The fairy on Kyoko's finger continued to preen itself, absently leaning back as it did, as though forgetting what a narrow perch her finger actually was, and it didn't take long until it had to quickly grab on with its hands again to stay on. The not-quite-fall led to it landing against her finger, wings suddenly out and flapping for its balance on instinct, smacking her hand, gently as one might expect a butterfly's wings to do. The move was knocking scales off its wings, dusting the top of her finger in a sparkle of the fairy's color, before it was able to finish climbing back up and calmed back down. The experience left it turning around to jump back down to the little table again, to go rejoin the others in finding things to munch on.
"Well... I suppose I could start with a friend of mine." She gestured to a spot beside the table, between Harry and Kyoko, so that they could both get a good look -- provided Kyoko found it in her to look up from her hand and what rather resembled a minor accident with eyeshadow. There where Mallia indicated, another illusion formed, just as the table had, becoming solid in a blink. It was a guy with light blond hair held back by his barely-pointed ears, the light blue of his eyes a bit bigger than a human's would be versus his sclera, just as her own dark purple eyes were. He did look otherwise fairly humanlike, dressed in greens and browns, nothing too seemingly fancy... but perhaps a bit dated, in a way that wasn't clear whether it belonged in Robin Hood's times, or the modern era, if a rural location in it... or perhaps from the magical world Harry had seen in his own part of the multiverse. He had a staff, one that looked to be made of some long twists of light-colored polished wood, a smattering of rainbow-y fibers running lengthwise through it, and a sort of blub in its shape at the top of it, a faint glow peeking from between the twist's sections, as though the wood had tried to simply enclose the shape inside it, and had failed to entirely contain whatever it was. He stood there rather casually, absently playing with the staff, leaving its end on the ground between his feet as he gently batted it from one hand to the other... and as he eyed the spread on the table, smiled a little.
He didn't wait long; she had him reach for a bottle he pulled from between the raised fruit bowls, a darker-looking wine bottle with plants of some sort either molded into the glass and painted, or dried, pressed ones plastering the outside for decoration. He took the cork out swiftly enough, his staff falling into the crook of his elbow, and he took a glass out from who knows where, to pour an inch in, and then another glass to repeat it, setting them down by the two humans. "No one's getting into this yet? Do you not know, it's the best there is?" His smile only grew, turning a bit conspiratorial. "Of course, we simply must test it to verify!" And a third glass, for himself....
If they took the hint, there didn't seem to be much alcohol to speak of in it, only a lovely flavor that was something berry-ish... but the black liquid certainly did have an odd appearance. Dark as it was, there was some sort of pale blue-glowing swirl to it, a hint of some sort of magic in that as well, a very faint tingle of some sort of energy, not unlike perhaps a good coffee might give....
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"Well... I suppose I could start with a friend of mine." She gestured to a spot beside the table, between Harry and Kyoko, so that they could both get a good look -- provided Kyoko found it in her to look up from her hand and what rather resembled a minor accident with eyeshadow. There where Mallia indicated, another illusion formed, just as the table had, becoming solid in a blink. It was a guy with light blond hair held back by his barely-pointed ears, the light blue of his eyes a bit bigger than a human's would be versus his sclera, just as her own dark purple eyes were. He did look otherwise fairly humanlike, dressed in greens and browns, nothing too seemingly fancy... but perhaps a bit dated, in a way that wasn't clear whether it belonged in Robin Hood's times, or the modern era, if a rural location in it... or perhaps from the magical world Harry had seen in his own part of the multiverse. He had a staff, one that looked to be made of some long twists of light-colored polished wood, a smattering of rainbow-y fibers running lengthwise through it, and a sort of blub in its shape at the top of it, a faint glow peeking from between the twist's sections, as though the wood had tried to simply enclose the shape inside it, and had failed to entirely contain whatever it was. He stood there rather casually, absently playing with the staff, leaving its end on the ground between his feet as he gently batted it from one hand to the other... and as he eyed the spread on the table, smiled a little.
He didn't wait long; she had him reach for a bottle he pulled from between the raised fruit bowls, a darker-looking wine bottle with plants of some sort either molded into the glass and painted, or dried, pressed ones plastering the outside for decoration. He took the cork out swiftly enough, his staff falling into the crook of his elbow, and he took a glass out from who knows where, to pour an inch in, and then another glass to repeat it, setting them down by the two humans. "No one's getting into this yet? Do you not know, it's the best there is?" His smile only grew, turning a bit conspiratorial. "Of course, we simply must test it to verify!" And a third glass, for himself....
If they took the hint, there didn't seem to be much alcohol to speak of in it, only a lovely flavor that was something berry-ish... but the black liquid certainly did have an odd appearance. Dark as it was, there was some sort of pale blue-glowing swirl to it, a hint of some sort of magic in that as well, a very faint tingle of some sort of energy, not unlike perhaps a good coffee might give....
Minor MP-restore, get? ...Very minor....