>> portal, but just as he sets her through there's some sort of...glitch.

He sees the form of Tulip shift between several dozen iterations. Sometimes he sees HIMSELF lying next to her.

Different timelines...and now every single one has been randomly given a daughter.

"... Oops."

>> and carefully plucks her out of the air, wrapping her up in some white cloth.

"I wonder what she'll name you." Feyran hums, holding her in one arm and using the other to open a portal to Tulip's home while she's fast asleep.

"Don't be too much trouble..."

He carefully lifts her to the >>

>> entirely like Tulip. Thank the gods for strong tiefling genetics. He didn't even have to play with the results of his and Tulip's combined genes to get a better outcome.

That bright red hair is pretty unmistakable. But that's just about the only thing.

He scoffs a bit as she finishes forming >

>> Completely one sided.

But Tulip has been told to forget him and he's not about to force himself back into her life when their paths have been cruelly diverged by fate.

He can tell that she's still lonely. But this should fix that.

The young tiefling taking shape by his magic looks almost >>

...

[He eats the ham but looks so fucking mournful and wet about it]

[silent chuckle]

Phrasing.

Of course you do.

Besides, you're a thespian at heart.

Just keep performing, with the heart warming knowledge you have an ever attentive audience.

Stop being entertaining.

[shrug]

"Right. Wait here then. Or follow me. I don't care either way."

He gets up, leaving the rest of his ale to the Crow if it wants it.

"Well, hard to buy you anything when the proprietor has fled. But I can still get you one. I assume you don't have morals about theft."

"A criticism can be charming. It depends on the delivery."

He folds one arm behind his head, the other still holding his ale.

"I've delivered the most devastating evaluations of character and still had their recipient drooling for a chance to lick my boots."

>> snake hanging around with you."

He sits back down and immediately the scene returns to as before, as though nothing happened.

>> the Ancient, allowing the creature to slither up her arm and rest around her neck.

"Then your new friend may help you."

He speaks but so does the snake - the same words, same voice, though the latter is hissed quietly, subtly into her ear.

"Or, if nothing else, it will look cool to have a >>

>> eyes, that stare at Nemesis as it settles its head in Feyran's hand.

Not a very big snake - just long enough to comfortable curl around one's neck, or arm.

"Whenever your tongue fails you, or you find yourself in need of a more insightful gaze on a difficult person..."

He extends his arm to >>

>> power, that much I can sense. But you lack social grace. Allow me to assist you."

He winds a strand of red hair around his finger and tugs - it grows longer, thicker, and winds around his arm. A snake forms from the piece of him, black scales that flicker red in the right light. Piercing blue >>

"Good."

He stands up, and everything goes pitch black. Shadows swallow everything - the table, the drinks, the ground, his chair. It's all pitch darkness.

Except for Feyran, Nemesis, and the Crow.

His eyes change to glowing purple flames, flickering gently in his sockets.

"You have incredible >>