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@ifadoc sent: “Don’t shoot the messenger, Granny.” Ifa holds up his hands to Citlali, knowing she’s about to erupt with temper. Ifa honestly tries his best to stay out of familial disputes, but it’s a little hard when Ororon sends Ifa as his delivery person and learns firsthand that Ororon has been avoiding her for a reasons, avoiding a lecture. Either way, Ifa ends up in the middle of it and can only nod his head, listening to the elder. “I’ll make sure to scold him an’ grab ‘em by his nose, for real.” Ifa jokes as he lifts the heavy basket of fresh produce and carries it into Citlali’s home. “Oh, I also threw in some fruits and jerky for you, Granny.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 vibrating with anger around her ... the youth these days! "Do you really think I'm just going to let this slide?" Citlali scoffed, arms crossing over her chest as she looked up at the said 'messenger'. "You know, Ifa, you're just as bad as Ororon. How many times are you going to come all the way over here to our tribe on his behalf? You're just enabling his behavior!"

Even despite her height, Citlali waited for the vet to set down the produce in her home. It wasn't like she was going to turn down the free goods. However, it was far from enough to get Ifa out of this predicament. "Hold up, young man," She remarked, "I can't be bribed with food." Her annoyance was only growing the more she thought about Ororon's avoidance. When would he learn to take accountability?

"Since Ororon is going to stay in hiding, you're going to have a seat right there," The woman pointed to the table nearby, brows creasing as she somewhat pouted in her expression. "Do you really call yourself an adult by allowing Ororon to flounce around like he's still a rebellious teenager? You're supposed to be setting an example for him as his elder! Honestly—how long does it take you kids to learn what responsibility is? Frankly, Ifa, I'm disappointed in you. For starters—"

She then proceeded to lecture him for the next forty-five minutes.

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.”