Vega could feel that the familiar was uncomfortable, uncertain. Not uncertain of herself, or of who she was, but unclear about the situation. That was fine, Vega felt the same way, frankly. She suspected that, as different as they were, that would be the case for a lot of situations. "Look, I'll look for you. If you need me to. Or we can be the partners you say we are, an' tell me. Cos I asked nicely an' said please, too."
This was just frankly stupid, Vega was convinced. Nothing to do with the Sev'ryn, everything
to do with being tied to traditions, to ways of doing things. "You're part of me. You think like I do, an' not at the same time. Wotcha say?"
"I say very little"
Vega looked down and saw her familiar there, for the first time. She knelt down, in her dream and there were tears of delight sparkling in her eyes. "But look, yer beautiful."
There was a feeling, a moment of shared emotion and Vega grinned. "All elbows an' knees. But beautiful too. Yer like.. a flunny an' a bird?"
"Rainbow lorikeet. Flunny and lorikeet. This is how you perceive me, you understand?"
"Yeah, cos it's who you are. Come off it Fluffles. Come to that, what's yer name?"
Vega suddenly thought that it would be entirely awesome if she got to name the familiar and could call her Fluffles. Although, she did have to admit that maybe the familiar herself wouldn't be entirely happy with that as a name. But then, she was half of Vega's own soul - she had to have a good sense of humour, surely?
"Like the plant?"
Vega sounded a little surprised, but it was a pretty name, it had four letters and it suited the creature here with her. Somehow, and she couldn't tell how, it was right. "It's beautiful. You are, it is. I'm right pleased to meet you."
The sense from Iris was of overwhelming pleasure, although Vega could feel that sensation of 'by the Immortals, what's this woman like!?' but she didn't mind. She knew herself well enough to know, she could be tricky to live with. Iris and Arlo were probably going to get on just fine.
"You miss him. More than you thought you would. Will you tell him? When he comes back?"
It had been three trials now and Vega was starting to get a niggling doubt about him coming back at all. She knew that it was just fear whispering to her, but still. "No, course I won't. What kind of a steaming numpty do you take me for? But he'll know"
Vega was clear on both of those and the confusion in Iris' thoughts was obvious. "He knows me. 'e's my best friend. He knows what I'm like, an' 'e knows that by now I'm getting jumpy. But that don't matter, or it won't, the trill I see 'im."
There was a moment of silence from the strange and mismatched creature as she considered Vega's words.Then, she spoke and there was chuckling laughter in her voice.
"I'm in Sweetwine Woods. With the bees"
Vega said with a grimace. "Are you serious? I bloody 'ate bees. A'right. Soon as he gets back, we'll come find you. Good chat."
And then, because she had nothing more to say and, as a dream, this was limited and she had better things to do. Vega turned and left. Her familiar was left there, alone and she chuckled. It was, it seemed, going to be an interesting incarnation.