Logs:Milk and Oh Honey

Milk and Oh Honey
Enjoying a night out, with extra creatures
Dramatis Personae Isaac, Mila, Volya, The Pixies	8 July, 2008 Isaac brings the hoard out for a night.
Location Small Cove, North Shore	Plot(s) Plot:Pixie Season
The cove is beautiful, and it gleams with the light of the moon. There's nothing quite like a flawless, sandy beach and shallow, moondrenched water to make the world seem like a perfect place. But the Hawaiian trees and bushes around edges of the sandy beach make it somehow even more idyllic. Nighttime in a cove bathed in moonlight. There aren't really many places that could be this perfect to get away from it all. Especially with the water beign shallow enough you can see through the clear, almost crystalline blue of it to the bottom. It makes for a safe little place. Mila was out with Volya, enjoying the night on her shoulders, on her skin really, as she was sitting on the beach wearing nothing but a pair of pale green panties and a loose tank top, the bright yellow garment still a little wet from the last time she'd gone into the water. All of her long, hombre dark to blonde hair was soaked and dripping down her back and onto the sand she sat on. Bare feet dug into the sand ahead of her as she ate a cheeseburger, the thing huge and obviously from some specialty restaurant. Tonight, it would seem, was a picnic night for the ladies. Isaac shambles into view, the usually dapper young man looking decidely rough around the edges this evening. For a start, he isn't in his usual clothes, what he's wearing could best be described as pyjamas from first glance. An oversize white cotton shirt, the logo on the front almost faded to nothing from the washes over the years. His light cotton pants are held up by a cord at the waist and certainly look designed for use indoors rather than out. He has shaved recently and even washed his hair but the rings around his eyes and the pallor to his skin suggest that he has not been sleeping well, that and his usual energetic gait has been replaced by something that is normally seen on a Hammer Horror set. He calls out a greeting when he sees who it is, managing something of a smile but even that feels tired. He is carrying a towel under one arm, although it looks to have been wrapped around a pillow for one reason. In his free hand, he has a linen carrier bag which is bulging around the edges. "Hey guys!" He offers them a friendly wave as he steps closer, the smell from the fast food doing things to his stomach that he mostly tries to ignore. Stopping for a moment, he squints as he looks around the cove, looking to see if there is anyone else around before he finally seems to relax. Volya sorted out the ziplocks, picking out a piece of fish jerky to pop in her mouth and chew it slowly. Running her fingers through her greenish-blonde hair, she stared intently at the water. She may not trust water. Sometimes things walk out of it when it shouldn't. Nothing was walking out of it, at the moment... She may have raided the children's shop, because the canary yellow t-shirt doesn't cover her mid-section and hugged her like a second skin. Vee was feeling tall today apparently. Her legs were mostly cover with a beige high-low Bohemian Summer dress, and her bare feet bounced to music that didn't exist outside her own head. In quick reaction, Volya offered a wide smile and happy "Aloha!" in return to Isaac. Mila couldn't quite take both hands off the gooey concoction she was managing to work her way through, but she did lift her chin in greeting to Isaac, along with giving him a wide grin. Once she'd swallowed a bite of food, she cleared her throat and called out a happy "Aloha ahiahi, Isaac. You look like you're finding your way out of some sleepaway camp horror movie." She chuckled, shifting a little and then nodding to the sand near where she was sitting nearby Vee. Looking over at Vee, Mila raised her brows. "Oh my Akua, wahine! Eat your burger. I got you that beef patty wrapped in cheese then in bacon and deep fried just to make sure there wasn't any veg on it. No bun even. You better eat it or I'm going to steal it and eat it myself. And you'll be sad. All because I'd likely kiss you later and you'd wish you'd taken a bite before I hoovered it all down like a giant boar." Mila waggled her eyebrows at the other woman, her deep brown eyes glinting with humor. "Hey guys, it's so wonderfully peaceful here." Isaac sets down the carrier bag with the sort of care one reserves for explosives and then, once that is done, he unwraps the towel and lays it on the sand. Placing the pillow at the top of what he is hoping will be a bed, he kneels down and starts to unpack the carrier bag. A glass terrarium is taken out first, sets on the ground ever so delicately before he works on the rest. A bowl comes out next, along with a large jug of milk. Taking the top off the bottle, he fills the bowl and then puts it away. "I hope you guys don't mind a little extra company, they were going mad at home and I figured an outing was in order." Reaching once more into his carrier bag, he pulls out a paper wrapped lunch, probably sandwiches which he sets in his lap and then finally, he turns to the Terraium. "Guys, we have guests here and we've talked about this. Now go on, play nice and get some food." He says this with an absurdly patient voice, there being no reaction at first and then little lights start to flicker on within the green bowl. Vee shook her head to Mila, "Is it in the spirit of Aloha to state that someone looks like a trainwreck?" Her bright blue eyes went back to Isaac, "Because maybe not trainwreck, but really... Forced into the land of being awake because your bed was lit on fire." Her head recoiled back from Mila, Vee's hand moving to fold the ziplock bag up to put in the Rastafarian themed shoulder bag. Then she picked up the paper wrapped burger to open and break off a piece. She slowly placed the hunk of burger in her mouth and she watched Isaac prepare camp. When the silence seemed too much, Volya asked gently, "How long has it been since your bed burnt down?" Mila took another bite of her burger and looked at Isaac, attempting to be less messy, though it was almost impossible with the cheese melting off of it and onto her hand. She did, at least, wait to talk until she swallowed her food. "Isaac... Did you...?" She stopped talking and looked at the bowl of milk, and the very faint, very rare glimpse of something shimmering that she could catch from the corner of her eye. "Wait." Mila cocked her head to the side and stared for a long moment, then looked at Isaac. "Did you like.. KEEP all of them that paid you a little visit, haole?" Shock registered in her voice, and she looked at Volya. "I didn't even see him put them in his pocket, I thought they left." She grinned when she saw Volya eating her burger and gave her a wink. "That's right, I feed my wahine, when she lets me." Then she snickered softly and shook her head, looking back over at Isaac. "I think it's ok that we tell him he looks like he needs the rest, at the very least, because we say it with aloha." "Not fire per se. I uh..." Isaac frowns as he tires to work his sleep deprived brain. "Imagine taking several ropes of Christmas lights, now wrap yourself up in them and try to sleep. Also, have the lights have to be asking for food, to go out, why you're tired, can we play, why won't the lizard play with me, telling me my plants are sad." Isaac lets out a sigh and then manages a smile. "It's uh, it's been emotional. My bed isn't on fire but I might have found Lego in it earlier." More and more lights flicker on within the glass bowl, all of them emerald green and moving slowly at first and then picking up speed. Turning to Mila, he shakes his head. "I didn't keep any, these little guys I found outside my apartment what feels like a decade ago. There was a note attached. These guys are mine, in the biblical sense apparently." A small swarm of green motes slowly drifts out from the bowl, spinning in lazy circles overhead and then peeling off in different directions as things catch their interest. Little calls of 'looksie!' and 'new!' can be heard amoung the babble of other voices. Little clusters head out towards Mila and Volya, the two of them being inspected with keen interest. Distinct male and feminine voices can be heard, although all are rather high pitched. Food is sniffed, hair is tugged on, bags inspected. A small clump heads directly for the bowl of milk and yet another settles on Isaacs shoulders, one or two orbiting near his head and his cheeks can be seen to dimple as they occasionally bounce off him. "Go on, go play. But be nice! These are friends, no fire!" Isaac uses reassuring tones, even with the tiredness that creeps into his voice. Taking up his dinner, he unwraps the paper and looks with lustfilled eyes at the sandwich in front of him. Blinking a few times, he looks over to Volya. "Wait, not even a bun? Wow, you take your meataterianism really seriously." Volya ripped another piece of burger off to pop it in her mouth as she listened, smiling at Mila. "And I am reminded that I have to be somewhat healthy. Which is good. Mostly. Watching you tear through meat and vegetable without remorse, somehow makes you an endearing savage." A smirk appeared, "Maybe its a fantasy to have you appear in a loincloth with a fishbone sword..." The shiver that ran through her wasn't quite repressed. Blinking, she stared at Isaac as the motes start picking at her and her clothes. "Uhh Isaac... Exactly how many did you..." Her eyes tracked to the lights, "Isaac... They're talking... Do you know how stories I've ran into that uhhh... There were switches?" Vee held out her fingertips to let them be inspected or ignored. She whispered, "If they are infants, you should consider breastfeeding." Mila blinked a couple of times as she saw the little specs, but with how inconsistently they could be noticed, it was more like watching the invisible man move through the area disturbing the wind than anything. She shook her head and chuckled. "Maaaan. You are like the living embodiment of a condom commercial right now. Though I'm sure you've thought of that a time or two in the last couple of days?" Mila's eyes were glinting brightly as she took another bite of her burger, happily gnoshing her way through the masterful piece of food she was holding. Looking over at Volya, Mila winked at her saucily, licking the shimmer of cheese and meat juice off of her lips. "How did you know what I dress up as for Christmas? Just you wait. I have an awesome femur I use for a hair tie, with a strip of leather to tie it in." Looking between Isaac and Volya, she seems to have elected to stop trying to /see/ the pixies, and has just accepted they're simply dancing in the edge of her vision all the time. "Vee? Do you know how big a nipple is?" Isaac blinks and then shakes his head. "Okay, I'm guessing you do. So Pixies are like really dinky, super small. Also and I do hate to break this to you, I know i'm just oozing sex appeal right now but...I'm a bloke." There is tired humour in his voice as he looks over to her though. "Also, stories, switches? Wuh?" Isaac gleefully takes a bite of his sandwich and after swallowing, looks back to the girls. "How many? Erm... many. 'Take good care of them, they're yours. And they all look like you.' There was even a list of names." He laughs perhaps a little hysterically at Mila's comment, nodding his head as he continues with his sandwich. "Oh man, it may have crossed my mind once or twice." As time goes on, Isaac is slowly getting covered in motes, not exactly making him twinkly but it is certainly there. "They are a little clingy but mostly well behaved. It's easier to take them out at night as there is less chance of losing sight of them. Anyway, more on this costume? Someone mentioned loin cloths? What's Vee going to wear, inquiring minds need to know." Finishing his dinner, Isaac puts away the wrapper and leans back on the towel. "Of course, I would kill for a baby sitter right now..." Volya popped another piece of torn to chew on, the grin apparent on her lips as she watch Mila and swallowed. "I should point out... We were dating before Christmas, I feel the costume is a lie." Offering a nod to Isaac, Vee made a popping noise with her mouth. "Yes, I'm familiar with the various sizes of nipples. Latching on may be out of the question, but breast pumps are massage aren't out of the question. And this is just the sort of transformation that Summer is all for." Vee dotted the air, trying to follow the Christmas lights. "I mean switching a baby for a Fae." Peeling off another piece of burger, she giggled. "They are yours. 'They' could be two of a hundred... And the rest being..." She gestured to the spites, "Full grown adults seeing the opportunity for free food." Mila snorted as she chewed through another bite of heaven, finally getting the burger down to manageable size enough to hold with one hand. Of course, her other hand was soon holding the cup of whatever drink she had nearby, so she could take a long drink. "Well, I mean, at least you're doing what you can to keep everyone together and haven't started auctioning them off as twinkle lights." Mila winked to Isaac and looked along his shoulder where there was a faint trace of a glow moving slightly in the night. "Annnnd, at least they didn't send them all home. You had FAR more of them on you that day than you have little ones. They made like a solid blanket." Mila shuddered just a bit at the thought. She gave Volya a wolfish grin and shook her head. "We were together before Christmas, but I wasn't part of the play this year. Next year? I'll make sure I am, just so you can see me in my native splendor." She snickered, then looked over at Isaac with wide eyes when Volya explained about the possible switch. "Oh wow... that would be... Kind of funny and terrible at the same time. Do any of them sound more like adults than the others?" Craning his neck, Isaac looks over to Vee, checking to see if she is joking or not. "My life is enough of a confusing mess without breast pumps being involved. I actually woke up shorter the other day, that was super confusing." Setting his head back on the pillow, he chuckles at the other suggestion. "It's possible but I've not been able to check. I mean, without some serious optics it's hard to get a good look at them. They do all sound sort of child-like though? At least with what I've heard. It's not like they make tons of noise. Well, except when they're knocking stuff over." Isaac takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh. "I'm rather terrified of what would happen if they got down stairs but they seem happy in the apartment for now. The adults I think can 'do' more, you know like they have more presence. Also, no, I couldn't sell them. I mean, some pretty dark thoughts have crossed my mind in the last couple of days but they're mine. That is of course unless someone is playing a massive practical joke on me but Fae aren't ones to lie and the letter was explicit." Carefully, he rolls over on his side so that he can properly see Mila and Vee. "Do either of you know much about Pixies? I'll admit to being a little tapped out in my search for lore. I couldn't find any damn otters either." Volya stared at Mila, a goofy smile appearing in short order. "October 17th would be our anniversary. I'm like the last person to remember dates. I've forgotten birthdays. My birthdays. But not October 17th, that one's locked in the vault." She paused, blinking her eyes. "Though there's also December 23rd as an anniversary." Vee sat there gazing at Mila, before waving a hand and looking at Isaac. "It's really hard to know one way or another. It's like trying to sort one helium huffer from another." The woman shook her head slowly, "But they are rarely clear on anything. They can't lie. They could have had someone that could lie, write the letter. The only way to know for certain is to ask each other individually and listen to their response." Vee held her fingers an inch apart and showing Isaac, "A bit... They're sort of group of fae that you learn a bit about from almost every story. They are around, but are rarely the focus." Mila smiled softly at Isaac, looking as sympathetic as she could be in that moment. "I'm sure it'll get better as they get older, then worse when they get even older. Just like any kids. And you have almost enough of them to make up something the size of a tiny animal if you globbed them all together. It's not so bad." Mila winked to him. "I don't really know much about Pixies, though. If you want to know about Hawaii and what's to be found here under all the rocks, or in all the little crevices, I can help you out. But when it comes to the stuff like Fae and dragons and kings and queens? I only know about Kamehameha." She smiled softly, then bit into her burger again, getting close to polishing it off, but eating like she was still hungry. Mila's smile widened significantly as she looked over at Volya and her eyes softened with affection. "My pupule wahine, getting ready to celebrate anniversaries. We'll have to get that double board out and go for a joint surf. Either that or take a trip over to the big island, maybe hike up the mountain. Anything you want, really. It'll be a good day to celebrate something other than our daily lives we already have joy for." She leaned over closer and laid a kiss on Volya, not too intense, but definitely sweet. "Oh my, that's so sweet!" Isaac grins as he looks over to Mila and Vee. "Also, someone please tell me what 'pupule wahine' means? My minds, my poor deluded mind keeps translating it as 'purple wheenie'...but that's probably because I don't get out enough." Isaac grins, letting his head fall back as he lets out a contented sigh. "I've heard getting oiled up and wrestling is a traditional way to celebrate, just thought I'd put that out there..." He rolls back onto his back, giving them a little privacy and causing a little cloud of motes to roll up into the air before they settle back on top of him. "I suppose I could ask the little guys individually, they all seem to think i'm their dad but it is an option. Oh...has anyone checked in on Joachim, I mean he was waving quite an interesting time when we left, I wonder if he got a little jar of joy left on his doorstep. Oh and I totally remembered that thing I wanted to ask you Mila! Lava monsters! They were near the lagoon one day, they totally hate being attacked though. Not that I did, but this Corrine lass did and got lava thrown at her for her trouble." As he lies there on the ground, the motes start to settle, giving him an almost imperceptible outline as he lies on the towel. Volya managed a quirky smile, "It's not everyday that you run into a girl that doesn't kick out her girlfriend after watching her in the edge of a Wyld orgy. It means being open to plans for the future." A giggle rang out before she glanced at Isaac, "Pupule wahine means crazy woman. And yes... I may be like six foot today. I gave up taking measurements a long time ago. Now it's more like, 'Yup... Going to wear the threadbare quitters, because nothing else is going to slide up these thighs and cover my ass.' Sometimes, I skip the panties, because there's nothing more disheartening than knowing I looked so good in something and it not fitting." The woman shook her head, picking at a wild tendril to stare at it. "Stop being so green, I'm trying to avoid the sun..." The woman paused, "Lava monsters... Her department. I would be the--" She dropped her West Coast accent, for something completely Siberian, "Polevoi, Domovoi, eelee perelesnyk..." Mila gave Volya a warm smile, then turned back to finish off the last of her burger, eating the few bites with a slight grin as she listened to Isaac. Shaking her head, she snorted softly. "I haven't seen Joachim to find out, but I'm sure if he ends up having a conversation with us, we'll know immediately. He's not much one to keep his own secrets." She winked to Isaac and then licked her fingers clean. "Ah now, poorly tempered lava monsters, though. That I know about." Reaching out to take a handful of sand, she rubbed her hands together roughly, natures awesome soap, sand is. "Pele's folk, undoubtedly. Though it depends on the Lagoon. It could have been a lesser god or goddesses get, but if it was on the Leeward side, it's all Pele's. Even the things that don't seem like they can burn you will burn you without thinking twice about it." She shrugged a little. "Your friend's probably lucky that she didn't get covered in a blanket of lava instead of just a little bit of it thrown at her." Mila had reason to chuckle again as she listened to Volya. "Oh my kamehameha, you are worth not going too crazy with jealousy over. Besides, if you didn't want this, you'd have chosen something else instead of making sure I felt alright keeping you close." She winked over at Volya and then eyed her skin and hair. "I actually like the green tint. It makes you different than all the other white, blonde girls. And I'm into white blonde girls... you're like the extra special white blonde girl." Polevoi, domo-wosit? Okay, cool. I know Atari, Nintendo, Sega Megadrive. Perhaps a teeny tiny bit about Summer and that Winter are..." Isaac clears his throat, emotion getting the better of him for a moment. "Scum." Taking a breath, he musters a smile. "So fancy dress takes on a new and interesting angle, I'll admit to almost screaming while in the shower the other day. It's something I'm going to have to try and keep an eye on, it could get awkward otherwise." Isaac chuckles then, his humour fully returning. "Want to know a secret? I figured it was a contact high at first or the drugs were changing you." He shakes his head, thinking back on odder times. "I'm sure Joachim will be fine and you're right, we'll see a TV advert if he's having problems." Isaac absorbs the news about Pele thoughtfully. "I know I've heard Pele mentioned before. Some hassle with a pig or something? I can't remember which lagoon it was but these guys came out of the water and were sure angry about something, they didn't attack unless provoked though." He chuckles as he listens to the interaction, "You're both crazy in a completely adorable way. I'm almost jealous." Volya finished burger patty, smiling proudly as she listened to Mila. "I managed to find the most badass surfer among the four, forty, four hundred..." Another giggle slipped out of her, "And yet for the life of me, I can't remember if it keeps going or stops around 400,000 or 4,000,000. I'll go with four billion." Her smile faded when Winter was mentioned, and she growled. "I thought getting bitchy about the mention of Them was the price of admission, but now... I have experience with them... And it's like a small fire now. It may be a big fire if I see her again." Her mouth twitched and she took a deep breath. Crunching up her wrapper, she slipped it into her bag. Staring at Isaac for a moment, she crawled across the sand, her skirt sweeping the sand, but stopped short of the towel. "Do you want me to quicken the polevoi sorting hat for you?" Giving Isaac a grin, Mila looked decidedly on the side of the wild for a moment. "Oh yeah, I've always been crazy. But then, so's my sister. It's what happens when you're mom's the baby of the Goddess of all things spiny and coral in the ocean." Mila chuckled darkly. "Mom and dad used to get into fights that were insane, and he actually built up a tolerance to the poison on her spikes because she'd grow them and they'd end up getting physically less than kind." She rolled her eyes a bit. "The worst part is I'm pretty sure that dad likes it that way, because they're still together, just on the little island over that way." She motioned toward the East. "And he gives her plenty to do, they work hard on saving the reef, and taught us to do the same. Rabidly if necessary." Mila shrugged softly. "But... considering that she's just the daughter of the spiny goddess, not the daughter of Lava and all volcanoes and FIRE, I can only imagine how Pele stacks up to her, or even her mom in comparison." She let out a soft whistle. "And Pele's temper tantrums are literally the stuff of legends. Like.. really real legends." Mila beamed proudly at Volya. "Darling, you're selling me short. I'm right there with the boys too. Though only because of the fact that I'm small and muscly. If I were bigger I'd have a harder time keeping my pelvis together on the big waves. I might not be able to ride at the Quicksilver if I were a bigger girl." She snickered and watched as Volya made her offer to Isaac, raising her brows. "Now I'm curious, how big's the hat?" Isaac watches cautiously as Volya started to crawl over, his gaze flicking from to her to Mila as she approached. "I apologise if you thought I was taking the piss, I was just trying to explain how little I know." He raises an eyebrow as Mila speaks, glancing to her but keeping his eyes on Volya. "I thought that was a euphemism for something...erm." He takes a breath and seems to relax, nodding his head slowly then. "Okay. Yes, please quicken the hat." There is an edge of trepidation to his voice as he says this, the young man still clearly confused. Changing the subject, he looks back over to Mila. "Spiny, ouch! But you say he built a tolerance to it? The things we do for love I guess. So wait, both of you? Oh. Also...shit! I should probably mention this to Keha at some point? I don't think 'by the way, I stuck my knob into a cloud of pixies' is going to cut it though." He looks back to Vee, a thought coming to him. "Quick question before you sort the hat. Couldn't I just ask the Pixie I met? I know her name, she told me. I could summon her right?" Volya glanced over at Mila, "But... Pele and your grandmother aren't opposed to one another. They're both fighting the sea, holding the line. We so need to go diving again." Vee held out her hand, loosely curling her fingers over her palm, shaking her head slowly. "My guess is that you haven't been to many orgies. You see when there's a ball of human bodies, kissing... Touching... Fucking... If you ask who got who pregnant, a broad gesturing wave of the arm over the crowd isn't lying." Blowing gently against the heel of her hand to create the slightly rotation of air there. A moment latter, there was the faintest scent of flowers. "A child knows their mother, because they share the beginning of a life together. A father, on the other hand, may only be known by his voice echoing through the womb if the father was there at all." She shushed with a quiet sound, "Now, move aside little ones, I mean you or your caretaker harm." As if placing an invisible glass on Isaac's chest, Vee opened her hand. "Now... We're like cousins, so... Summer being about abundance and grow..." Vee rested her hand on one of Isaac's pectorals, and gently drew her fingers over his shirt to enclose her fingertips over the areola, then repeated the same motion over the other. "And why I stay away from the barns in the morning." Sitting back, Isaac could feel a warming ache in his chest. "We are the wet nurses of Faerie... Let downs are in our natures." Mila snickered and shook her head. "People do crazy shit for the crazy people that love them and vice versa. I'm sure that my grandfather had it worse raising her alone after a one night stand with a divine creature." She obviously found the thought highly amusing, especially as she looked at Isaac. "You might have signed up for a lifetime of single parenthood to a brood. But I wouldn't worry about Keha, unless she's stopped seeing other guys and you've stopped seeing other girls, she probably won't get pissed. I mean, I dunno how serious you two are." She eyed Isaac. "Though something strikes me as funny about the whole thing if you are, and you ended up fathering a fleet after just getting together." Ok, now Mila looked decidedly amused. She nodded in agreement with Volya, though. "You're right, they aren't in opposition. I only mean that compared to my mother, I can only imagine what Pele would be like." Watching curiously, she sniffed the air softly as it smelled of flowers and her lips spread farther into a grin. "Vee... are you growing more chest hair on him so he seems more like a father? Or just giving him petals?" "Vee?" Isaac calls out, clear confusion in his voice and his brows knitting together as she puts a hand on his chest. "Vee? What was..." Isaac blinks, his eyes narrowing as he looks to Vee and then pulls at the neck of his t-shirt, pulling it away from his body so that he can look at his chest. "VEE!" Looking back up again, his face is anguished. "What does this have to do with HATS!" Isaac falls back onto his pillow, a little puff of wind has the motes dancing above him before they begin to settle again. "...but I'm a bloke, how the smeg am I supposed to smegging..." Isaac takes several calming breaths, trying to ignore the sense of heat that is permeating his chest. "Fine, I'll get 'Isaaca' to get the stuff I need I guess." Isaac is flat out radiating heat now, his skin tingling as he works to wrestle his emotions under control. "How? How, how does this help!" His body ripples as he lays on the ground, a forearm rested over his eyes as he tries to adust to this new situation. His chest rises and falls, his shirt stretching at times as he works on his focus. "How long will they need... this?? Also, yes I suppose you're right. Keha should be cool about it, we've not really had a good chance to chat since the boat. I guess the university keeps her busy?" The change of subject seems to help him a little although it seems short lived, his mind flashing back to the rather obvious changes that he can feel. "Smeg!" Volya took a slow breath, exhaling with a quiet hiss before shaking out her fingers. "Not quite sticking my tongue to an outlet, but definitely a 9 volt..." She smiled sheepishly, "I was a curious child..." Tilting her head, the smile faltered, "And a stupid teenager..." Her shoulders sunk, "And adult..." Closing her eyes, she shook her head, "Anyway." Blinking, she winced. "Oh god no. The fae, before last, left him with a snooch. I mean I could. Maybe. But I'm not trying to light that particular powder keg of emotions. Not during pixie season." Her brow knit together as Isaac starting yelling, "First of all, you agreed. Secondly, the chances that you can conga line everyone under a microscope to sort out the free loaders is a pipe dream. Third, think of the otters! This bypasses that, and look less like a crazy person." The woman stared at Isaac before she threw her arms up and shouted, "I'm helping!" Mila just kind of sat there, watching, her eyes wide as she picked up her drink and took several long, slow swallows. As Isaac started to settle, and mentioned that he and Keha haven't talked about it, Mila just nodded to him, attempting not to stare quite so much as to make it seem like he was being examined. Even so, he might feel slightly like a fish in a glass bowl. "I guess it's a good thing, then. A pissed off 'Aukai is a terrible thing to behold, especially when we're betrayed. It's like... watching someone light a powder keg on fire with a malatov cocktail, but a little more destructive." She winked to Isaac and then looked over at Volya, chuckling. "I can only imagine what it's like to have to find an otter giving milk. Might be easier to find a goat, just go to that guy's farm? Or a cow?" She snickered again and leaned back, falling to the sand and flashing a rather sady bottom and thighs along with bright green panties as she did so. "Oh my Akua, you guys are a freaking trip." "What in the realms of all that is holy, does making me lactate have to do with HATS" Isaac takes several very long, very deep breaths, his skin still going through all sorts of oddness as he battles with his breathing. "Okay, okay. Concentrate. Think happy thoughts, no fire today." The cloud of motes that had been surrounding him are now in the air above, flying in agitated little circles as he continues to dwell on his lot in life. "Happy thoughts. Summer days. What a kiss..." The words roll out of his throat as he finally seems to relax, his body start to actually ripple now, his hips widen while at the same time he get visibly shorter. His t-shirt fills out and his hair gets longer, Isaac seeming to finally realise what is going on what he does a little self pat down that stops at his shorts, the hands groping in a panicked fashion until they get to his chest. "Right..." Sitting upright, Isaaca, for it is she, opens her eyes. "Okay, world slightly less confusing. For now." She looks over to Vee and then nods her head. "Vee, honey? Really, hats? I'm sorry I got angry, I know you're thinking of the little guys and I am too." Another breath and she looks over to Mila and smiles. "It is indeed a trip. Very, very trippy." Looking up, she squints at the agitated motes and makes soothing noises, calling out to them in whisper before they start to settle once more. "Still me, just....I'm having an interesting day." Volya's hands dropped into the sand, "The Sorting Hat! Harry Fucking Potter! It is a hat that sorts who goes to which house. Did you have a hat?! Because I didn't have a hat! It's a turn of phrase, because of a situation that you created due to not using a hat! We're saving the otters, Isaac!" She gestured to Mila, "I don't think Keha can be all that upset about Isaac here. She visited the Meat Man which is basically the same thing as a pixie orgy, but with a h--." Blinking, she was staring at Mila, and thinking that green may be her favorite color at the moment. Vee, even, twirled a locke of her own greenish blonde hair. Her eyes slid back to Isaac circa Isaaca. "Nope. No, no, nope. Na-ah. Not me." Vee showed her palms and moved her hands back and forth in a defensive wave off anything that resembled fault as she shook her head. "There is no way I used that much juice. I'd have my ass in the air, moaning for my goddess." Mila polished off her drink with a loud, hollow sucking sound of straw catching emptiness, then swallowed with a loud gulp. The entire process was kind of odd as she'd rolled to her side to do it, but hey, surfers man, they likely know how to eat and drink laying on their backs or stomachs on a board. She raised her brows high as she set down her empty cup, taking in the sight of Isaac essentially embracing his feminine side. "You know, Vee never goes full brah. She kind of does this halfway thing. But hey, I'm all for you becoming attractive for a change, Isaac. It's kind of nice to have a couple of sexy ladies around." She waggled her brows and rolled onto her back, shifting her gaze so she can start eyeing Volya. "I suppose I'm lucky you didn't decide to go full brah when the pixies decided to put out an all call on mating rituals. We'd have ended up with a very full house." Mila burst out laughing and shook her head. "Wahine, while that could be fun to watch, I feel like you pushing someone to go full on Bette Davis just isn't quite your trick. You're more of a oh, look! You have three boobs! kinda girl. Maybe like... two extra testicles or something. Or a spare cock." She snickered again. "That hat!" Isaaca calls out, realisation finally dawning. "I uh, well, I never saw the movies. They were kids films you know?" She lets herself sink back down on the pillow, letting out another sigh. "As for wearing hats, I don't know if you remember but I don't think hats would have been an option. Still, yes, I could have said 'no'." Rolling onto her side, she looks over to Vee. "This was all me Vee, just recalling a happy Summer day. It's not the oddest thing to happen to me lately so I'm going to just roll with it for the moment." Looking upwards, she squints at the motes and then speaks softly. "Come on guys, it'll be time to go home soon as I need to go shopping. Due to confusion on my part, I need to get a... pump." The last is said through gritted teeth and followed by another calming breath of air. Sitting upright, she looks over to Mila. "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...or gains one I guess. I do wonder if it would be possible to make random bits disappear though, that could have been helpful with the pixies, if not a little terrifying. Get it wrong and you'd end up with a cock hanging off your knee or something." Shaking her head, she gathers up the now empty bowl of milk and puts it back in the carrier bag. Isaaca doesn't seem in a massive hurry to leave though, letting herself sink back down on the towel when she's done. "Thirty, perhaps even forty hours of sleep and I'll be just fine. This will all have been a dream." Volya sighed softly, "Well... I think a relationship needs to progress naturally without the artificial--natural... Whatever the optional relationship step orgy falls under." She rattled the thought out of her head, "On an emotional level, I couldn't do it. Granted, there is the whole faerie side that doesn't want to keep her knees together. My knees." She frowned a touch, "And I'm not the sort to give someone a third breast. That would be vulgar." Resting her hand over her heart, she raised her chin, "I'm more of a releasing the beauty that one harbors in their heart... Which may come down to big, lip-drawing, hissing-breath-inducing cocks." Volya dotted the air with her index finger as she smiled at Isaaca, "Breastfeeding helps with inducing relaxation, and it should help you rest." Mila grinned "Condom Commercial Number 1, right there. Makes me glad I don't go for the big ole semen dump." Yeah, it was crass, but accurate. "Of course, if you want some lady company while you're like that, I know some other chicks that are into a little girl on girl." She waggled her brows. "None as hot as Vee, but you know, they're experienced." Mila chuckled, what had been in her drink was likely not entirely juice... or perhaps she'd taken some of Volya's candy on thie particular jaunt and that's why she was so damn hungry. "You have fun with your babies, Isaaca. I'm sure we'll see all of them and you many times over. And we'll all play together. Though I draw the line and helping to breast feed. I might let them go surfing with me if they want to. It could be fun!" Mila smiled softly at volya then, relaxing. "Ah Vee. It's alright, you're you. That's why I love you. There's nothing bad about any of your urges. And you tend to have wonderful urges. Even when they're a little surprising, always fun to watch play out." She offered her hand up to Volya, beckoning her to come closer and lay on the sand. "come lay with me, then swim with me while the sun comes up. It's awesome." Peering up at Volya, Isaac raises a finger. "You could have given me a hot cocoa, that helps you sleep too!" She grins though, apparently finding her sense of humour once more. "Gosh, you're so coy about what you want Vee, it's a wonder anyone ever figures it out." Lifting herself up on her elbows, she looks over at Mila. "It does quite, do you think I could get a brand named after me?" Letting herself sink back down, she shakes her head. "As thoroughly intriguing as the offer is, I'm in severe danger of falling asleep on people as it stands. While drowning in pussy is one way I have considered going out, I was rather hoping that day was a ways away." With some reluctance, she drags herself up and starts to roll up the pillow in the towel. "I'm sure they'd like a trip out over the surf although I'm not sure they'd been keen on getting wet. You should see them in a hamster ball though, it's absolutely insane the speed they can get up to." Tidying away the rest of her stuff, she picks up the glass globe and holds it under one arm, waiting patiently as the motes start to fill it up. "It's been wonderful to see you guys again, enjoy the rest of your evening!" Volya grinned widely with Mila, leaning over she crawled her way over to Mila. "And for all my insanity, the emotional rollcoasting, and mossy carpet, you want to lay around until the sun comes up?" Taking a handful of hair to hold aside, Vee leaned in over Mila to steal a kiss, "Yes, yes, and yes." She managed to steal a second longer kiss before looking back to Isaac with a grin. "Coy? I light things on fire. I just try not to light everything on fire." A giggle slipped out, "Rest well, Isaaca. Enjoy it when you can." Mila chuckled and happily accepted kisses, glancing over at Isaaca with a broad, happy smile and a decidedly satisfied gleam in her dark eyes. "Aloha and go safely, til we meet again on our paths. And all of your paths." She chuckled and made her forefinger do zigzags in the air, mimicking the pixie flight paths of the little, hardly notable motes of glimmering green. "We'll see you soon, and until then, I'll try desperately to figure out what this coy, blonde wahine wants." And with that, Mila gave a little more avid attention to dragging Volya down all the way to the sand, because what's more fun than planting a blonde at the beach?