video ][ forward-dated to the first, post-feast

[wilee]

[ immediately post-feast, yes, because that's the responsible thing to do. the whole scenting thing is still a work in progress, but she hasn't smelled anything even remotely familiar since she got here, nothing she wants to put much thought into at least. not yet. because hey, maybe she didn't smell her not-dad during that big feast. it's possible she just smelled some- burnt turkey! yeah. same thing, really! ( yeah, wow, she's bad at making up excuses, even to herself. Peter Hale does not smell like burnt turkey. ) but anyway, now she's fussing with the locket, because it doesn't matter how out of touch she was with technology a few months ago, she can tell when something ( the locket, in this case ) is trying to get her attention like a cellphone would. and then she sees there's messages on there.

good. good start.

if she can't sniff out where she is ( since that map makes no sense to her ), she'll just- ask. it takes her a second to realize the video is recording, but then she notices it's recording and aha! here! have a smile that's kinda like this. ]

So, thanks for the big dinner and all, that was great. Really. Wow. So good. [ is she being sincere enough? no? she's kinda trying! though it's a wonder her face isn't covered in grease and gravy, okay. so charming, this one. but yeahno, she remembered to wipe her face with a napkin after eating, tyvm. progress! ] But I need to get back home now.

So which way is Beacon Hills?

[ and now she'll make a quick shifty-eye ]

-- And where can I find one of those boxes with the lids you can keep food in for later? Just wondering.

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[wilee]

Only a few hours, really? Even if I leave tomorrow?

[ she's so going to leave tomorrow. because camping. he already told her it was an option, can't take it back. ]

I could leave tomorrow.

[teenyoda]

Look, just give me until tomorrow morning to figure out what we're doing here, okay? No taking off without talking to me first, okay? Don't make me have a heart attack.

[wilee]

I'm not making you do anything.

[ and she's not actually taking him that literally either, but ah. it's easier to poke at Stiles' fussing than focus on, uh. anything else about this right now. ]

I told you. I would never leave without you. And that includes not getting lost where you can't find me, too.

[teenyoda]

[Slight mollification. But now that he knows she's here, he's not going to be content until he can see her for himself. Because he's a dork like that.]

Oh, I think that's just about the biggest lie ever spoken. You make me do a lot of stuff, Malia. But... just be careful, okay? Please?

[wilee]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[ what a ninny ]

You're the one that's been messing with magic and making new friends and fighting dragons for the last six months. Somehow.

[ yes that is all a 100% accurate and true retelling of what he's explained to her so far. she seems amused with herself, at least. ]

You have no right telling me to be careful.

[teenyoda]

...

[Gurl... there were going to be spankings given out when they met and his butt wasn't going to be the sore one.]

I have every right. And I didn't plan to be here. Trust me, the whole magic thing's kept me from having to pick up a sword and run into battle.

[See? Upside.]

[wilee]

Has it?

[ c u r i o u s ]

Show me.

[teenyoda]

What, the scar from the last time I tried or magic?

[Now who was purposefully bothering who?]

[wilee]

-- Tried what? You tried to use a sword?

[ stiles, that's kira's gig. but anyway. ]

I meant magic.

[teenyoda]

We got invaded. It was a sword or a spear. I don't even want to try a bow and arrow.

[He knew this, but he had no choice, boo. And he got sliced for it. So now he's learned his lesson.]

Want me to show you magic, huh? Like what? Ooh, wait, I know...

[He went and grabbed his staff, coming back and setting the locket so it was on a table tilted to show him standing there with his staff angled up. Then he said something she probably wouldn't understand (because he barely did) and snow began to spray from the tip of the staff, the stone set in it glowing softly.]

See? Magic.

[You better be impressed, Malia. That particular bit of magic had taken a lot of work and tweaking before he managed not to just spew water or slush over himself.]

[wilee]

When? You have a scar? Let me see.

[ like she can retroactively make it better, yes. who hURT HER STILES. but she's distracted pretty easily because what the hell is tha- ]

Snow?

How.

[ leaning in clooooose ]

[teenyoda]

I'm not pulling my pants down over the network, Malia.

[In person, however... >>]

Magic.

[Ta da!]

[wilee]

That's- impressive, and you need to make it snow when we're actually talking again in person, but- Stiles. Where did you get stabbed?

[ she's even getting a little growly okay ]

[teenyoda]

I can do bubbles, too.

[Distraction tactics.

...

Which didn't seem to be working.]

I wasn't stabbed. It's just a cut. [That had needed stitches.] It's on my upper thigh, so I'm not showing you on the network.

[wilee]

Is it better now, did it heal? Are you okay?

[ if you secretly have some kind of medieval virus she's going to kill you herself ]

[teenyoda]

It's fine. Some cyborg guy gave me stitches and I got the pixies to look after it when it needed cleaning. It's just a scar now.

[Or should be. He hadn't checked it out since he'd been back. Maybe it was gone.]

[wilee]

It better be.

[ hUFF ]

We are meeting up as soon as possible. Okay? I'll go back with you to- wherever you are in the mountains, but come get me first. I'll run somewhere if that will make things go faster, I don't care.

[teenyoda]

I'm not where we're supposed to wind up. This is... some sort of delegation for Sansa and Gendry's here to do some blacksmith stuff. I think the place we're going to is closer to the Caer Glaem castle. But that's okay because no one's going to hurt you there.

[Because Stiles would set them all on fire if they tried.]

[wilee]

[ hrm ]

I don't want to have to worry about sides.

[ beeeecause she knows she'll fight without thinking if somebody surprises her and she's trying to not do that ]

[teenyoda]

Don't. I don't think too many of the people from places like ours are really all that concerned about them. None of us want to be here, so it's kind of... we're just stuck on a side and the monarchs seem to be trying to get us to give a crap.

[wilee]

Okay. [ a beat ] So you'll call me tomorrow, and then I can take the fairy rings - [ she pauses to make a face because yikes ] - to wherever I have to to meet up with you. And you'll let me see your leg so I can make sure it's okay.

And then we're having sex.

And then we can go wherever you want.

[teenyoda]

[It was probably a good thing he wasn't drinking anything, otherwise he'd be choking.]

Malia! This isn't a private call!

[Like she cared. He knew she didn't care, but still. Oh my god, woman.

And then very quietly and mumbled quickly:]

Yes, we'll go do that.

[wilee]

[ she just makes a face all "so??" before- ]

What? You're mumbling.

[teenyoda]

You heard me.

[So there. Don't make him profess his sexual prowess in front of everyone.

Yet.]

[wilee]

No, I didn't. I'm trying to actually make a plan and you're mumbling. Is the plan okay?

[ ACTUALLY CONCERNED ]