'mon, let's find some food before I start eating the locals."
Shining Blossom Empress: "Local catch! Fish butties!"
Shadow Weaver wrinkles his nose. "Fish..? but...but..."
Shining Blossom Empress: "Game then? Chickens?"
Shadow Weaver brightens! "This way!"
Shining Blossom Empress keeps up. She might not be as fast, but can weave through a crowd like nobody's business. "Weaver...?"
Shadow Weaver stops at a (stall? shop?) "...Yeah?"
GM: It's a colorful variety, both of sellers and of clientele. One long-eared gent converses, head bowed, with a vendor of hares. The vendor takes a strip of paper from him, and promptly burns it in the cooking fire.
Shining Blossom Empress leans close and whispers, "I don't think you changed all the way back this morning, love."
Shadow Weaver freezes, then asks in a quiet voice, somewhat worried. "What do you... mean?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "It looks like you've still got a tail, it's in your pants."
Shadow Weaver winces! "..Err...erryeah, um..." He looks uncomfortable.
Shining Blossom Empress pats his rump, giggles.
Shadow Weaver: ".... 's the sword, the moonsilver hasta manifest itself -somehow-... erk?" He blinks, confused, she's not going to... belittle him for his lack of control?
Shining Blossom Empress tilts her head. "Fair enough."
Shadow Weaver frowns, then feels a chill as a thought strikes him. Perhaps this is something she's seen before, from the -past-, and the other Weaver, his predecessor, whose memories taunt him still!
GM: The pointy-eared guy turns around, surveys the scene. He pauses and -stares- at another person wearing a dark cloak, then makes a sign of warding and strides quickly away, past SW and SBE's general position.
Shining Blossom Empress takes a sniffing breath, ahh, foods.
Shadow Weaver ghahs at his possible error, almost missing the exchange, and the dark-cloaked figure.
Shining Blossom Empress blinks, and glances out of the side of her hood at the dark-robed figure.
GM: The dark-robed guy seems to be doing much as you are: wandering about deeply inhaling of the smells. Except that he seems to linger more around people than foods.
Shadow Weaver jinks in its direction, instinctively.
GM: A glimpse of his face under the hood shows pale, sharp-edged features.
Shining Blossom Empress gasps, a raksha!
Shadow Weaver doesn't take a straight line, but moves in a large arc, so as not to arouse suspicion. Something, some instinct, is clamoring for his attention.
Shining Blossom Empress wanders straight t'ward the Raksha. She wants to talk to the guy.
Shadow Weaver is a tad slow on the uptake, but suddenly realises who it is as well!
Shining Blossom Empress: "Excuse me... Wisdom of Shattered Fate, perchance?"
Freeze frame: The hooded face, eyes locked with SBE, a mad purple spiral in the iris.
Shadow Weaver fights back the urge to just leap and tear into the creature, and hangs back a bit, sidling up behind his prey
GM: He tucks his hands under his cloak. "And to whom do I owe this pleasure, my most august lady?"
Shining Blossom Empress blushes, delighted by the compliment. "I carry the name Shining Blossom Empress, Fair one."
Shadow Weaver takes a few controlled breaths / and focusing his will / he channels the daiklave's moonsilver into a knew configuration / tail disappearing, claws appearing.
Shadow Weaver: [ruining the gloves. 5 dice all Scarlet]
Wisdom: "Blossoms, is it?" / He spreads forth a hand full of flower petals / and blows a kiss across them, / sending them into a cloud as he turns and flees the approaching Lunar!
GM: [Noncombat conflict. At stake--do you corner Wisdom on your terms?]
Shining Blossom Empress isn't involved, was just talking to the guy, is catching the petals, all grinning. She gets to stare blankly.
Shadow Weaver: "It's getting away!" He tears off after the Fae, keeping his hands balled into fists, claws folded back, less obvious. He's in hot pursuit, all thoughts of caution thrown to the wind! He won't be made a fool of like last time! Grrrr.
GM: [Weaver takes 2 hits, Wisdom takes 1]
Wisdom dashes into an alley / and runs neatly on a diagonal up one wall / jumping horizontally away from it / to vanish into a window.
Shining Blossom Empress acks, and follows Weaver, some way behind.
Shadow Weaver follows / and barrels through the doorway of said building / looks up the stairwell / and leaps straight UP! / lightly landing on the floor the Fae fled to
Shadow Weaver sniffs and casts about, where? where/
Shadow Weaver: [4 scarlet/2 ebon]
GM: [no hits on Weaver, Wisdom down 1 more]
Wisdom's voice comes from over your left shoulder. / "Most resplendent of Luna! / I am humbled to have earned this show of your power. / But might I not serve you better than to be pounced upon?"
Shining Blossom Empress follows the anima trail, through the splintered doorway, arrgh
Shadow Weaver whirls! / and stalks towards his prey, reigning in on his rage / "Sweet words of flattery, but I know your ilk! / You are not to be trusted and should be dealt with accordingly! / Now show yourself that we might have done with this!"
Shadow Weaver: [5 scarlet, 1 ebon]
GM: [Weaver down 3 (empty!), Wisdom down 1]
Shining Blossom Empress springs up the stairs, light as a feather, following the shouting and ruckus. She only wanted to talk to the guy anyway... for now.
Wisdom is perched, knees bent, in the window. / "Yes, let's have done, shapeshifter. / You can trust me, I wish no harm upon you! / I could be indispensable, I have information."
Shadow Weaver halts in the doorway, eyes narrowed, is this a trick? / "Given the truth of your words, for now, my trust can only be earned. / Commit yourself to me in some serious way, and we may have grounds for... cooperation. / What say you?"
Shadow Weaver: [3S / 2E]
GM: [and Wisdom wins it.]
Wisdom's glamour settles over the room, a calming influence. It's done; a fight would be lost before it began.
Shining Blossom Empress arrives. "Weaver, stop, wait... oh." She's shocked to find the boys playing nicely!
Shadow Weaver blink-blinks, still panting a bit from his exertions but heartrate already slowing. This is pointless.
Wisdom: "Introductions, first, one must not forget the pleasantries. It's what sets us above the rabble! I am Wisdom of Shattered Fate, once of Marika's court, now seeking to make myself useful in this -delightful- solid world of yours."
Shadow Weaver's claws drop to his sides. His voice sounds somewhat dull. ".... I'm Weaver."
Wisdom: "And the radiant Empress again! I am awash in glory this day!"
Shadow Weaver mutters darkly.
Shining Blossom Empress shakes her head. "If Wanderer's still watching us, we don't have much time." She gets straight to the point. "Do you know of a man named Tradewind Wanderer? He means to capture you."
Wisdom shudders. "A name I care not to hear, it defiles your pretty lips."
Shining Blossom Empress's eyes twinkle, she LIKES him.
Wisdom: "He has already captured the most of me. Alas! Would that you could know how it feels! Like your hands and tongue given away to be reattached to another, so he may pleasure his consorts better!"
Shadow Weaver meanwhile reverts to his previous form, claws significantly shortened.
Shining Blossom Empress: "He seeks to control the wyld through you. Is this possible?"
Shadow Weaver looks up, eh what?
Wisdom: "In... its way, yes, you put it most succinctly, erudite Empress. Those of his Caste may employ the magics of other races, provided he has means to learn them."
Shining Blossom Empress thinks.
Shadow Weaver listens, attentive, Shine is... doing well.
Wisdom: "With my Sword, Staff, Cup, and Ring, he could engage in the power plays of Rakshastan on their own terms. He needs... only my Heart, to complete the set."
Shining Blossom Empress nods, "That's what he now seeks."
Wisdom inclines his head respectfully. "Ah, of course you would have divined his ways already, forgive me for the slight of presuming your ignorance."
Shining Blossom Empress: "You're the only Fae I've spoken to, Wisdom, but you strike me as something of a gentleman."
Shadow Weaver thinks. "I only saw four bands on Wanderer... no sword, no cup, no staff, what gives?"
Wisdom (to Weaver): "Has he forged them into trinkets of his own style already, then?"
Shadow Weaver nods, in answer.
Shining Blossom Empress is tormented by indecision, she daren't say anything, lest Wanderer be listening in, but she has to warn the guy.
Wisdom: "Tch. I delight in being useful, but being useful is very different from being... wielded. It is an uncomfortable situation, to say the least."
Shadow Weaver decides to bite back on his hatred for everything Fae, and follow Shine's lead. For now.
GM: [Weaver gains 1 Limit!]
Shining Blossom Empress makes up her mind. "And unacceptable. I can't allow this."
Shadow Weaver: "...I see, yeah." He shrugs.
Wisdom: "Such firm conviction. You deserve the forepart of my name better than I! Shining Blossom Empress the Wise, and I mere Shattered Fate, for so my fortune has been."
Shadow Weaver: "I'll back you."
Shining Blossom Empress: "You harm none, here, Wisdom?"
Wisdom: "If I have marred anything, may it end now lest I incur your high displeasure!"
Shadow Weaver hmmms.
Shining Blossom Empress almost curses out loud. "I KNEW I should have dealt with Wanderer yesterday."
Shadow Weaver stifles a growl, myeah, what a turnaround.
Shining Blossom Empress: "He's not going to give up this chase nicely, either."
Shadow Weaver thinks
Shining Blossom Empress expression says that's just fine, would rather do not-nice anyway.
Shadow Weaver: ".....I hate to admit it but... I'd rather have -this- one siding with our cause than Wanderer..."
Shining Blossom Empress has a plan!
Wisdom: "I would be happy to be of service. I gather your goals lead to the seat of the Governor...?"
Shining Blossom Empress: "My short-term goals concern yourself, sir, and our bald friend. Wisdom, you're in terrible danger... would you accompany us for a while?"
Shadow Weaver moves to stand beside Shine.
Wisdom hops down from the window and bows. "A shadow behind your train, Empress."
Shining Blossom Empress smiles all over! (He's so polite! Can I keep him?)
Shadow Weaver smirks and leans down to whisper in Shine's ear "...He means your -ass-. And its large shadow, heh."
Shining Blossom Empress's smile drops into a scowl..
Shadow Weaver: "Ahem. But he means well, I'll admit."
Shining Blossom Empress: "I... my ass isn't big!" Her lower lip trembles.
Wisdom: "Your figure would shame Luna, my lady."
Shadow Weaver: "I'll see you two downstairs..." He frowns, turns, and leaves.
Shining Blossom Empress whispers to Wisdom. "He's my lover... he just doesn't remember yet."
Shadow Weaver: [conflict of emotions, here. Weaver recognizes the wisdom of Shine's actions, but is also peeved at the 'rapport' he senses between her and the Fae. He should hate the Fae, but he can't. And he shouldn't care about Shine, on the contrary, but he does nonetheless. End result is major frustration and irritation, which translates into surliness and intractability]
Wisdom: "Fascinating... you shall have to tell me the story when we've found safe quarter!"
Shining Blossom Empress nods, then turns and follolops down the stairs after Weaver. She flounces and clings to the Lunar's elbow, looking up into his eyes.
Shadow Weaver tries to stay intractable, holds on to his bad mood, desperately.
Shining Blossom Empress: "Don't be angry at me, love. He speaks so prettily, and you know how I like pretty things."
Shadow Weaver: "Yeahyeah. Let's head back to the alley, grr, it's the only safe quarter I know of. Or do you have a better idea?"
Wisdom follows the pair after glancing up and down the alley, tugging his hood up high.
Shining Blossom Empress: "I'll take him back to the alley, you go pick up your pants."
Shadow Weaver: "......oh. Yeah. Right. "
Shining Blossom Empress: "I'll see you in... ten minutes?"
Shadow Weaver looks unhappy about leaving the two alone, his expression dark... "....Ten minutes, yes." He stalks off towards the market, once more.
Shining Blossom Empress would be even more unhappy leaving Wisdom and Weaver together.
