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April 01, 2022 18:18:14

@Selah | ~~I wish I wasn't trying to squish this into 250 words, this had so much fun potential to write.~~

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It’s a well-known stereotype that libraries are meant to be quiet. How many hatchlings have suffered from nightmares of those grizzled, wrinkly old geezers who willingly reign within the dimly lit, musky confines of those walls. Those monsters of stern silence that walk between towering shelves overflowing with more books than one could read in a lifetime, oak groaning beneath the burden of knowledge. Steely sharp eyes that watch their patrons, crackled lips pursed and waiting for the moment – a single sound – to pounce. Yes, it is a time-old tradition that libraries be quiet - - -

But that’s not the case in this one.

Here it’s the librarian herself making a ruckus. She’s twirling from shelf to shelf, humming as she goes. Quick claws rearrange stacks of books on the upper shelves that have toppled over, her mind wandering down a thousand plotlines and a thousand more as green eyes flit over the titles of the leatherbound volumes. Then she’s looping off to the next stack, so quickly that the books she’d just righted topple over once more.

At least she makes good use of the apparel that adorns her, though. Unbeknownst to her, as her tail flicks through the air and her wings flutter to propel her into the looping motion she’s so fond of, the feathers dust off the thin layer of particles that had accumulated on those books banished to the upper shelves.

This library may not be the quietest library, and the librarian who resides in it is certainly anything but a monster out of a nightmare - - - but it is the most dust-free.

i've known you for forever and a day . . .

@Koutarou I love ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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April 01, 2022 18:36:28

@Koutarou I love ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

[font=Candara]@jankasi | This lady looks like someone who likes science experiments and causing a little chaos. [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69174427][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/691745/69174427_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]If her clanmates were around, she’s certain they’d be telling her [i]not[/i] to. They’d be listing off all the reasons why what she's about to do is [i]a bad idea[/i], starting with [i]she might get herself killed.[/i] The list would probably go on – but, if she’s honest, she would have tuned them out even if they were here. Sure, she very well may [i]blow herself up, accidentally set the lab on fire,[/i] or [i]create a mutant living sludge monster hellbent on absorbing them all into its gelatinous mass[/i]. But to her, those all sound like [i]future Quicklead problems[/i]. Right now Quickleaf is more preoccupied with which of the unlabeled vials hanging from her bag is the right one. It’s the blue one… or… is it the other blue one? No… the green one stands out, maybe it was that one... Maybe someone else would have examined them closely, used minute reasoning and deduction to determine which of the vials contained a mixture that would be non-explosive in the presence of the other ingredients she’s already packed into the bowl. She, on the other hand, takes all three into her dexterous claws, uncaps them, and pours them in. Blue, bluer, and green liquids mix together, dissolving the other ingredients. “Hmm,” she muses, watching as the mixture begins to froth and expand, seemingly stir itself as it thickens. “Didn’t see that coming.” Maybe someone else would have lowered their goggles to protect their eyes when the mixture started emitting puffs of smoke, admitted that they’d chosen wrong, and started panicking. She, on the other hand, simply hums and, with little thought, picks up the bowls and tosses it over her shoulder. The sheer chaos that ensues has her snickering, as her clanmates shriek and stumble over each other to get away from the mutant living sludge monster that seems hellbent on absorbing them into its gelatinous mass. [/quote]

Anshu

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April 01, 2022 19:01:20

@jankasi | This lady looks like someone who likes science experiments and causing a little chaos.

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If her clanmates were around, she’s certain they’d be telling her not to. They’d be listing off all the reasons why what she's about to do is a bad idea, starting with she might get herself killed. The list would probably go on – but, if she’s honest, she would have tuned them out even if they were here. Sure, she very well may blow herself up, accidentally set the lab on fire, or create a mutant living sludge monster hellbent on absorbing them all into its gelatinous mass.

But to her, those all sound like future Quicklead problems. Right now Quickleaf is more preoccupied with which of the unlabeled vials hanging from her bag is the right one. It’s the blue one… or… is it the other blue one? No… the green one stands out, maybe it was that one...

Maybe someone else would have examined them closely, used minute reasoning and deduction to determine which of the vials contained a mixture that would be non-explosive in the presence of the other ingredients she’s already packed into the bowl.

She, on the other hand, takes all three into her dexterous claws, uncaps them, and pours them in. Blue, bluer, and green liquids mix together, dissolving the other ingredients.

“Hmm,” she muses, watching as the mixture begins to froth and expand, seemingly stir itself as it thickens. “Didn’t see that coming.” Maybe someone else would have lowered their goggles to protect their eyes when the mixture started emitting puffs of smoke, admitted that they’d chosen wrong, and started panicking.

She, on the other hand, simply hums and, with little thought, picks up the bowls and tosses it over her shoulder. The sheer chaos that ensues has her snickering, as her clanmates shriek and stumble over each other to get away from the mutant living sludge monster that seems hellbent on absorbing them into its gelatinous mass.

[font=Candara]@Felka | I'm a total pushover for a strong, haughty, intelligent woman who leads the show with merciless retorts. Yesss girl, you tell him. [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/70472535][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/704726/70472535_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]“The amount of idiocy that you managed to condense into a single sentence riddled with terrible grammar is [i]truly astounding[/i].” The words roll off her silver tongue like molten gold, dripping with disdain. Her eyes are narrowed on the hunched form across from her, watching as he turns his head to look at her, shock evident across his features. [i]Pathetic[/i] - - - did he bother to think before he spoke, or did he say the first half-formed daydream that crossed through his brain? These council meetings were always so dreadfully [i]boring[/i] - - - why she bothers to sit through them and listen to these imbeciles argue about the [i]same[/i] thing for hours on end only to come to the same conclusion that she’d proposed at the beginning of the meeting… it was such a colossal a waste of time. Especially with spineless blubbering fools using up the oxygen in the council room to express illogical, unfounded theories and unconfirmed rumors. “I… thought it was an important point to make, Auvyn.” She humphs, golden eyes rolling as if to show him exactly how [i]ridiculous[/i] his thought had been. When she looks back at him it’s with her chin raised, casting her gaze down at him as if he were beneath her. “It’s a good thing we don’t pay you to think, then, isn’t it?” [/quote]

Anshu

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April 01, 2022 19:57:48

@Felka | I'm a total pushover for a strong, haughty, intelligent woman who leads the show with merciless retorts. Yesss girl, you tell him.

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“The amount of idiocy that you managed to condense into a single sentence riddled with terrible grammar is truly astounding.” The words roll off her silver tongue like molten gold, dripping with disdain. Her eyes are narrowed on the hunched form across from her, watching as he turns his head to look at her, shock evident across his features. Pathetic - - - did he bother to think before he spoke, or did he say the first half-formed daydream that crossed through his brain?

These council meetings were always so dreadfully boring - - - why she bothers to sit through them and listen to these imbeciles argue about the same thing for hours on end only to come to the same conclusion that she’d proposed at the beginning of the meeting… it was such a colossal a waste of time.

Especially with spineless blubbering fools using up the oxygen in the council room to express illogical, unfounded theories and unconfirmed rumors.

“I… thought it was an important point to make, Auvyn.”

She humphs, golden eyes rolling as if to show him exactly how ridiculous his thought had been. When she looks back at him it’s with her chin raised, casting her gaze down at him as if he were beneath her.

“It’s a good thing we don’t pay you to think, then, isn’t it?”

[font=Candara]@mgcltwo | I love your Snapper - - - I don't see nearly enough Snappers on a daily basis even though they're one of my favorite breeds [emoji=familiar heart size=1] [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/63797605][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/637977/63797605_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4][i]This is fine[/i], she thinks. It’s been four days since the last time she’s moved but she’s not cold. She’d thought ahead and worn a scarf this time. Her legs are a little sore, sure, but she also wore her compression socks and they’re doing wonders for her circulation. So, really, she’s doing better off this time than she did last time. Last time… well, let’s not talk about last time. How can she possibly move when these adorable little creatures have chosen [i]her[/i] to perch on? She can’t bear the thought of disrupting her tiny newfound friends as they idly chatter to each other, fluttering from one horn to another. Sure, their voices are an octave below screeching and they have little regard for the dust they scatter on her hide as they preen the dirt from their feathers, but she doesn’t mind. Goodness, no, she can’t betray the trust that they’ve put in her. Even if it’s been four days. And her feet are groaning for reprieve. [i]This is fine[/i], she thinks contently, continuing her statuesque stillness even as her tummy grumbles in protest. [/quote]

Anshu

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April 01, 2022 20:23:13

@mgcltwo | I love your Snapper - - - I don't see nearly enough Snappers on a daily basis even though they're one of my favorite breeds

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This is fine, she thinks. It’s been four days since the last time she’s moved but she’s not cold. She’d thought ahead and worn a scarf this time. Her legs are a little sore, sure, but she also wore her compression socks and they’re doing wonders for her circulation. So, really, she’s doing better off this time than she did last time.

Last time… well, let’s not talk about last time.

How can she possibly move when these adorable little creatures have chosen her to perch on? She can’t bear the thought of disrupting her tiny newfound friends as they idly chatter to each other, fluttering from one horn to another. Sure, their voices are an octave below screeching and they have little regard for the dust they scatter on her hide as they preen the dirt from their feathers, but she doesn’t mind. Goodness, no, she can’t betray the trust that they’ve put in her.

Even if it’s been four days.

And her feet are groaning for reprieve.

This is fine, she thinks contently, continuing her statuesque stillness even as her tummy grumbles in protest.

[font=Candara]@mgcltwo | [s]I was going to be done for the night but[/s] I also have to do this girl purely because I’m listening to synthwave music right now and I feel like that would be her kind of aesthetic. [s]And no, I totally didn’t make her mission name the name of the song I was listening to at the time, no way.[/s] [quote][center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/74556840][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/745569/74556840_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [font=Candara][size=4]“Mission Control this is Astral Vibes.” The answering voice is hard to understand - - - broken up by wavelengths of static and distances spanning measurements of the cosmos, yet still yearning across the distance to reach her. “Come in, Astral Vibes, this is Mission Control.” It’s a familiar voice, ringing in her ears as steadfast as the crystal that encases her, and she can’t help but feel more sure of herself as she gazes straight into the unknown, knowing that he’s somewhere far below, looking up at her. He’s somewhere down there watching her, watching the comet streak across the sky, its tail blazing with a ethereal purple glow just [i]begging[/i] to be harnessed. “Requesting permission to enter the plasma zone.” Her voice is solid and steady - - - there’s not an ounce of trepidation or fear. She barely hears herself speak, her attention caught by the object racing by; breaking the stillness and boundaries of space as it flies free and untethered. It ignites the trail behind it in an aura of color that refracts like artificial neon lights from her mane - - - and she wants, more than anything, to run in its wake. She wants to feel those colors against her hide, wants to feel how her heartbeat flies in tandem with the comet as she tries to keep pace. Will she be able to do it? Can she chase a comet and catch it by its tail? Can she swim in the aura that burns behind it? “Permission granted. See you when you pass through the sky, Astral. Safe travels.” She’s gone before he’s finished speaking, bounding forward - - - gaining momentum, gaining speed - - - until she’s riding in the cosmic halo. [/quote]

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