Basir
(#10062989)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Enamored Swan
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.76 m
Wingspan
3.77 m
Weight
651.36 kg
Genetics
Blood
Crystal
Crystal
Shadow
Shimmer
Shimmer
Coal
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Basir
Trader
1st Tier: Trade Services "I can sell it for a thousand gems. Easily." Basir is the dragon everyone in the clan gets to know the best aside from their own mates. He works closest with D'or and D'argent, but he takes supply orders from everyone, handles buying and selling with all other clans, and even between dragons within the clan. That said, he drives hard bargains, actively enjoys scamming dragons out of every coin they have (except for the dragons he likes), and wears his own wealth proudly. He is perhaps the second most important dragon in the clan beside Kairos herself, as he keeps the entire clan's economy afloat. Mate: Valentine. Basir had gone about his normal cosying-up when a new trade-goods dragon showed up to the clan, but due to a series of events it came to light that he had been reserving several vases of Valentine's for himself rather than selling them. That was the beginning. With a Sprig of Sunbeam Rotala New meat. Basir stood behind his counter, leant over with his chin in his right hand, elbow planted against the counter's surface. He didn't want to straighten up—not yet—or he'd seem eager. Still, inside he was almost twitching. He loved new dragons, and especially pretty new dragons. "Milady," he nodded his head to Rosdor, now taking the time to stand up fully, but she was given perhaps three seconds of his attention before his eyes went over her shoulder, though he couldn't see the other over Rosdor's wing. "And a guest!" "Valentine," Rosdor supplied. "A potter, and newest member of the clan. You'll need to sort out his wages. I'll be finding Reese for his living quarters... though if I'm not mistaken, he'll need to cut out a whole new area. It may take time." "Time in which he has nowhere to sleep? That won't do!" Basir couldn't help it—he cracked a smile, but tried his best to keep it from looking predatory. "But, as it happens, I'm on my own right now, so my room is twice as big as it needs to be. Our new member could bunk with me, time being." Rosdor turned then, to consult Valentine, and Basir saw the new member. A Pearlcatcher... and male, by the two horns on his forehead, he thought. He filed away that knowledge for later. "How does that sit with you, Valentine? Unfortunately it's your only current choice," Rosdor said. Valentine looked up at Basir, eyes darting from the other's eyes, to his blood-red hide, to his jewels. He span his pearl in his hands for a moment or two, gaze slipping out into the middle distance. Another moment longer and Basir would have felt insulted, but Valentine finally gave his verdict: "I suppose so, yes. Since there's nowhere else for me yet." Rosdor nodded once, glancing at Basir before heading away down the hall to track down Reese. Basir looked after her for a second; what had that look been for? But he turned his attention back to Valentine. "So, potter, right?" he began the conversation, pulling over some parchment and a quill and scribbling down notes. "Yes," Valentine said, bringing his satchel around to his front. "Should I show you?" Basir shrugged, still scribbling, "Sure. I'll be the one appraising it all, so I may as well get a feel for the quality." "Well Rosdor already said she's keeping one of them...." Basir sighed, "Yes, she would. Something other than that then." Valentine dug around with one hand for a while before huffing and plunking his pearl down on the counter to free up the other hand. Basir stared at the clay-flecked pearl, somewhat scandalised the pink Pearlcatcher was being so cavalier with it, but Valentine pulled out what he wanted soon after. "Here," he said, and set a vase on the counter. Basir put down his quill and picked up the vase. Then he looked at the vase. His jaw loosened, lips parting in dumb surprise. "Did you... how did you-?" "It was an accident!" Valentine chuckled a bit, "I didn't know about you, honest. I just... I don't know, I like red." To that Basir said nothing, only stared at the vase longer. Its design was simplistic: a rounded body, thin neck, and flared mouth. But the colour was what drew Basir in. Even in the dimmer light of the lair, the vase shimmered crystalline red. It was just a bit translucent, and if it was a trick of the light or Valentine's skill, Basir didn't know, but the vase itself seemed to be faceted. It was like an enormous ruby had been cut into the shape of a vase. Basir could only just see his hand through the vase, but he knew the colour well anyway: it was, quite literally, like the back of his hand. "It would look best with Sunbeam Rotala, I think," Valentine's voice snapped Basir out of it. "It is a fine piece," Basir said shortly, setting the vase down, refraining from clearing his throat. "I can sell it for a thousand gems, easily." Valentine openly gaped. "A thousand? Gems? Not treasure?" "Easily. Now, your room. Allow me to show you. Leave the satchel here." He added the last sentence quickly as Valentine moved to take the vase back. When the Earth Pearlcatcher had set his bag on the counter and gathered his pearl, Basir led the way down the hall to the residential area. "Um, so," Valentine said behind Basir, "How long do you think we'll...?" "Reese is a master, but he does have to knock out solid stone. At least a few days, I'd wager. Why... if I may ask?" "Oh!" Valentine was audibly caught off guard. Basir heard the distinct sound of claws fidgeting with a pearl, scratching the surface, "Well I just didn't want to intrude...." Basir stopped and Valentine almost crashed into him. The crystal dragon turned, taking a couple steps to put Valentine between him and a wall. Valentine shrunk, unsure, pressing his back to the cobbled marble. Basir's golden gaze burned into the side of Valentine's turned head. "I am the one who offered, after all. Are you quite sure there isn't something else?" "E-else?" Valentine fidgeted even worse with his pearl, now actually putting a scratch onto it from his restless hands. "No, nothing else." "Don't be shy," Basir's voice was soft, and Valentine almost jumped out of his skin when Basir's nose touched him just under his jawline. "As artist and trademaster, it's imperative we work... closely, wouldn't you say? Isn't it important that we maintain a good relationship?" He tilted his tone of voice just so on his last word. Valentine's eyes went wide as dinner plates, moved his mouth to say something, but at just that second Basir ripped himself away. "What-?" Basir ignored his question, instead simply taking a step aside. A streak of gold and white went by without ceremony. Valentine spluttered another, "What-?" "Rosette. He couldn't notice a mosquito if it bit him on nose, but he's a Mirror all the same." When Valentine looked befuddled, Basir supplied with a smirk, "So he can see body heat... and you're blushing like a maiden." Valentine spluttered but said nothing, his stare still a mile long, and Basir sighed. "Look, kid, I've said what I wanted. So how's this... I'm heading to my room. You can come, see what I have to offer, all free of charge. Or... Rosdor's office is the other way. Maybe you can sleep in the nursery the next few nights." He turned, resuming the walk to his room, listening. He heard Valentine get up, heard the pearl being picked up, but then didn't hear him take a step. His loss. --- Three Days Later --- "Ouch, dear Earthshaker that is hot!" Valentine said his first words after a three-day silence. Cream laughed her hearty laugh, "Oh yes! It is only right that the drink is as hot as the rocks of home!" Valentine managed a small chuckle, setting the mug down and blinking slowly. Cream tilted her head, saying, "Well this one looks as happy as a Reef Snail in a salt flat. What ails this one?" Valentine breathed a sigh out his nose. "Can't sleep. Can't work." "Ahh, this one is sleeping with the hatchlings, yes?" "Well, yes, but... that's not it." "Hm?" Valentine swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt like spilling; Cream had such a motherly feel, and the smell of the coffee was comforting. When she laid a hand over Valentine's on the table, giving it a squeeze, he told her: "It's Basir. When I first got here-" "Ah!" she held up a hand. "Say nothing more." Valentine blinked, bewildered, "You know?" "This one can guess. Every craftsman that walks in, it is the same story. If they make something that one can sell, he is all over them as the Dung Beetle is on-" "Wait, wait. 'Every' craftsman? All of them?" "Yes, every one. So this one need not feel alone- mm? Where is this one going?" --- Basir saw the pink tail flash at the entrance to his room just as he rounded the corner. Now what's he doing here? he thought, not getting his hopes up. He hurried over to his room, pulled back the tapestry covering the entrance, and met a skull-rattling slap to the face. Taken by surprise, he staggered back, back hitting the wall and regaining his balance there. Once his sight cleared, he stared at Valentine, who was clutching his hand. "Earthshaker take you! That bloody hide of yours is hard as it looks." "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Basir spat back. "Save it!" Valentine actually bared his teeth a little. "I only came here to do that. I'm leaving now." Pearl tucked under his left arm, he tried to walk away, but the second he put his right hand down to walk, pain stabbed up his arm. He instantly pulled up his hand, falling to his side and crying out. "Now look what you've done, you've broken your hand hitting me," Basir said, moving toward the door to call for the nurse. "You deserved it," Valentine hissed under his breath. That made Basir stop before he got to the tapestry. "What did I do that was so bad you'd hurt yourself beating me up over it?" "You would forget, wouldn't you? Of course you don't remember, seeing as you do it to everyone! You belly-dragging, heartless, philandering-" "Philandering? Oh. Oh, I see now. Don't tell me you heard about how I like to make friends with all the other craftsmen... and got jealous?" "'Make friends' my foot! What you do is-" "Oh no, it's worse than jealousy!" Basir's gold eyes lit up. "I broke your heart." "You could only do that if you had it in the first place. I never got that far. When I came down, yes, I was smitten... and you ruined that. Very quickly. So don't flatter yourself." Basir's smile fell off his face instantly. "What... what do you mean?" Valentine finally looked up from the floor at the other, confused, "What do you mean, 'what do you mean'? I meant what I said! I know I can't be the first one to actually turn you down." "Well no... a few already had mates, a couple weren't into men-" "Be serious!" "I am! Everybody else knew it was just... just innocent fun. I don't... I've never meant anything by it. I always knew I'd never see anybody again. Rosdor would always mate them off to somebody else. I'm bi, see, but I couldn't picture myself ever settling down with any dragon other than a guy, and Rosdor hasn't been able to find anyone for me yet. Even the guys I'd fool around with all got happily hitched to women eventually... Rosdor wants eggs to exalt to the Arcanist. Reese, Dough and Caramilk are all together, happily... and there's nobody else. Not here. So when you showed up... I didn't think. I didn't hope. "I guess I just... assumed you wouldn't be seriously interested in me. That... I'm sorry for. If I had known, things would have gone differently." "I... didn't tell you I wasn't into women either though," Valentine said, slowly. "I just realised. I never told you. If I could have just spit that out at some point we could have avoided this." "I guess we both kinda messed that up. Do you... do you want to start over? Try and just... make a relationship, a real one, work?" Valentine struggled for a bit before sitting up. He rested his hurt hand on his pearl. He thought. He looked toward Basir, at about waist-level from his position on the floor. There, just behind Basir's wing on a bedside table, was a brilliant, shining red vase... with a sprig of Sunbeam Rotala sticking out of it. Valentine closed his eyes, a warm smile spread over his face. He looked up into Basir's eyes. "I'm Valentine. I'm gay." Basir laughed. "Basir. From now on, for all intents and purposes, I am too." |
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