The diminutive fae dragon perched on the sign for the booth, his head tiltiing this way and that in gestures that would have had a birdlike grace, were it not for the floppy wizard hat which sat atop his head. As such, they set the small, star-shaped charm at its tip a-swaying like a tiny comet in the wake of his motions.
Such motions became even more exaggerated as a baritone voice boomed from underneath him. "Hail and well met, tiny mageling! Welcome to our booth!"
Beneath the fae, a flurry of crimson feathers rustled and spread, and Merit peered down to behold a striking Coatl, his storm-blue tiger-striped hide nearly hidden by a riot of checked silk and deep maroon velvet. The Coatl doffed his cap briefly, bowed his serpentine neck, and spread one wing in a low, wide sweep. "Our accommodations may be humble, but our offerings are, I daresay, the finest in all the fairgrounds! Ludo, Bard and Gentleman, at your service!"
Merit fluttered his wings and scurried along the top of the sign. "you sell kisses." he said, his tail quirking in what, to a fae, would be a clear question-mark.
"We do better than that! We give our kisses away for the asking!" Ludo boomed, happily.
"i have never kissed before." Merit ruffled his cheekfins bashfully. "is a kiss anything like a nuzzle."
"It can be," Ludo intoned, suddenly quite serious. "It depends, in large part, upon the inclinations of the participants. I assure you, little arcanite, that I shall go no more boldly than you desire. Perhaps much less so, to be perfectly safe."
"oh. oh my." Merit fluttered down to the counter of the booth, to peek -up- at Ludo, now, rather than down at him. His cheekfins flared, and he rubbed his hands together in a blatant show of shyness. "i do believe that a kiss would be fascinating. i would like to experience one. if you would be so kind." A pause. "also. i like your hat very much."
"Such praise! My deepest thanks for your sartorial blessings, my friend," Ludo said, as he replaced his cap. "Your wish is my command."
Ludo leaned down toward Merit, his lips pursing. Gently, he placed his lips upon the fae dragon's rather more pointed beak, and pressed inward with a soft -smooch-ing sound, and a low, musical purr. He held the kiss thus, until, to his great pleasure (and no small measure of relief), he felt the fae pressing back, his head tilted as well to further ensure the soft press of draconic lips against each other.
At last, Ludo withdrew, and raised a hand to adjust his spectacles (and, discreetly, encourage some cool air against them to dispense the mild fog that had covered them).
"that was fantastic." Merit's tail lashed excitedly, both cheek- and head-fins coming up so quickly in his enthusiasm that his hat toppled unceremoniously over his eyes. "i shall make sure to record all of this in my journal. tonight."
"As you wish, my good fae! Thank you for stopping by, and may The Eleven ever smile upon your endeavors! Write as you wish about your experiences, little one. For my part, I am a Gentleman, and a Gentleman never kisses, only to bear tales thereof."
The Coatl then hissed tinkling laughter, and raised a rose-rimmed wing to whisper conspiratorially, as Merit fluttered away. "But I am also a Bard, and of this, perhaps, I shall sing songs and write poetry!"
