Open [The Serpent's Elixer] What's your poison?

[Corneliun]

occSorry for the delay!

“Beauty, yes,” Corneliun gave a small nod in agreement as his eyes continued to look out across the water. A mirror reflection of all that surrounded it. For years Corneliun had laid his eyes upon the oasis, to stare out across it, absorbing the scene. People looked and stared, but no comment was made, or if there was Corneliun simply ignored it. The people no longer bothered him; it was part of everyday life. Sure there were occasions that the slanderous comments got to him, but soon he knew he would rise above it all. Or escape it, whatever came first really.

“My father use to take me here a lot when I was younger,” he stared out his brow creasing slightly.
It was no doubt that the scene made him reminisce of his past, to think of simpler times of when he was a boy and Ahnatep was a big adventure. But that was an age away, and now Corneliun was a man. But never the less, the present now called to him and he had a passenger sitting on his shoulder to tend to. Whatever the Pycon asked for, Corneliun would no doubt try to cater to his needs, after all as a near enough local he could try to at least be a good host. To make this a good day, was now the priority of the mixed blood.

[Sebastion]

Abruptly the Pycon shifted upon Corneliun's neck. He had been contemplating Dhani, like the one he had met in the desert, and then again the one in the shop. They were strong and volatile creatures, powerful and massive. Now he became a perfect model of a female. He kept his upper Eypharian body, losing two arms in the transition to make a long tail down the back. It whipped around experimentally, and though Shim almost immediately regretted getting rid of feet, he decided instead to enjoy this new sensation beneath his torso. He altered his hair to make it shorter, slicked back against his scalp instead of frozen ringlets about his neck, and he covered his chest with a loose garment of clay. She was a beauty this new Dhani form, in between snake and human, and vaguely Shim wondered to himself which of the three varieties he had just become. He would have to study them later in order to determine which personality best fit this wonderful form. It was at that moment he realized his host was waiting patiently, as any one would do when escorting their guest around the city. Shim felt at once ashamed and a bit prideful that he had found such a wonderful escort, one whom had the patience for the energetic clay being. He cocked his head to the side and smiled, long tail curling around the cloth garments of Corneliun's shoulder for grip. "Shim wishes to thank his new friend for being his legs as Snow seems still..." The dog gave an unsteady burp as if finishing Shim's thought for him, and the Pycon chuckled. "Well Corneliun can see. Anyway this one believes he should repay his new wonderful friend somehow. Where is Corneliun's place of residence?"

[Corneliun]

Corneliun’s eyes turned to the corner and watched the Pycon’s form change into a new shape, a tail snaking down and gripping onto the coat for support. For a while he simply admired, an attempt to understand the complexity of the motions, on how the clay twisted and turned to make something new. From the ringlets that once hung around his face had now been slicked back. He gave a small nod, of approval with a smile to match.
“Suits you,” he spoke clearly as his eyes traced about the final features before turning away.

Being a host was all he could do, and being patient was something Corneliun had to learn regardless, recent events had pushed him that way after all. But then the Pycon spoke once more, asking about where he was living.
“I am currently residing in the Ladies Lap, until I can find more a more permanent place of residence once more,” he said with a frown. He remembered when his father died, and how shortly after he was left with little more than a pouch full of Mizas and no roof over his head. Soon he hoped he would have a place of his own, and it would be just like before.

For a moment his eyes glazed over with thought as he remembered better times, but just as quickly as the memories started did he silence them. The past was the past, nothing more nothing less. But then the mixed blood remembered the words said by the pycon moments before.
“Ah, there is no need to repay me little one,” he gave a chuckle “For mere company is just as good.”

[Sebastion]

The Pycon nodded knowingly. "Sometimes it is hard to find those of level mind and clear eyes in this City, no?" He chuckled, even his hidden insults were extremely polite. It seemed this city had tempered him in its entirety, even shaping the way he spoke, curiouser and curiouser. He admired the cool waters for a moment, meeting gazes with an elegant woman who seemed to have put on a few dabs too much kohl that morning if he had to judge. He contemplated mentioning it as her amber eyes focused on him and curled her lip in the way that one might if a cockroach scurried across the floor in their home. Shim smiled, splitting his mouth open so that his head literally split in two with the expression, and then formed a long snake tongue and hissed at her. She blinked in horror and hurried on, sending Shim into a fit of hysterics. When calm Shim gestured onward. "How about Shim escorts his carrier to his place of residence then departs from his wonderful company? It is the very least he can do...riding on his shoulder a little further." He chuckled at his little joke, and clucked his tongue to Snowflake to follow them. Her ears twitched responsively, and Shim hoped by the time they separated from Corneliun she would have enough of her wits about her to take him as a passenger again.