"Tara, I'm tryin' to get a gift for Gale to cheer him up. I know he likes magic, an' cookin', an' poetry, but those happen to be three areas I know next to nothin' about. I'll trade you whatever meat or fish you'd like that I can get from Baldur's Gate markets for your input."

@deathswcrn

Tara thinks on it. She decides she is more excited for Gale than not that Breina is trying to court her pet. Properly court him! She trills in her excitement. It is everything Mr. Dekarios deserves. "I can't have Mr. Dekarios living with just me forever. He needs a good relationship. A basket of fish and cornish hens, and I'll show you things he would enjoy." She pondered. "A razor too for that thing on his face."

❝ All this way and no reception party? ❞

@netherill

"I would offer you one, Mr. Dekarios, but you left on short notice. You worried your mother and I sick! I thought something horrible happened to you." Like Mystra or worse. "Don't give me wrinkles, and don't sneak off while I'm hunting. At least leave a note or take me with you."

Was Tara chastising him? Yes, yes she was. "I was close to making the lost person posters myself." Don't ask how a tressym could holy a quill long enough to do so.

Gale sat at his desk in Waterdeep, his hair growing longer and a beard beginning to grace his features, as he drummed his fingers on the mahogany surface. Before him lay a parchment of a blank book alongside an empty glass and an adjacent bottle of wine. Trying to take his mind off the orb, Mystra, and all of it, he decided to give some poetry a try once again, focusing on something positive, a light-hearted limerick on wizardry. Spotting his Tressym in his peripheral vision, he thought it could use some of her help.

"Tara, have you ever considered that the spell Ice Storm could be referenced as a Wizard's Blizzard?"

@galefcrce

Tara sat pretty as she pleased a top of a table. The perfect position to catch the sunbeam. She made sure Gale wasn't going to do anything stupid. She dozed lightly as all feline adjacent creatures did when faced with the warmth of the sun. And her peace was broken.

Her ears flattened to her head. She'd been subjected to this ever since she knew Gale. "Mr. Dekarios. I think it's time you and I go outside. It's time for your walk. The park should be extra lovely today in this weather."

🎩 - Of course, Tara gets a crocheted little tulip hat, rose and lavender colored. Fitting for spring :3

Give Tara a hat.

"Very fitting, dear. Do you happen to have a ribbon? I hate for it to be lost while chasing pigeons."

🎩

As Tara rested by the fire, Gale leaned over to place a smaller version of the blue pointy hat that he had come previously across. Similar to the original, this hat came with the bonus of Persuasion Checks. If his gesture backfired, Gale would most definitely blame the wine for it.

(Now Tara will have a bonus when persuading people to fetch her shrimp)

Give Tara a hat..

The hat looked a bit... low res, but if it gave her more shrimp. "I question your tastes still, Mr. Dekarios, but this will do."

🎩

Breina offers Tara a little wide-brimmed straw sunhat. It was probably designed for a doll originally, but it's nice and tressym-sized, and it will keep the sun out of her eyes whilst she dozes and basks in the warmth of its rays. At least, that's the hope - assuming Tara likes it.

Give Tara a hat.

"Don't I look as the kids say. Dapper."

"Paladins of Tara? Clerics of Tara? ... Should I add a shrine to Tara in Baldur's Gate's Tabernacle? What would that shrine even look like?"

@vigilant-cleric

"Why a statue of yours truly, of course." She frowned and then pinned her ears back. "But that would mean being near that harlot, Mystra. I should have my own temple."

"Or if my shrine must be near hers I demand my statue be demeaning hers in some way."

He's dropped an adult-sized leash somewhere around the temple where pigeons were apparently meeting their doom-- he's sure it will find its way to her if it was meant to-- and keeps moving. Nobody needs to know.

@tarathemagnificent

She returned to the nest she built. Quite an impressive one at that! Another pigeon in her mouth. Another good day she thought. Then, there was a leash in her nest. She sniffed it cautiously.

"Hm. Perfect for when I find Gale." Now if she could figure out who left it here.

"...shrimp?" @undyingmedium

@undyingmedium

Tara looks at the offering. For those she doesn't know she pretends to be merely a cat with wings. She sniffs the shrimp before taking it daintily in her mouth. She will eat this in peace.

A text flashes across your eyeballs: Tara approves.

Okay but would she wear one of these bad boys?

@bloodyarn

She looked at the poor fool, His Majesty, that had been forced into such attire. Her ears flattened back in her disgust. "I am a tressym. I require no garments to wear. I am not without fur."

Points a laser at her.

Follow the red dot

@fiendrites

She stared. She knew this nemesis. She has seen it before haunting her dreams. The DotDot. Tara narrowed her eyes. The instinct too strong; it overrode sense. She gave chase. Here and there.

Then, logic kicked in. The DotDot always had a source. An evil from whence it spawned! The tressym saw it now in the vampire's hands. She wiggled her bum. Stretched her wings to fly up and swat it from Astarion's hand. "Very funny, Mr. Ancunín. I expect recompense later in the form of fish or a massage behind the ears." She proceeded to preen her feathers like nothing undignified had taken place.

Just for curiosity and because I love Tara and her opinions, what is her opinion of an ideal significant other for Gale?

@tadbitfooled

She has thoughts. A lot of thoughts. Her tressym language too complicated for human ears is translated for her by pushing forward a potion with her paw to all that will listen. Drink the potion she demands with her eyes.

"He needs a partner that will tell him to shave that thing on his face for one. It's hideous." She hisses thinking about it. "Someone who will appreciate his culinary skills. Keeps him on a schedule to feed me thrice daily."

She shifts her wings in a stretch as she sits properly. "Gentle. Kind. He is too easily flustered. Someone who despises the god witch like I do. Oh... and someone to help that man find some self worth. That is most important."

🎩 a blue moogle delivery hat. Looks like an old timey postal hat with wings. “Maybe deliver the letters you stole since you ate the messengers.”

Give Tara a hat.

Tara whipped her tail from side to side. "No. I am not some common moggie." She will take the hat though.

🌿 he is also going to offer scritches.

So many offerings today. Her pupils dilated wide. This sprig of herb she munches on. Tara doesn't even wait for Noctis to scratch right behind the ears before she flops on his feet in her drug induced haze. There is lots of purring involved. She will pretend none of this happened in a hour. @chosenbythecrystal

Evening had passed with the usual meal, consisting of whatever morsels of food the group had managed to scavenge. Mostly content with his meal, Gale was finally able to rest for the night. The day had worn him out, using every ounce of his power to cast spells in a fight to fend off cultists and keep his friends safe. Now, he was simply exhausted and ready to rest, even if his mind likely wouldn't grant him the luxury of sleep yet.

Instead, he saw Tara lying by his bedroll and silently shifted to lay down beside her, pulling her close and burying his face in her fur with a sigh.

@galefcrce

Tara settled down for the evening on her rightful spot. A lady always needed her beauty rest to be the fabulous tressym she knew herself to be. Like any feline her rest was easily disturbed. Her eyes cracked open when the familiar face tucked into her side. Her paws spread out and claws extended for that satisfying stretch.

She positioned herself quietly closer to Gale. Making the act look as effortless as possible. Then, she began to purr. Claws lightly digging in to hold the wizard hostage.

Gale knew what he was getting into.

As another long evening stretched into an even longer night, Gale found himself consumed by the text of a study he was reading until a tired hand knocked over an empty glass, jolting him from his focus. Stifling a yawn, he closed the book and prepared for bed. There, he saw Tara curled up on the bedding and smiled. Instead of crawling under the blanket, he sat on the vacant spot beside his beloved Tressym and began to gently brush his fingers through her fur.

@galefcrce

She'd been sleeping soundly. Eyes closed and stretched out over Gale's bed in the middle. She wanted to make sure he knew who got the prime spot on the mattress. Tara opened her eyes slowly. Her front paws moved into a stretch. "Mr. Dekarios, did you stay up late again?"

So late she had fallen asleep herself. She couldn't be bothered to move. The scratches were too good. "Come on. Lay down and go to bed as you should have done hours ago!" Despite her chastizing, Tara was purring.