Ivy looked around nervously for her partner. She was too nervous to keep walking throughout the residential area if they weren't at her side. She heard light footsteps behind her and the young girl was greeted by her large feathered friend. "Quirath! There you are! I was worried.." She murmured.
Quirath chuckled. "I can tell. Are you ready for our walk?"
Ivy nodded, and they were on their way.
Ivy looked around nervously for her partner. She was too nervous to keep walking throughout the residential area if they weren't at her side. She heard light footsteps behind her and the young girl was greeted by her large feathered friend. "Quirath! There you are! I was worried.." She murmured.
Quirath chuckled. "I can tell. Are you ready for our walk?"
Ivy nodded, and they were on their way.
"No fun," he muttered as Arcadia walked past. "You're no fun." He followed close behind, tail curling every which way as he walked. "Okay fine, no grapes. Get me some of those little fuzzy fruits instead. Remember those? From that green stall with all the bees. I want some of those." The alleyway they were in opened up into another, smaller courtyard, and Charon ran up ahead again. As he ran, his wildly whipping tail whacked a passing flower cart, knocking it over and sending flowers flying. Charon skidded to a stop in a shower of battered petals and stems and sheepishly peeked back over his shoulder. Too scared to look at the florist's expression, he instead searched out Arcadia's eyes with his own wide ones in a silent call for help.
"No fun," he muttered as Arcadia walked past. "You're no fun." He followed close behind, tail curling every which way as he walked. "Okay fine, no grapes. Get me some of those little fuzzy fruits instead. Remember those? From that green stall with all the bees. I want some of those." The alleyway they were in opened up into another, smaller courtyard, and Charon ran up ahead again. As he ran, his wildly whipping tail whacked a passing flower cart, knocking it over and sending flowers flying. Charon skidded to a stop in a shower of battered petals and stems and sheepishly peeked back over his shoulder. Too scared to look at the florist's expression, he instead searched out Arcadia's eyes with his own wide ones in a silent call for help.
Reckless dragons were not uncommon, especially when they were blessed. Maya had had a few scrapes with them before: a broken arm, a dead dog, a trampled garden, and a number of other less-than-pleasant encounters. When she spotted a dragon rushing through, she instinctively braced herself for the impact, doing her best to shield a few of her nicest bouquets. A dragon's tail is far more powerful than you'd think, and the appendage hit her cart with a sharp crack! Maya was knocked over by the force of the blow, along with her cart, but quickly sprung back to her feet. She had some scrapes on her arms and hands and splinters, well, everywhere. Her cart wasn't beyond repair, but it might as well be--she wouldn't be able to afford to fix it any time soon. Most of her flowers were ruined, except for the few she'd been holding.
Maya was not the type to anger easily. She could put up with a lot, and preferred to forgive rather than start fights, but now she was absolutely furious. She had plenty of flowers still growing at home but... now she'd lost out on a lot of potential business today and without her cart, she'd have a much tougher time selling them. The only thing keeping her from flat out attacking the dragon was the fact that he was obviously a faction member, and angering him could get her in jail faster than she could blink. But that didn't mean she couldn't confront him. Clutching her flowers, she took a deep breath and stepped towards the beast. "Well... What do you have to say for yourself?" she said, doing her best to keep her voice even and calm.
Reckless dragons were not uncommon, especially when they were blessed. Maya had had a few scrapes with them before: a broken arm, a dead dog, a trampled garden, and a number of other less-than-pleasant encounters. When she spotted a dragon rushing through, she instinctively braced herself for the impact, doing her best to shield a few of her nicest bouquets. A dragon's tail is far more powerful than you'd think, and the appendage hit her cart with a sharp crack! Maya was knocked over by the force of the blow, along with her cart, but quickly sprung back to her feet. She had some scrapes on her arms and hands and splinters, well, everywhere. Her cart wasn't beyond repair, but it might as well be--she wouldn't be able to afford to fix it any time soon. Most of her flowers were ruined, except for the few she'd been holding.
Maya was not the type to anger easily. She could put up with a lot, and preferred to forgive rather than start fights, but now she was absolutely furious. She had plenty of flowers still growing at home but... now she'd lost out on a lot of potential business today and without her cart, she'd have a much tougher time selling them. The only thing keeping her from flat out attacking the dragon was the fact that he was obviously a faction member, and angering him could get her in jail faster than she could blink. But that didn't mean she couldn't confront him. Clutching her flowers, she took a deep breath and stepped towards the beast. "Well... What do you have to say for yourself?" she said, doing her best to keep her voice even and calm.
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Cy wandered aimlessly through the arts district, picking their way through the scattered clusters of people and crowds that dotted the streets and shops. Tiia trailed a little ways behind, more interested in looking at the store windows and small carts that lined the walkway. As they rounded a corner, Tiia took the opportunity to figure out where they were headed.
"Uh, what are we looking for exactly?" She questioned, increasing her pace to match with her companion's long strides.
Cy shrugged, and they continued along the alleyway in silence. As they rounded another bend, a small cart sending a variety of flowers with customers lined outside caught their interest.
"What kind of flower would you like?" Cy asked, after pausing to stare in awe at the exotic and beautiful collection of flora.
"What? Why do you want flowers?" Tiia began, tilting her head slightly. "They're cut-they're going to die."
"I know that!" Cy muttered and continued, "we're part of the Earth faction right? We could, I don't know, make the roots grow? It's like practice! Plus they're really pretty."
Before Tiia could reply, a blur of motion and a streak of rust forced them to whip around right before petals and leaves drifted overhead. All types of flowers littered the streets and an assortment of stems, leaves, and petals lay askew in every direction. Both of them stayed silent for a couple of moments, and watched what appeared to be the florist step out and confront the dragon that had ruined the stand. Suddenly, Tiia began gently sweeping some of the less damaged flowers into a small pile. Before Cy could question her behavior, she gave Cy an accusing glare.
"You were going to make us leave right?" Tiia murmured, continuing to gently clean up the accident. "You're the one who wanted pratice right? We could at least try to help the florist regrow some of these. Most of them aren't badly damaged."
Cy bit their tongue. Tiia was right- or at least it was probably the best thing to do. Although they were both fairly new to earth magic, both hoped they could help in some way.
Cy wandered aimlessly through the arts district, picking their way through the scattered clusters of people and crowds that dotted the streets and shops. Tiia trailed a little ways behind, more interested in looking at the store windows and small carts that lined the walkway. As they rounded a corner, Tiia took the opportunity to figure out where they were headed.
"Uh, what are we looking for exactly?" She questioned, increasing her pace to match with her companion's long strides.
Cy shrugged, and they continued along the alleyway in silence. As they rounded another bend, a small cart sending a variety of flowers with customers lined outside caught their interest.
"What kind of flower would you like?" Cy asked, after pausing to stare in awe at the exotic and beautiful collection of flora.
"What? Why do you want flowers?" Tiia began, tilting her head slightly. "They're cut-they're going to die."
"I know that!" Cy muttered and continued, "we're part of the Earth faction right? We could, I don't know, make the roots grow? It's like practice! Plus they're really pretty."
Before Tiia could reply, a blur of motion and a streak of rust forced them to whip around right before petals and leaves drifted overhead. All types of flowers littered the streets and an assortment of stems, leaves, and petals lay askew in every direction. Both of them stayed silent for a couple of moments, and watched what appeared to be the florist step out and confront the dragon that had ruined the stand. Suddenly, Tiia began gently sweeping some of the less damaged flowers into a small pile. Before Cy could question her behavior, she gave Cy an accusing glare.
"You were going to make us leave right?" Tiia murmured, continuing to gently clean up the accident. "You're the one who wanted pratice right? We could at least try to help the florist regrow some of these. Most of them aren't badly damaged."
Cy bit their tongue. Tiia was right- or at least it was probably the best thing to do. Although they were both fairly new to earth magic, both hoped they could help in some way.
Arcadia didn't think anything of the loud stomps quickly approaching her behind. It was a sound you quickly grew accustom to when you were constantly being followed by a big, lumbering dragon.
It wasn't until she heard claws scraping against the ground, followed by a familiar thump that she bothered to turn around and look what the hell was happening.
Luckily, she turned just in time to see Charon bounding onto the scene, skidding to a stop and swishing his tail with such force that it knocked the flower cart she'd seen earlier, sending the part that didn't break on impact flying.
The girl was on the ground, too, but she wasn't too concerned with her seeing as she was much too busy laughing until her sides ached.
"Oh, god, Charon!" She snorted, staggering her way over as she clutched at her ribs. She stepped on a couple of flowers, some petals getting stuck to the bottom of her sandals. Either she didn't notice or simply didn't care(hint: it's the latter), because she kept going until she came up to Charon's side.
"That was gold! Absolute gold!" She shook her head and drew her hand back, smacking him lightly upside the head. "You big clutz! Christ, man," she was still laughing, not bothering to try to hide it, even in front of the shopkeeper, who was standing there in front of them with her flowers clutched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles were turning white.
Wiping a tear from her eye, she took a few calming breaths before straightening up, though she was still snickering under her breath. Clearing her throat, she finally acknowledged the other woman, who continued to wait there with her flowers and her ruffled hair and white knuckles.
Arcadia could tell that she was trying very, very hard to keep herself calm, though the grit of her teeth and the set of her shoulders spoke another story. "Oh, lighten up," she rolled her eyes, throwing an arm around her dragon friend's neck and giving him a little pat. "It was an accident. Not like the big oaf meant any harm. Right, buddy?" She grinned crookedly, tilting her head at the lady across from her.
Arcadia didn't think anything of the loud stomps quickly approaching her behind. It was a sound you quickly grew accustom to when you were constantly being followed by a big, lumbering dragon.
It wasn't until she heard claws scraping against the ground, followed by a familiar thump that she bothered to turn around and look what the hell was happening.
Luckily, she turned just in time to see Charon bounding onto the scene, skidding to a stop and swishing his tail with such force that it knocked the flower cart she'd seen earlier, sending the part that didn't break on impact flying.
The girl was on the ground, too, but she wasn't too concerned with her seeing as she was much too busy laughing until her sides ached.
"Oh, god, Charon!" She snorted, staggering her way over as she clutched at her ribs. She stepped on a couple of flowers, some petals getting stuck to the bottom of her sandals. Either she didn't notice or simply didn't care(hint: it's the latter), because she kept going until she came up to Charon's side.
"That was gold! Absolute gold!" She shook her head and drew her hand back, smacking him lightly upside the head. "You big clutz! Christ, man," she was still laughing, not bothering to try to hide it, even in front of the shopkeeper, who was standing there in front of them with her flowers clutched so tightly in her hands that her knuckles were turning white.
Wiping a tear from her eye, she took a few calming breaths before straightening up, though she was still snickering under her breath. Clearing her throat, she finally acknowledged the other woman, who continued to wait there with her flowers and her ruffled hair and white knuckles.
Arcadia could tell that she was trying very, very hard to keep herself calm, though the grit of her teeth and the set of her shoulders spoke another story. "Oh, lighten up," she rolled her eyes, throwing an arm around her dragon friend's neck and giving him a little pat. "It was an accident. Not like the big oaf meant any harm. Right, buddy?" She grinned crookedly, tilting her head at the lady across from her.
Maya sighed. The two had obviously meant no harm but... Dragonblessed... Her brother had complained quite frequently about just how full of themselves they were but she'd never experienced it first hand. Most she'd met had been quite nice. "Don't tell me to lighten up! You just destroyed my main source of income! I can't afford to fix that cart AND make rent," she snapped, any of her usual niceties completely gone after the Dragonblessed's flippant remarks. She didn't actually lash out, of course, that would be flat out unwise, but she came close. Another pair came up and started sweeping up the flowers, and she caught something about regrowing them, but she doubted it would work.
Maya sighed. The two had obviously meant no harm but... Dragonblessed... Her brother had complained quite frequently about just how full of themselves they were but she'd never experienced it first hand. Most she'd met had been quite nice. "Don't tell me to lighten up! You just destroyed my main source of income! I can't afford to fix that cart AND make rent," she snapped, any of her usual niceties completely gone after the Dragonblessed's flippant remarks. She didn't actually lash out, of course, that would be flat out unwise, but she came close. Another pair came up and started sweeping up the flowers, and she caught something about regrowing them, but she doubted it would work.
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Blitzkrieg blinked his weary eyes open to bright sunlight, streaming down through the trees he slept under. He had made a hammock for himself a few years ago, when he had first joined the council. Blitz had planted trees for himself to be able to do this– he had very fond memories of sleeping in hammocks, and most of all, enjoyed it.
He then sighed, remembering all the paperwork he had to get done. He honestly hated sitting still, and while he could pay attention when he wanted to, he usually was very reluctant to. Often he daydreamed of... well, sleeping. And sometimes, of Sciaden. More often than he'd like to admit. He wanted to get over the pain of losing them, but he sadly accepted that you just can't get over that pain when you were that close to someone.
Adjusting his hammock, Blitz lay down again, thinking. He had to admit that, at least, it was more interesting than thinking about paperwork, and the amount of it he had to do.
Blitzkrieg blinked his weary eyes open to bright sunlight, streaming down through the trees he slept under. He had made a hammock for himself a few years ago, when he had first joined the council. Blitz had planted trees for himself to be able to do this– he had very fond memories of sleeping in hammocks, and most of all, enjoyed it.
He then sighed, remembering all the paperwork he had to get done. He honestly hated sitting still, and while he could pay attention when he wanted to, he usually was very reluctant to. Often he daydreamed of... well, sleeping. And sometimes, of Sciaden. More often than he'd like to admit. He wanted to get over the pain of losing them, but he sadly accepted that you just can't get over that pain when you were that close to someone.
Adjusting his hammock, Blitz lay down again, thinking. He had to admit that, at least, it was more interesting than thinking about paperwork, and the amount of it he had to do.
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"Okay, go." Tiia commanded, tail curled around a cluster of what once was a bouquet of carnations. Tiia held her breath and watched as Cy stooped down and reached out their hand. Seconds passed.
"I said go." Tiia announced, a little louder this time."You can start-"
Cy's annoyed glance cut her off. "I am trying. This is harder than it looks y'know."
Tiia glanced back up at the florist and the dragon. The owner of the stand was obviously livid, and she she caught a quick glimpse of a figure walking towards the stand. The stranger's presence wasn't exactly unnoticeable-a howling laugh soon filled the relatively quiet street and Tiia glanced down as soon as she saw a pair of legs step right onto the carnations Cy was so desperately trying to grow. Tiia wasn't exactly convinced that regrowing the flowers were possible, especially now that they were ruined even more. Tiia could tell that Cy was especially annoyed, but she gave her companion a concerned look that would hopefully make them rethink whatever angry retort they had in store.
"Okay, go." Tiia commanded, tail curled around a cluster of what once was a bouquet of carnations. Tiia held her breath and watched as Cy stooped down and reached out their hand. Seconds passed.
"I said go." Tiia announced, a little louder this time."You can start-"
Cy's annoyed glance cut her off. "I am trying. This is harder than it looks y'know."
Tiia glanced back up at the florist and the dragon. The owner of the stand was obviously livid, and she she caught a quick glimpse of a figure walking towards the stand. The stranger's presence wasn't exactly unnoticeable-a howling laugh soon filled the relatively quiet street and Tiia glanced down as soon as she saw a pair of legs step right onto the carnations Cy was so desperately trying to grow. Tiia wasn't exactly convinced that regrowing the flowers were possible, especially now that they were ruined even more. Tiia could tell that Cy was especially annoyed, but she gave her companion a concerned look that would hopefully make them rethink whatever angry retort they had in store.
Baansi continued slinking around Central, now choosing to creep into the large Council garden. The sun was streaming down, making it difficult to to stay hidden, so he used his natural stealth to wander. Blitzkreig was asleep, or at least seemed to be, and the dragon grinned. Baansi quietly reached into his satchel, pulling out a poorly-preserved bird carcass, spreading on the soft grass. Muttering, he drew life out of the grass, not killing it (the gardener was always furious), but weakening and yellowing it. The bird jumped to a clunky semi-life, rotting feathers falling off, and exposing a patch of dull, reanimated muscle. The dragon grinned, and made the poor creature take a few clumsy steps, gave it a little more strength and cohesion for flight, and directed the decomposing avian straight to Blitzkreig.
Baansi continued slinking around Central, now choosing to creep into the large Council garden. The sun was streaming down, making it difficult to to stay hidden, so he used his natural stealth to wander. Blitzkreig was asleep, or at least seemed to be, and the dragon grinned. Baansi quietly reached into his satchel, pulling out a poorly-preserved bird carcass, spreading on the soft grass. Muttering, he drew life out of the grass, not killing it (the gardener was always furious), but weakening and yellowing it. The bird jumped to a clunky semi-life, rotting feathers falling off, and exposing a patch of dull, reanimated muscle. The dragon grinned, and made the poor creature take a few clumsy steps, gave it a little more strength and cohesion for flight, and directed the decomposing avian straight to Blitzkreig.
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Charon retreated from the florist's anger, attempting to shrink behind his companion. "Y-yeah, I didn't mean to! I was just..." His eyes skittered over the mess of flower carnage strewn across the ground; at the dragon and human trying to sweep them together. "Here, let me just-" Using his magic, Charon lifted the toppled cart and gently set it down on it's wheels. It sagged a little when he let go, but it was still pushable! Maybe. The flowers were next, floated onto a little heap on top of the cart. "There, see? It's ok." He shook off a few stray petals and avoided the woman's gaze. "It's ok..."
Charon retreated from the florist's anger, attempting to shrink behind his companion. "Y-yeah, I didn't mean to! I was just..." His eyes skittered over the mess of flower carnage strewn across the ground; at the dragon and human trying to sweep them together. "Here, let me just-" Using his magic, Charon lifted the toppled cart and gently set it down on it's wheels. It sagged a little when he let go, but it was still pushable! Maybe. The flowers were next, floated onto a little heap on top of the cart. "There, see? It's ok." He shook off a few stray petals and avoided the woman's gaze. "It's ok..."
