3. What Are Your Muse’s Hands Like? What Is The Texture Of Their Palms, How Are Their Fingers Shaped,

Ifa isn't sure how he's come into this situation or knows who ( or what ) he's helping, but The Tlalocan veterinarian can't do nothing. Ifa removes his medical satchel from his belt and lays it out for the creature to see everything he's doing.

He reaches into the satchel for triage materials and Cacucu knows the drill, the saurian raptor hovers down and turns his back to Ifa, giving his colleague the chance to reach into little backbag for smaller medical items. Ifa is ready to begin his care and he perks up at hearing the guttural plea from the creature. He blinks with surprise before nodding his head. Of course.

❝ I'll help you, bud, no worries there. I'm gonna look at you now, okay? ❞

Ifa can see they are infected with abyssal corruption and likely … far from human. They have a tail, indigo claws, eyes like a sea of stars, and a devolved speech pattern. Ifa will have to try his best here. He's not even sure if they need a regular doctor, a vet, or The Traveler who can heal abyssal corruption. 

Somehow, Ifa can hear his ancestors cursing him ( with brooms in hands ) from beyond the Night Kingdom. He's healing abyssal creatures now? 

"Relax, bro. We got you, bro!" Cacucu squawks to reassure the creature and Ifa motions again for the raptor to stay back. He can't risk Cacucu catching any abyssal corruption. Ifa too can catch it himself, but that doesn't seem to concern him. 

❝ Almost done. You're doing good. ❞ Ifa explains as he finishes wrapping a bandage.

❝ But, you're going to need more help than this. Do you know where you are, or what happened to you? Who you are? ❞

8. What features does your muse share with their parents? Have they inherited anything prominent or notable, like hair colour?

Details of a Muse

Ifa prominently looks like his father (even resembling his ancestor; the vet family genes strong i.e the albino hair, the height, and teal eyes) but Ifa has the personality and temperament of his mother.

She was a Qucusaur flight instructor and saurian trainer who could connect and calm any saurian. When she married, she became assistant to her husband’s clinic and eventually became a vet herself. She was multitalented with saurians and taught Ifa how saurians are like children and are the future. The medical satchel Ifa uses and carries belonged to his mother.

From his father, Ifa has quite a record of medical knowledge. His father was very good at records and had a library for saurian medicine. Ifa’s medical journaling are also quite detailed. Their handwriting are almost identical!

Hospitality may be different in other nations, but stealing food is universally understood and Ifa couldn't allow his saurian companion to misbehave in such a manner. He gives Cacucu another gentle tug back when the young woman offers more of her cookies and the tiny raptor squawks again in understanding, his little wings flapling to land on Ifa's shoulder instead.

❝ We couldn't possibly bother you any more, miss. Thank you. Currently I'm taking a little vacation with a friend of mine. We're from Natlan and we're visiting Fontaine for the first time, though I'd thought I take it slow and walk through the Court today, and well, here we are chatting with you. ❞ 

Ifa explains as he gazes over the trays of delicious food laid out on the lady's table. Not a dish he recognizes, but still looks rather delicious. 

It was a grand idea at first to take a vacation now that peace has settled over the land of war and the exhausted vet was in need of one, working hard to heal saurians throughout the war, but now that they're here, it doesn't sit well in Ifa's heart.

It's hard to relax and leave his clinic behind, not when the Flower-Feather clan is down a physician. Cacucu who seems to sense something amiss in their colleague, flaps their wings again and Ifa understands, getting to introductions.

❝ I'm Ifa and you've met Cacucu, my assistant and companion. He's a saurian. Say you're sorry, little dude.❞

"For real now? No way, bro."

❝ He's a bit of mimic. Everything I say he tends to repeat it. ❞ Ifa chuckles softly and he accepts her invitation, sitting across from her. His eyes of teal has the chance to take sight of the lady's kind smile and Fontaine beauty. Her style of clothing is very different than any of what the tribal women wear in Natlan.

Her hat is huuuuge! Ifa thinks. 

❝ Oh! A saurian is a sort of dragonkind, but no need to be scared of little ol' Cacucu, unless you're hiding anymore of those delicious looking cookies.❞

Cacucu squawks resembling the sound of Ifa's laughter and Ifa looks to the lady, smiling politely.

❝  So far Fontaine is ... really refreshing. The breeze is cool and smells like the ocean. Natlan is scorching hot and smells like soot. Do you have any recommendations to where I should start first? ❞

@ifadoc sent:

❝ Cacucu! C'mon, man! That ain't cool! ❞ Ifa grabs the dangling leather strap from Cacucu's backbag and he tugs his little assistant back from wolfing down the towering plate of macaroons. His saurian companion has disturbs the lady's afternoon, stealing cookies from her tea tray and Ifa looks to the Fontainian with an apologetic expression. ❝ Sorry ‘bout that, little miss. He’s a bit of a glutton. We're visiting the Court of Fontaine for the first time and he's a little excited. ❞  “So good, bro!” Cacucu squawks out about the cookies.       ( for Navia ) 

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 as the little Saurian had flown over to her table, and she didn’t intervene his feasting on the sweet treats that she’d had placed on her tray. Though, most of her excitement came from the praise at the taste of her macarons.

“Oh, it’s no problem at all! I’m glad he likes them,” Navia giggled softly, “Welcome to Fontaine! Where are you guys traveling from? I’ve never seen a little guy like this?” There was something absolutely charming and endearing about the pair, maybe it was the little Saurian’s repetitive phrases.

Regardless, Navia was beyond intrigued, and she extended a gloved hand toward one of the chairs, “You’re both welcome to join me! I can have more macarons made so he can eat till his heart is content.”

a requirement for cowboys: long leggy

@acr3ss-the-cosmos sent: ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ - chenhua ashfgdsk

Every new day comes a new experience, and a new lesson. Ifa sighs, face palming with embarrassment. The cosmos is vast and every world is different, the people, the customs, the appearances - everything different and the people of the Xianzhou Alliance apparently live longer lives than most. A child size person could be 200 to 300 years old and somehow that's an adult? Ifa can't make head or tails of this world, and tried his luck with asking directions to someone who he thought was younger than him.

❝ Forgive me, ma'am. I'm only tryin' to find the uh … ❞ Ifa looks around the busy street and lifts his hat, scratching at his head of seaform locks and trying to understand where he was on the Xianzhou Loufu. Damn. He's surely giving away he's new here. 

❝ The alchemy commission? I have this here letter of recommendation and I'm suppose to look for … ❞ The cowboy looks back at the lady foxian and catches the flicker of those large fox ears, and Ifa chuckles nervously, warm in his cheeks with raising embarrassment. 

❝ … ‘pologies, ma’am. I don't wanna take up any more of your time. ❞

“For real now?!” Cacucu stiffens with fear and can only watch as the emanator approaches, raising a claw finger to his belly and this was it! Eaten.

Ifa, my bro, your cookies was the best and your hat was so warm for naps.

Cacucu's little heart couldn't take it. He sways before his little wings give out and the little raptor faints midair, falling and falling. 

@ifadoc | dragon to dragon communication

What a strange creature . . . and he even talks. The poor thing looks terrified, but he's also intelligent enough to try and defuse the situation.

The Emanator's head tilts in curiosity, and he lifts a claw to poke gently at the strange thing.

❝ What are you? ❞

hands cacucu a machine gun

❝ Sorry bro, but I don't think those talons can hold that gun. I appreciate it though. We at the Flower-Feather Clan have tried to arm Qucusaurs before in the past, but they have their own natural ways to defend themselves so there's no need to give these dudes guns. ❞ 

“Seriously! Seriously!” Cacucu squawks out.

❝ Qucusaurs, like Cacucu here, are able to blast fire balls from their mouths. Cacucu, however, can only fire one every four hours or he'll have wicked heartburn. ❞ 

“Nut-uh! No way, bro! The heck are you on about?” 

❝ Sorry, he's a bit … touchy about that. ❞ 

Now... Ifa better keep an eye on Cacucu... (wrio leave ifa's buddy ALONE?)

❝ Hey now! When this turned into me being irresponsible? It ain't my fault Cacucu's part chicken an' flies off when he's scared. ❞ Ifa laughs, only kidding. 

“No way, bro!” Cacucu huffs with a fluff of his feathers. 

❝ Don't hafta' worry, bro … uh, Your Grace? I know he looks small an' dainty, but he's always got my back an' I got his. ❞ Ifa explains with a genuine, warm smile as he looks up at Cacucu.

The vet's gaze then looks to Wriothesley and Ifa senses something lingering in the warden's being, in his eyes of ice and Ifa understands; goodbyes are hard, but they are not the end of things. 

❝ You ever in Natlan, make sure you drop us a visit in the Flower-Feather Clan. Cacucu took a shine to you also. ❞ Ifa smiles and Cacucu flutters his little wings with excitement, swooping side to the side in the air with glee. 

“My little dude!” 

Treasure chest opened! Just kidding it's a mimicutie!

“Oh wow! No way bro!” Cacucu fluffs his feathers. Damn right he's a cutie!