2nd Wish

[intertwinedfates]

From: Yato
To: Everyone
Subject: Mirrors For Trade

Anybody want some mirrors? After the crap with them during Halloween and the Ice Queen's place, I don't want them in the house anymore. I'll swap ya for building materials or help building my shrine.

Comments

[intertwinedfates]

[At this rate, Yato's going to become a backdoor mirror dealer.]

Alright! I'm sure I have one your size here. This place was loaded with them when we arrived. Are you planning on smacking people with them?

[cawpatrol]

I plan to break them and use the sharpness as a way to cut down my enemies. My crows could also use them as weapons to wield in their beaks.

[intertwinedfates]

Oh wow, that's even better! Death by a thousand cuts! One advantage to being so small is some of your enemies won't even know you're there before you start dishing out the punishment.

[cawpatrol]

[ all right yato you've earned a +1 in her book. ]

I admit, my size here has its advantages and disadvantages. Which may also be true when helping build your shrine.

[intertwinedfates]

[Hurray~! He's not sure what he did, but winning someone's favor is always welcome!]

Exactly! I'm sure there's small or narrow places you can reach that other aren't able to. Being a certain size isn't inherently good or bad, as each will have some benefits.

[cawpatrol]

[ has she misjudged him all along? hmmm. ]

We shall see. Hiyori has taken me to her home once before, so I already know where to go.

[intertwinedfates]

[Well, that's news to him. He tries not to pout too much at being left out of the loop. Hiyori's entitled to her own friends and life, of course.]

Oh good, that saves me the hassle of having to try describing which tree is ours.

[cawpatrol]

She invited me to help her carve her Christmas gifts, those capyper inari. My crows inspected the entire tree, so they have the location memorized.

[intertwinedfates]

Yeah, that sounds like Hiyori, alright. Though I gotta say the way you phrase that would make me more than a little concerned if you and your crows were human-sized.

[She sounds like a ninja scoping out her next target, haha...]

[cawpatrol]

I'll be there shortly.

[ ... it's fine she didn't address what he said. it's all good.

But eventually, Yato will hear tiny "caw, caw" noises, as her Raisin Crows carry her to the treehouse! ]

[intertwinedfates]

[This is definitely going to be one of the weirdest encounters he's had yet, but at least he's gotten over his "try eating everything" phase from when he first arrived. Nibbling on sentient cookies is probably deeply frowned upon.

Hearing the sound of miniature crows, he goes over and opens a window to both peer out and allow Black Raisin to come in.]

[cawpatrol]

[ She had a right to be worried about sizes - as Yato will now see for himself, she's literally Cookie-sized! She could fit in the palm of his hand! And her Raisin Crows are just as tiny! They drop her off on the windowsill, but still hover around.

She waves one warm, giving orders. ]

You, stay with me. The others, go on patrol, report back anything suspicious.

[ "Caw, caw!" Four of the crows flit off into the tree branches, and the remaining one sits on her shoulder. ]

[intertwinedfates]

[Living cookies, Batman! She's so tiny! It must be challenging and somewhat frightening to be such a small person in a world of giants.

Crouching down so he doesn't tower over her, he nods in greeting.]

Wow, you weren't kidding about being a cookie, were you? It's like the gingerbread man who came to life, only you're not running around creating a ruckus.

[Those are some tiny winy crows, too...! Cute.]

[cawpatrol]

[ That just gets an eyebrow raise out of her. ]

That's something that everyone keeps mentioning to me... something about a gingerbread man and running? All Cookies are good at running... and I do know a Gingerbrave Cookie, but I fail to see why anyone else here would know him if I'm such a surprise.

[intertwinedfates]

Yeah, a gingerbread man who runs away so he's not eaten. Maybe that's why you Cookies are good at running?

[There's bound to be some idiot who might try nibbling on them if given half the chance. He would've been one at some point. Thankfully he's gotten better.]

It's just a story, so I think that's the reason people are fairly shocked by finding out you're a genuine cookie person.

[cawpatrol]

... In my world, Cookies are not threatened by being eaten. It's only when I came here that I've been told... repeatedly... that your kind see us as a food source.

[ And it just keeps happening. over. and. over. ]

[intertwinedfates]

Better to be forewarned than snatched up and gobbled down indiscriminately!

[He's so damn helpful.]

That does make me wonder... are you all baked into existence?

[cawpatrol]

[ Yeah, that's. Comforting. ]

Yes, we are all baked by ovens. Some are created by others to form a family, and others are naturally created within the ovens.

[intertwinedfates]

Wow, that's pretty wild. Although I guess not too unexpected, given you're cookies. Anyway, nice to meet ya!

[cawpatrol]

[ She clears her throat a bit. ]

Mmm. Now, where is your shrine? We should get to work right away.

[intertwinedfates]

Ah, right. It's out in town, so it'd probably be easier for me to take you there. Do you mind riding on people? I can carry you if you'd like.

[cawpatrol]

I've done it before, and it seems I'll be doing it a lot during my stay here.

[ She doesn't even wait - hop, hop, hop! - to get onto his shoulder. ]

[intertwinedfates]

It does save on you having to run or fly everywhere. Hang onto your raisins!

[He raises a brow at how quickly she manages to perch on his shoulder, but with a slight shrug to himself he starts off to the riverside via jumping lightly across the rooftops.]

[cawpatrol]

[ She clings onto his clothes, grunting a bit but otherwise silent as the journey goes. Onward!

And right behind them are the crows! They do their best to keep up with Yato fluttering and flittering around his head. ]

To think this is a sight everyone else here can see...

[intertwinedfates]

Is that a problem?

[He pauses on one of the rooftops to glance at her, resisting the urge to put up a hand to keep her stable. She's doing fine on her own, and those little crows would probably peck him into oblivion he he tried to lay a finger on her. They seem pretty protective.]

It's better than riding in a pocket! Or a lunchbox.