19052/An Offer of Sanctuary

An Offer of Sanctuary
Date of Scene:	11 September 2024
Location:	Central Park Zoo
Synopsis:	Amy comes across a stray fairy in the park and offers clothing and sanctuary to Glamour!
Cast of Characters:	Amy Winston, Glamour

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Amy Winston has posed:
Amy is jogging through the scenic paths of Central Park Zoo, her long blonde hair bouncing gently with each stride, catching the sunlight as it shines between the trees. She's dressed in a sleek lavender activewear set, the fitted crop top and high-waisted biker shorts hugging her athletic form as she moves gracefully through the park. Her lavender outfit contrasts against the lush green surroundings, making her stand out as she enjoys her run.

Her white sneakers hit the pavement lightly, their rhythmic steps blending with the sounds of nature and nearby animals. Amy's expression is calm and focused, but her bright eyes and relaxed posture show she's fully immersed in the peaceful energy of her surroundings. The cool breeze moves through the park, and Amy's effortless jog through the zoo's beautiful setting reflects both her fitness and her love for nature.

The familiar energy of faerie magic ripples subtly through the air, barely perceptible to most, but unmistakable to her. Her heart beats faster, not from the exercise, but from the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Amy's gaze sharpens as she walks forward slowly, her breath steady but alert, feeling the delicate magic hidden among the trees and winding paths of the zoo.

Slowing her pace, her sharp eyes scan the surrounding area. The lavender activewear set she's wearing clings comfortably to her athletic form, but now her focus is no longer on her run. Her white sneakers lightly tap the pavement as she comes to a near stop, her senses heightened. And she asks, in the fae tongue, "<< Hello? I am not dangerous. >>"

Glamour has posed:
Most people would miss it -- not the magic of the fairy, of course, that's somewhat a given, but the flashing blue light that's on a tree branch high up above her off tthe side of the road, a litttle place where Glamour has made a nice nest for herself for tthe day to relax and bask in the burgeoning autumnal weather.

There she was, enjoying an entire piece of stolen popcorn that's at least as big as her head, when she hears a language she doesn't understand, yet strikes a chord within her. Curiousity piqued, she sits up and looks down, catching the lavender-clad figure down below her.

"Hmm," she muses to herself.

She falls off the branch, her wings fluttering as she moves down the tree from branch to branch with an easy, agile grace before she lands on one just above the woman's head.

"Hello," she says, in perfect English, hands on her hips, clad in an elegantly shimmering dress of gossamer spider-silk. It's an illusion, but it's best to put on your best face when you're making a first impression.

"Who the hell are you?" she asks, bruskly.

...so much for first impressions.

Amy Winston has posed:
Amy scanned the treetops, her breath steady but alert. The shimmer of the air was barely perceptible, yet to her trained awareness, it stood out like a beacon.

Then, suddenly, a voice from above broke the silence. 'Hello,' it said, followed quickly by a sharp, 'Who the hell are you?'

Amy blinked and looked up, eyes locking onto the tiny figure flittering just above her. The faerie was dressed in what looked like a shimmering, gossamer gown, her wings softly glowing with a faint blue hue. Despite her ethereal appearance, the faerie's tone was anything but gentle.

Amy raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms casually as she assessed the small, fiery figure before her. "Who am I?" she echoed, her voice calm, but with a hint of amusement at the faerie's bluntness. "I could ask you the same question, but considering I'm not the one hopping from tree to tree, I guess introductions are in order."

She uncrossed her arms, standing tall in her lavender activewear, her posture relaxed yet poised. "Name's Amy. And I sensed a bit of magic in the air; so, here we are."

At this distance, Glamour can make out that Amy's exercise outfit is not manmade - it's mist-silk, the opaque fabric close to her skin.

Her gaze sharpened slightly as she added, "Now, who might you be?" she asks, switching to English.

Glamour has posed:
"Amy," repeats the tiny figure, struggling to make herself heard given her size. It's a bit like a squeak in the wind.

She flutters down from the branch, moving closer to be able to look into her eyes more directly, dismissing the blue-glow that suffuses her being and leaves her looking more like a like an oversized firefly than a person. She shakes her hair out behind her and plants her hands oon her hips once more, hovering in place there before her.

"You can call me Glamour," she tells her, "And yes, I'm legit a fairy." A legit fairy that actually SAYS 'legit a fairy' in the first place, which is probably funny. "Are you one of those weird fairy stalkers or something?" She asks, warily, a skeptical eyebrow raised.

Amy Winston has posed:
Amy watches as the tiny figure flutters down, drawing closer until they're nearly eye to eye-well, as close as a few inches of height difference would allow. She stifles a smirk as the faerie, now introducing herself as Glamour, hovers before her with a mix of authority and skepticism.

The phrase legit a fairy makes Amy chuckle softly under her breath. The contradiction between Glamour's mystical aura and her casual speech was almost endearing.

"Nope, not a fairy stalker," Amy replies smoothly, holding up her hands in a gesture of innocence. "Just happened to pick up on some faerie magic, and it piqued my curiosity. Didn't expect to run into someone who's legit a fairy, though." Her tone was warm but teasing, playing along with Glamour's bluntness.

She crosses her arms again, looking at the small fae with interest. "So, no need to be wary. I'm not here to catch you or anything. Just out for a jog, enjoying the day-and then I sensed you." Her eyes narrowed playfully as she added, "But if anyone's doing the watching, I think it was you, Glamour."

As Amy studies Glamour more closely, her amusement fades slightly as she notices the faerie's clothing-a shimmering, ethereal gown of gossamer that, while beautiful, seems frayed at the edges. Small tears in the fabric catch the light, and the once elegant dress appears a little worn, as if it had been through more than its fair share of rough encounters.

Her expression softens, the teasing replaced by concern. "Hey, Glamour," Amy begins gently, her voice a bit more thoughtful now. "I couldn't help but notice? your dress looks like it's seen better days."

She uncrosses her arms and takes a small step forward, her eyes warm and sincere. "If you want, I could help you out with that. I know a few tricks, nothing too flashy, but enough to patch it up for you. I've had to fix my own gear more times than I can count."

Amy tilts her head slightly, offering a friendly smile. "Consider it a thank-you for not zapping me when I stumbled into your space."

Glamour has posed:
"Issat right," replies Glamour, still staring at her, still skeptical. Clearly skeptical of strangers bearing gifts, that's for sure.

... but then she lets out a laugh which is about as musical one would expect, like a walking, talking Tinkerbell... whom she looks very much like, if we're being honest about it. She glances down at the all-but-rags she's weawring, rags she's fancied up with magic, and then she answers, "Shit, lady. As much as they say beware of strangers and their gifts, especially faerie strangers and their gifts, if you can make me a decent set of clothes, maybe even some PANTS, I'd be thrilled. I *refuse* to wear off the rack doll's clothing, thankyouverymuch." She cocks her head at her, "You just out trying to make friends or something? You seeking a friend for the end of the world?" A grin that could only be called 'shit-eating' crosses her face at her own joking reference.

Amy Winston has posed:
"When it comes to the end of the world, I have a whole different realm to travel to." Amy says simply as she takes off her earrings. "Do you have someplace to go?" she asks the fairy curiously. Closing her hands around the earrings, she says something quietly in an archaic tongue, and when she opens her hands, she's holding a small bolt of fabric. "You ever use mist-silk before?" she asks. "See if you can make it from into the clothes that you want."

"Oh, absolutely!" Amy pipes up with an exaggerated, playful roll of her eyes. "Because what better way to prepare for the apocalypse than dressing the part, right? I think you would draw the line at constantly looking like a character from a thrift store fantasy novel."

Her grin widens as she leans in a bit, mock-conspiratorial. "And as for friends? Well, I'm always down for new ones. Besides, if the world's ending, I figure we might as well go out in style, right?" With that, she offers the small bolt of fabric to the fae.

Glamour has posed:
"No shit? Lucky you," says Glamour, observing her as she takes off her earrings, eyes drawn to them for a moment before looking back at her. There's a pause for a moment before she asks the important question here. "...what the hell is Mist-Silk?" She asks, bluntly, steepling her fingers in front of her. "I mean, I probably should just pretend I know something about anything, but I gotta be honest, I'm not in the mood and you don't seem like you're gonna throw me in a bottle, as we've already discussed.."

Then she does a little pirouhette in mid air, raising herself up and leaving a shining trail of glitter behind her as she flies. Little flickers of blue light follow her, as she begins to struggle to keep her glow under control, but she is now dressed like an extra from Mad Max, all leather, spikes, and chains. They're all illusion, as well, obviously.

Amy Winston has posed:
She glances at Glamour's new Mad Max ensemble, chuckling. "Now that I can get behind. Leather, spikes, chains-practical, tough. You look like you're ready to either ride into the apocalypse or hit a metal concert. Either way, I'm into it. Illusion or not, you've got style, I'll give you that."

As she hands over the mist-silk, she explains. "It's a fabric from one of the Houses on my world. It responds to magic, and you can have it from what you want. Saves your illusion magic, and keeps you warm and dry." A small pause, and she considers the fairy. "The world I'm from is more... dungeons and dragons instead of lattes and crossfit... but if you want a place to bail from here?" She opens a portal - and what Glamour can see is a glittering, lush world, filled with crystal gems and medevial couture. "I can send you there." She takes out a small gemstone and offers it to Glamour. "You want to... just speak my name into this, and I'll come to you."

Glamour has posed:
"Well, there's a first time for everything, I guess. I've never been accused of having 'style' before," replies Glamour, a tickle ofo amusement in her twee, adorable little voice that, yes, continues to be somewhat musical. She makes a face at the sound of it afterwards, though it's not like anybody likes the sound of their own voice most of the time.

"So wait, you're from another world altogether?" she asks, and then it's so aptly demonstrated by the fact that she just opened ap ortal to an entirely glittering world. More glitter than she has. She gives herself a shake as if to double check what she's seeing here and sends a plume of fairy dust up around her. It glitters too. She's about to say something when the gemstone is placed in her hand alongside the silk.

"Who *are* you? You may be an Amy but you're plainly not JUST Amy, are you."

Amy Winston has posed:
"Someone who wants to make sure that the magi are safe from what's coming. If you can't fight, consider my offer." Amy responds, and then she offers a courtly curtsey. "I am Princess Amethyst of House Amethyst of the realm of Nilaa. And a friend to those magical." Rising from her dip, she considers the fairy. "If you ever need help, or a recharge, feel free to seek me out."

"I should let you get back to your adventures and me to my expercise. It was nice meeting you, Glamour. I hope we continue to meet pleasantly like this."