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The look of offense on the vampire’s face was essentially immediate, as soon as Flynn spoke against his ear, and then shot him a wink. He very clearly mouthed the word ‘EXTORTION’ in all caps, mind you, while Flynn was still watching him. Thankfully though, he wasn’t given much time to plan a hastily slapped together revenge (which probably would have totally backfired on him) because Indigo was on the move, and Az was obliged to follow after her, listening as she described not only who they were going to meet, but what seemed like the mission statement for a larger urban organization. The way she talked about it made it clear that she cared deeply about the project, and that made the vampire care. But that had always been his style. He generally preferred to expend his energy on aiding in the endeavours of other people, as opposed to his own. And he was always looking for a new place to give his time, attention, and enthusiastic energy.

“I think I’ve heard the term Apiary before…” He mentioned. “I know the apiculturist definition, but something tells me you mean something more. Forgive my ignorance...what exactly is it?” He questioned, as they made their way through the crowd of people. He noticed the way Indigo didn’t seem to mind pausing to offer hugs to people in passing, which only served to make the Mystic smile. He was absolutely loving the atmosphere. It was nice to see a change. A change he had first noticed at the Town Hall meeting sponsored some months back. People had actually talked, worked together. Well. For the most part. Without getting bogged down by self-interest. It made him vaguely hopeful.
And then someone hit him with an elbow.

He caught sight of Meara and grinned as he slipped away briefly from Flynn to drag the woman into a hug. He honestly hadn’t seen much of her lately, aside from at those turf wars. Some months before, he’d been giving her lessons in how to perform rituals. They had since fallen out of touch, and yet it was good to see her up and about. Especially after the craziness of the past few months. Especially (even more so), at an event like the art night, with all of its positivity. He suspected a woman with her bubbly personality was going to do amazingly with finding people to talk to. But before he could let her go, he swung her around to show to Indigo. “Hey!” He said in greeting. “Meara, this is Indigo - and I think you’ve met or at least seen Flynn? Flynn and Indigo, this is Meara. Actually, do you mind if I call you GoGo?” Totally relevant question, aimed at Indie.

Then he released Meara after a brief squeeze so he could all but slump against Flynn’s back. “And to answer your question, I think we can paint anything but the machines, walls, and flooring. I’m planning to paint dic--daisies on this guy here.” Yeah. Daisies. Totally.

“It is a central location, a colony of sorts, if you will, where all with the common interest and shared goals commune among their work. Each lending aid, time and resources to their neighboring artist. Sometimes it is simply a shared work space that can provide inspiration to another who needs it or support for new ideas and directions.”

Flynn mentioned her being a leader and that earned a slow shake of her head. She was not entirely sure that was the case. She was no follower, that was true enough. She was fiercely independent and would act on her mindset without seeking the opinion or approval of another. That was just how Indigo rolled. Before she could expand on it she was introduced to a redhead that captured her eyes and their curious focus. Meara. There had to be a story to go with the fresh face and name. The allurist on a mission for peace and unity extended her hand in greeting as her feet finally picked a place to stand still.

“Pleasure to meet you, Meara. I am Indigo Knight.” A smile surfaced that was warm and inviting in its genuine offering. “You can call me Indie or GoGo or …” She winked at Azraeth and Flynn then shifted to open the space and introductions coming from Vita. An arm slid to the woman’s closest hip and delivered an firm press of her fingertips to give confirm she was close to Vita. More so than might be expected. “Daisy’s are hot beneath these lights. Ready for that?” The expression burst across Indigo's face with sudden awareness it was Vita she was talking to. "Well, of course you are."

Indigo described the Apiary, and he could see the correlation. An apiary was a location where beehives were kept, and when the time for harvest came, an apiary produced the natural sweetness of honey. But every single bee in the hives had to do their part. The queen, the drones, the workers, and the larva. All of them worked towards the goal of building a home, of sustaining their colony, of creating new life, and making that delicious consumable. Only at the Apiary, everyone did their own part to create nourishment for the soul rather than for the body. The naming was apt and intelligently decided upon. “I may have to drop in sometime with this guy here.” He said with a nod of his head towards Flynn. Not that Az was confident in his artistic abilities at all. He had always been an academic in life, and had translated that set of interests, as a vampire, into a search for the mystical. Yet...he had changed a lot when he’d gotten his fangs. Maybe it was time to invest in a skill that didn’t involve deciphering languages almost nobody understood.

And it seemed the time had come for an exchange of many names, not just Meara but Vita as well, who Az only had known up to that point as a notion posed by Indigo. Her and a guy named Wilson, who Az assumed he would get to meet at another time. It was good to put a face to the tone of GoGo’s voice, and the expression she’d worn when the woman had been mentioned. And the way the two interacted, how they touched - it said there was intimacy there. The mystic loved seeing that, because to him, all expressions of love were beautiful, and that was exactly the type of thing to focus on for a week in support of unity between vampires and humans. Seeing that not all vampires could be boiled down to their hunger and fangs. That there was more to them than what they ate - but who they cared about. The souls which were bound and woven into their own. The thought made Azraeth press closer to Flynn’s back, his arms squeezing about a middle as if he intended to steal the body heat he felt there. “Hello, Vita. It’s great to meet you. I think I like painting? We’ll see, I guess.” He said with a dose of honesty. As it turned out, about the only actual skill Az had for art was sketching, and even that was...sketchy (pun not intended) at best. Really he had only ever used it when creating diagrams, transcribing roughly what an artefact looked like, etc.

“I’m your favorite limb.” He said against Flynn’s ear, though loud enough for their little group to hear. “But he’s right. I’m the one who mentioned daisies.” He noted that Flynn was totally trying to get out of getting dicks painted or drawn on him. Littled did the human know (the human totally knew) that Az was not to be deterred. “I can’t promise anything I do is going to be beautiful, but I would be more than happy to make one for you...and that makes you an April baby? The calendula flower is the one my birth month is known for.” He also wanted to relay another few stray bits of trivia (Az was a master of picking up useless facts and storing them away where important things should have been). Like apparently common lore stated that the daisy was named for the ‘day’s eyes’, because of when they bloomed and retreated. However, he didn’t want to monopolize the conversation, especially not when Meara was getting to meet people.

“Oh!” He said, as if he’d just thought of it. “You should totally come with me when Flynn and I visit the Apiary. Based on what GoGo’s said, I think you might love it there.” He commented before he finally pulled away from the Paladin’s back. Mainly because he figured he should actually get some paints together. He continued to listen, as he approached the nearest table with numerous colors laid out. He ‘borrowed’ a clipboard which had been placed there, and began to check different tubes of paint, squeezing large dollops of them off onto said clipboard so it could act as his palette. He then grabbed a fistful of paintbrushes and stuffed them into his back pocket before returning. “And you know, we were just chatting with GoGo about doing some karaoke later. It might be nice to have some dance or extra music to go along with it. Are either you or Vita singers?” He asked as he grabbed one of the paintbrushes so he could dip it into a vibrant verdant hue. “Now who wants to get daisied?” He asked, trying to make it sound totally as suggestive as possible.