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Orrian Cypress Tordi | M | 77 | Elf | M: Zeb, Æschylus, A bit of what Aroa's doing lol "Congratulations," Orrian murmured, nodding to the Dragonborn apprentice and her newly bonded. It was no surprise she had been the first to bond. Hopefully, that would start a chain reaction and they could get this over with, the crowd was beginning to get on his nerves. The screaming and jeering was going to give him a headache. He needed to focus. If he were being honest, the metal dragon wouldn't have been his first guess for bonding to the Dragonborn's apprentice. It had been guessed that she would bond with the time dragon. But I guess it's quite fitting. Metal dragons emanate power. And image, after all, was very important to the Fae it seemed. Although he had to admit, he had found Galladis quite odd. There was something about him that was very distinctly unlike any other fae he had met. Very much unlike what a leader ought to be, it seemed. "I believe the Dragonborn has told you where to go?" Orrian gestured toward the tent behind the pavilion, guarded by two elves with amused twinkles in their eyes. Those twins were always up to something, he wouldn't be surprised if they tried to embarrass him. Again. But that wasn't important, he needed to focus, especially with all eyes on him. The tent had been set up for the newly bonded and their dragons to get away from the chaos and accusing gazes that made up the crowd. It was supposed to be a quiet place for them to immediately begin further bonding with their dragons. The first few hours of the bond was supposed to be crucial, not that he would know. With a curt nod to Zebeythrae, he turned back toward the judges' table. Relieved to see the white raven that perched upon his seat, something like a repressed smile crossed his face--or rather could be seen in his eyes as he held out his hand for the creature to hop upon. Fishing a small but shiny copper coin out of the pocket of his trousers, he held it between his index and middle finger out to the creature. The bird cocked his head back, forth, and snatched it in an instant with glittering eyes. Content, the creature hopped up onto his shoulder with its prize held tightly in its beak as Orrian sat down to watch the proceedings. And then the halfing stepped up to the table. Or rather, was shoved. Orrian couldn't quite make out the man's expression, maybe it was something like fear? He knew the Faedom wasn't exactly very welcoming of halflings, especially when they were part fae. Orrian never quite understood the hatred they seemed to harbor for those with such unfortunate parentage, but it wasn't his place to say anything. He needed to focus on the present and those that were to become bonded. He was, after all, there to judge those who would be bonded. And then the egg rolled toward the halfling. Not just any egg, the time egg, nonetheless. That was unheard of. He watched with (neatly masked, mind you) shock as the scales on the egg fell away to reveal a tiny, perfect little golden hatchling who promptly threw itself directly at the fae's chest. Orrian was on his feel inn an instant, much to the dismay of the Raven that had been at rest on his shoulder, who protested with an ungainly squawk. Had the elf had a moment to think about the whole situation, he would have been embarrassed, but all that was on his mind in that moment was getting the halfling to the back tent before the crowd became unruly. Obviously startled, Orrian's brow furrowed as the fae-what was his name? Esse-asse something?-fell to his knees. With long, forceful strides he made his way toward the fae, hand held out to help the man up if needed. Too late, idiot. The fae was already on his feet, cradling the creature in his arms as the dragonling wrapped its tail around his wrist. "Come with me," he said flatly, trying to shake his irritation at the whole situation. It wasn't directed at the halfling (although it may have seemed otherwise) but at the jeering crowd and his embarrassment at his own reaction. "there's a tent back here to get away from the...festivities." Without waiting for the fae to respond, he turned on his heel and made his way back toward the tent, waving at the guards to give them some space before he spoke to the halfling. It was almost comical in the way he towered over the much smaller man. But then again, he did for most Fae. He hesitated before speaking, unsure of what to say to the fae. A warning, maybe? Orrian knew there would be harsh criticism against the fae for bonding--it was unthinkable for a halfing to bond with one of the most powerful species. It had almost been guaranteed that Zebeythrae would make that bond. Yet he didn't know what to say, so he simply introduced himself. "Orrian Tordi, Judge of the games. And you are?" |
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Strom | F | B: Topher | Storm Dragon| M: Topher
Her bright yellow eyes opened with a snap, her pupils dilating as they tried to see in the darkness.
She'd spent enough time in this small dark enclosure. It was time she broke free and figured out what, or rather, who had awoken her.
Strom pressed her legs against the wall of the egg, only managing to make it fall over, at least that's how it felt.
She was annoyed now.
And what was this feeling of a second mind? was it the creature that had awoken her?
She made an angry chirping sound and struck out with her talon-like claws, piercing the surprisingly soft shell of her egg.
Her eyes turned to slits at the sudden light and she felt invigorated by the fresh air that seeped in.
With one last push, the gray hatchling broke through the wall of her egg, stumbling as she tried to stand on her weak little legs.
Strom snorted.
She was standing on some sort of hard brown... thing. Beside her was her egg, her golden-eyed reflection pieced together by multiple shards.
Strom slowly turned around on her wobbly legs and her eyes locked on the creature that had awoken her.
He had two legs, long sharp things made of skin sticking out of the sides of his head... ears? what kind of a creature had ears that stuck out of the body?
And what kind of creature had two fake eyes on its forehead and throat? did it have more?
And what was with the real eyes? She knew in the dark a dragon's eyes could dilate enough to cover the entire eye, but it was perfectly light outside.
Strom didn't know what to think of this... thing. The more she looked at it the weirder it got. It had spiky fluff on its head that had many colors. Too many colors. She didn't like it.
She also didn't like the feeling of multiple minds. Having a second one was annoying enough... but there was this itch that felt like there were more.
The hatchling huffed, eyes narrowing and the many tiny thorn-like spines on her back and sides rose, and she pounced on the dark-eyed creature.
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Zebeythrae "Zeb" Leoriethty | F | Bonded: Cathix | Mentions: Open, Galladis, Cathix, Esse, and those around them The fact that the metal dragon’s egg had actually hatched under her hand had shocked the fae and she had taken a momentary step back only to move forward as the dragonling left the confines of their shell. One of her hands reached out tentatively to meet the muzzle of the small, yet not tiny dragonling surprise evident in her gaze as it seemed she was met with the same color of eyes. Isn’t it ironic that the dragon I am bonded to also shares a similar eye coloration? She thought letting a soft smile grace her features before it quickly dashed as the hand of her mentor patted her back. It seemed as though her eyes darkened for a moment as she turned to look at him glaring once more towards the other fae. A snort left her when he mentioned calling her Dragonborn. “But that would mean that my mentor has helped me along the way. So far all I see is the fae that left his apprentice asleep in their room almost missing this important event.” Sarcasm dripped from her words as her attention was turned to notice that another one of the eggs had been bonded. Of course the commotion of the halfling tripping into the table would have been hard to miss since Zeb was still in the main stage area not wanting to lose her partner in the huge throngs of people. The bright hair of the halfling flashed a name in her mind and what could be described as a scoffing chuckle left her as her eyes watched Galladis disappear through the crowd. “Of course he would be here as well. Maybe we will see what the halfling can do.” She whispered looking over to her dragonling after watching Esse scramble to catch his own dragon before it fell to the ground. She knew some of the rumors that it was foretold that the dragonborn and their apprentice would be bonded with time dragons but many doubted that Zeb was supposed to be the true dragonborn apprentice, which when coupled with the fact that she had bonded with a metal dragon and a fae halfling had bonded with the time dragon, murmurs began floating around the fae’s ears. She was about to turn to her dragonling when the sound of another egg hatching caused her to turn not far from where she was standing. An eyebrow raised seeing the pale skinned hand against the dark egg, intrigued by the way the human had moved up so quietly. Granted almost all movement was quiet unless fairly close by and dependent on one’s clothing choices. It also seemed another of the fae had stepped forward attempting to bond with a smaller grey egg. Zeb was almost transfixed with wanting to watch the others, a hidden hope that they would be chosen partially to end this craziness but also so that they could also have their own excitement. When one of the judges walked up to her, her dark gaze lightened for a moment as they landed on Orrian. “He has spoken of it in passing but I hadn’t looked for it yet. Thank you for showing me where we should head.” With a quick bow of her head Zeb motioned towards her dragonling and waited until they had begun to walk with her before making a path towards the tent. It seemed it wasn’t long after she had stepped inside that Orrian and the fae halfling were there with Orrian speaking. Zeb found a spot a little distance away from them and sat down on the ground crossing her legs holding a hand out towards her dragonling. Hmmm. I wonder what your name is? She didn’t want to expressly speak out loud to interrupt Orrian but she could also feel as though the dragonling was now in her own thoughts. My name is Zebeythrae but many call me Zeb. |
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Ikona | Male | Bonded: Manon | M: Manon Ikona did not feel a connection at first; rather, his wings, which were extended around the rest of his body, jerked in response to the connection. They cracked the egg, but did not break it just yet. It was just an innate reaction, not an attempt to break the confines of his egg. And that was when he felt it; someone outside his mind, but still a part of it all the same. He did not know them, but he felt he did. They felt safe, and while he did not know who they were just yet, he already liked whoever it was. They were a part of him just as much as they were not, and while he did not have the words to describe it yet he knew this fact within his bones. And he felt, somehow, that the other consciousness was outside the small space he was in. He did not like that they were seperated. He was going to fix that, and so he opened his eyes. A bad move on his part, for when he was met with pitch darkness he panicked. He did not like the darkness; it made the small space seem even smaller, and he realized that he could barely move his wings. And so he gave another, harder jerk of his wings, trying to break out of whatever was causing it to be so dark. The egg still only cracked, and so, after a moment, he slammed his head upward, desperate to be free of his confinement. This time, he heard something crack, and suddenly there was light, and big things that made noise and shoved and pushed one another. He blinked and looked around, overwhelmed by all the shouts and yells. He was on something raised above the ground, in front of a few huge creatures. Most looked similar to each other, but his attention was caught by the one standing right in front of him. He paid the other ones no mind, focused solely on her. She was the presence he felt, and that meant she was the most important. She was motionless, and he couldn't tell if she was alive. Her hand was raised above him(from where it had been resting on his egg), and so he looked up and poked it with his snout. He was nearly as long as the entire limb it was attached to, and the thing(he had no notions of elves, or fae; they all looked similar) was much bigger than him. He was tiny, he realized, and he looked at himself and then back to her. Letting out a squawk, he cocked his head to the left and stared at her. |
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Dreyvon Leogwyn| M | Human Judge | Mentions: Everyone (Mostly Ind.) The male made sure to carefully tie back his long hair before wrapping the brown cloak around his shoulders that were clasped with the insignia that showed his position. Dreyvon ran a hand over his hair before looking once more in the mirror, making sure his light blue tunic top was tucked in neatly to the black riding pants. Those were tucked into knee high black riding boots and once he did the final look, the male was walking out the door. He arrived shortly before a female fae or rather the dragonborn apprentice had bonded. He offered a quick bow to the Dragonborn and Elf Queen before moving to his seat next to Orrian’s. Of course the elven male had been there before but Dreyvon tried to pay that no heed as he removed his cloak. To say he was surprised that a halfling had bonded with the time dragon would be an understatement. He knew what was expected of the Dragonborn and the fact that the apprentice had bonded with a metal dragon, though equally powerful in its own right, a halfling that happened to be a fae halfling had bonded with the time dragon. He raised a hand to quiet some of the murmurs that were beginning to grow. “We seem to forget that it is the dragon that chooses its rider, not the rider that chooses the dragon.” His deeper voice caused a still in the murmurs for the moment as more eggs began to hatch. It seemed that the dragonborn apprentice had been the catalyst to getting the hatchings to start. He folded his arms across his chest watching as Orrian escorted the halfling to the tent where the female fae had already seemed to disappear into. His dark blue eyes moved over the remaining eggs pausing for moments on the ones that were hatching and stepped down from his position, standing next to the elven prince, who was not hard to spot in the throngs of people. “It seems you have been chosen, you can follow the others to the tent in the back.” He motioned towards the tent where it seemed the others had gone. Drey was taller than many of the fae and humans alike. Many thought he carried some bit of elf blood in his lineage since he seemed to tower over some of the shorter elves. The male wouldn’t answer yes or no to any questions about it though as he moved away from the elven rider to walk along the other eggs and those that were still waiting to see if one of them would be lucky enough to be bonded. The male stopped when it appeared another egg was hatching and he bowed his head in greeting before speaking. "It looks like you may also join the others that have been chosen in that tent." He looked down at the fae making note that in contrast to the dragonborn apprentice's long white hair, this fae had cut it shorter. He motioned towards the tent attempting to hide the chuckle that was in response to the smaller dragonling's reaction, though a smile had formed on his lips. One thing for certain was that this was turning out to be more intriguing than what the male had originally been imagining it to be. |
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Topaz Finn-Agæca | F | 25 | Human | M: Galladis, Sol briefly Another egg had hatched, but something was wrong. The silence of the crowd was unsettling. Topaz couldn't see his face very well from afar, but the man that had bonded looked Fae? Hadn't they wanted more fae to bond because they would have more power over the games? She hardly had time to ponder over the odd behavior when a massive beast parted the crowd. The Moon dragon of the Dragonborn. Topaz stared in awe as the regal dragon followed her rider, practically dwarfing him with her size. Topaz had never thought dragons could be so big. And it was headed straight at her. Craning her neck to see if there was someone of importance nearby, she shot a split-second glance at the only person directly nearby: the woman against the tree. There was hardly a chance to examine her features when a deep voice spoke. Asked if she would give bonding a chance. There was no way he had been asking her. "Me? I-" She never got to finish her sentiment when the dragon barreled past him and rubbed her powerful neck against Topaz, knocking her off of her feet and the breath right out of her chest. Stunned, it took her a moment to regain her composure and reach for the dagger tucked under her tunic. She was stopped in her tracks by his voice, asking her a question. Topaz looked up at him from the ground with wide eyes. She had seen that face before. But that was impossible, she had never met the Dragonborn of the fae before. Scrambling to her feet and brushing her tunic off, she answered briskly. "I'm not a Creedan, if that is what you're asking," Her answer came off a bit more harsh than she had intended. Suppressing the urge to wince, she added onto her prior statement with a bit more enthusiasm. "I don't believe so-er-sir." I would remember meeting you. But there's something- No, she was just being foolish. There was no way she had met this man before. She didn't know him, but the last thing she wanted to do was seem disrespectful to the leader of the Faedom. Someone seemed to have it out for her today. Fate, probably. Yeah, that sounded about right. "You want me to...attempt the bonding?" Stupid question, Topaz. Keep it rolling, genius. She gave him a questioning look, and took a few steps in the direction of the table. Brow furrowed, she broke the eye contact she had with the Dragonborn and looked down at her boots, tracing the pommel with her finger as she waiting for a response. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she knew him, somehow. It unsettled her more than the silence of the crowd, which seemed to have passed by now as they turned their eyes from the massive dragon that had knocked her over and back to the bonding tables as an egg hatched for someone else she couldn't quite see. Fickle, they were, as they packed in tighter to see the new rider. Getting back to the tables would be near impossible without shoving her way through. Tentatively, her eyes met his once more. A question. |
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Topher Kyan-Tacitus Rambo-Renma | Elf/Queen's Child | M | B; Strom | Mentions; Strom, Randi, Galladis, Dreyvon. The egg his hand was one began moving, and he slowly took his hand away, feeling the familiar sense of sentience joining his consciousness. The egg hatched open, and after a bit, the storm dragon turned around, facing him. -- The yellow eyes of the storm dragon immediately struck him as odd. Mostly because storm dragons were more well known for having purple eyes, but then he almost chuckled because wouldn't that make them quite the pair? An elf with eyes that didn't fit the norm, and a storm dragon with eyes that didn't fit the norm. -- He could tell that Tacitus was practically shaking in fear in the recesses of his mind. Rambo was trying to figure the storm dragon out, and Kyan was cheering. Renma was quiet still. Topher grinned, and then the storm dragon was pounding at him with an angry gurgle sound, higher pitched. -- Immediately his hands went forward and caught the dragon, wincing slightly as his finger made contact with a few of the sharp spines and falling backwards due to the velocity. He likewise adjusted how he was holding her, his mind supplied the pronoun before he could even question it, as he sat up so that it was comfortable for both of them. -- He stared at the dragonling and gave a soft chuckle at the irony of it all. An elf prince, getting the species of dragon that all other elves had an instinctual fear of since Xaemon. It was honestly nerve-wracking. He wondered how his mother would react, did she even have that instinctual fear that practically every elf had when it came to storm dragons? -- He heard someone speak and looked beside him, finding a human judge standing there. He nodded at what the judge had said and stood up, careful to not jostle the dragonling too much. He looked around and ended up meeting his mother's eyes. Immediately, he looked away and towards the tent, walking that way at a brisk pace. He'd avoided his mother all morning and he definitely wasn't going to stop now. -- He stopped when he arrived outside the tent and looked around, noticing Zebeythrae had already arrived there as well. He gave the dragonborn apprentice a nod before looking back at the storm dragon in his arms. He could already hear Kyan introducing himself in his mind... -- Hello there storm dragon! I'm Kyan, your name? -- Rambo butted in accordingly. Kyan stop with that introduction, it isn't how you say hello to a dragonling. Honestly... I'm sorry about him, I'm Rambo. -- Tacitus was still shaking in fear in the recesses of his mind, but it made sense given how Tacitus was. Practically the only one of them that carried over that instinctual fear of storm dragons. And Renma continued to observe it all quietly in his mind. -- No doubt, this was going to take some getting used to. For all of them, probably... Topher grinned softly, giving the dragonling an apologetic look. |
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Æschylus Rune | ♂️ | Fae-Human Halfling | B: Aroa | M: Aroa, Zeb, Orrian Following the judge he kept silent. This elf was quite handsome. Esse bit his lip in hatred for his attraction. He nearly drew blood. The feeling of his dragons tail wrapping around his wrist calmed his fiery innards. He walked to the tent, passing Zebethraey. He kept silent as he heard her chuckle. When he and the elf reached the tent, he took a moment to respond. "Æschylus Lucien Rune," he stated. His name, quite strange on paper, was pronounced s-call-us loo-she-n roo-n. He went by the sound the letter s made, Esse. He was adamant to reveal more. His face went back to its resting position, something also know as resting bitch face. He moved his free fingers through his hair and looked to the ground. Gods this guy was so tall. He felt humiliated, having to look upwards. "Are you going to take her back?" He asked, meaning his dragon. He truly knew nothing of these types of things. He'd never gone in all his lifetime. He never was there for the majority of Fae news. He lived in his little home off on the hill with his twenty-five feline companions and he was a self taught herbologist. "I know a halfling being chosen isn't quite appropriate to most... But I won't give her back. She close me," he began, feeling the dragons warmth. He felt fear in his heart. It was unlike him to feel this way. If anything he'd tell this man that if he tried to take away his dragon he'd tell him to go eat pig dung. However, in his position, he couldn't be rowdy. Who knows what would happen if he got on people's extreme bad sides. He was too smart to die just yet. Plus, he's loved over 500 miserable years. He'd prefer to live a few hundred more. |
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Galladis/Galledeas Verael | M | Re'enalla | Topaz, who's bonded so far, Wren It hit him like a thunderstorm. He knew that voice. He couldn't not know it. It may have been fifteen years, but it came crashing back in a wave of heartache and emotion. Topaz. That's... That's Topaz. He saw it now: the tanned skin, the wiry frame and tendency to wear commoner's clothes. He'd known it was familiar. It was like being punched in the gut; he nearly doubled over, looking weak. After a long pause, what felt like a warm stone touched his hand. Wren. He took a shuddering breath. Another. Keeping his head low, he fought to keep in a placid state. "What's wrong?" Instead of looking at him with concern, Wren looked straight ahead; steeling her shoulders, he noticed she was facing the people around them.
He should do the same. After all, something like this- whatever they thought it was- would be cause to call him a bad leader. Wren... it's her. It's Gem. Do you remember? He watched her close her eyes in thought, looking back at him for a short moment. "Yes." Keeping one arm around her neck, he stood himself up with forced dignity. He wasn't likely going to be away from Wren for a long while. When he made to speak, he was near horrified when his voice shook. Leaders weren't allowed to be weak. "E-excuse me, To-today, we're having the bonding. I'll guide you to- to the tables." He stepped closer to Topaz, offering a hand. What he didn't say was that he knew she would bond. He knew which dragon, too: he felt the implications of a bond when he himself was moving the eggs. He couldn't bond to one, of course. He already had Wren. One hand on the dragon, he politely gestured for Topaz to follow. He lowered his voice to a mere whisper, though shaky. "After everyone else leaves, I would- I would like to talk to you outside the pavilion." He made a motion towards the tables, a serious expression on his face. See it. See that you should go over and bond. I'm willing you to. Turning away, he patted Wren's side with an unsteady hand. "For now, I have others to address." Upon reaching the table, he respectfully dipped his head to Topher, Camila, and Manon. "You are to head over to that tent to finish the initial bonding with the hatchlings. I will be by shortly. Direct anyone else who bonds into the tent as well." A heavy feeling of misery settled in his heart. He couldn't... there's no way she'll forgive me. His hands shook. A sheer terror ran through him from head to toe. If they knew who Topaz was... who be was... the Fae would likely kill them both. And if not, that would mean they didn't know. Topaz didn't know either. And it was telling her that was the scary part. |
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Sol Saanvi Dayal | F | Bonded: Amrinis | M: Esse, Galladis, and Topaz in particular, all indirectly There were a few other hatchings - judging by the murmurs and gasps of the crowd, at least. The vantage point was terrible from here, with great swells of people nearly blocking of the entirty of her view, so she couldn't see any tiny scaly lizards crawling out of their shells. There seemed to be a particular fuss over one bonding; again, to Sol's chagrin, she couldn't see very well. There was a sudden hush rippling through the onlooking crowd, and the young woman leaned forward, squinting her dark eyes. A man was kneeling, with a golden hatchling in his hands. With pale skin, and of a medium height, Sol assumed he was human, not tall enough to be elf, and not short enough to be fae. Smaller people of darker complexions - fae - drew back, and Sol could catch fleeting surprise, and even horror, on a fae face here and there. Wierd. As far as Sol knew of the fae - which, admittedly, wasn't that much - was their connection with dragons and hatred for halflings, humans, elves, and anyone but themselves. Not the most tolerant people. Were they expecting one of their own to bond with whatever dragon hatched to him instead? Or maybe - does that mean that - Her thoughts were swept off as a few more dragons hatched, all at once, it seemed. More gasps followed when a man - short in stature, pale in complexion, and oddly familiar, like she should recognize him - bonded with a flash of gray scales, from what she could see. Metal? Storm? Like she knew. Sol wasn't keen on spending her time memorizing dragon species - she'd leave that up to the slighty dragon-obsessed fae. She just didn't understand the draw to the creatures, although she supposed it would be better having a fire-breathing giant toothed creature on your side rather than against. So, fair enough. A glimpse of dark scales and intelligent eyes caught Sol's sharp gaze. A dragon. Not an egg, not a hatchling, but a fool grown alarmingly large dragon. It probably was plotting everyone's death, if she had to guess. That had to be the dragonborn's bonded, right? Sure, Sol may not know much about the fae, but she did know of that, at least. The man with the dragon was chatting with a young woman, who had a ridiculously large sword hanging at her hip. Did she even know how to use the thing? Sol edged closer, curious, if only to get a better look at the dragon. Maybe she ought to keep the armed woman between she and the beast. It was stupid, but her superstition seemed to be getting the better of her; and besides, if the dragon did turn violent, hey, it would at least answer the question of the young woman's swordmanship. Strolling forward, Sol could make out the outline of a merchant's insignia etched into the crimson leather - and Sol may not know dragons, but she knew trade routes and merchant families like the back of her hand. Growing up in a port city did have its benefits, small though they may be. She would have guessed that the woman was of a higher status, but the odd sizing of the sword hinted otherwise. It was as though the thing was stolen, or borrowed for show. Immediately, Sol started to speak, almost to herself, as though she wasn't expecting a response. Sol wasn't the loudest, outgoing person, but she couldn't help herself - and besides, she ought to say something so she could stay a little longer and get a look at the dragon without just stupidly, silently staring."For future reference, if you ever plan on borrowing your father's sword again, I'd suggest growing a few more inches," Sol quipped, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. For all Sol knew, the sword was her own, but her words would have the same effect. She was about to turn and observe the dragonborn, and his scaly probably cursed winged monster, when a wave of people suddenly shoved forward, taking the Sol with it. Right, then, no better way to end a conversation than being dramatically swept away by a mob. I suppose it does make for an excellent getaway, her thoughts snarked. |
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