@Falconair
"Padfoot! Oh Merlin, come back here!"
The desperate shout echoed down the tunnel, startling a number of dragons gathered around the forge, starring at the strange bottles. A moment later, a large, black wolf came loping out of the tunnel in question, his tongue hanging out, and his eyes sparking with mischief. He slowed to a stop just outside the tunnel entrance, turned and barked, as if encouraging someone else to hurry up. Those watching were not left in suspense as to what was going on long, as a strangely dressed Ridgeback dashed out of the tunnel a moment later, and grabbed the ruff of the wolf's neck, shaking him lightly.
"Padfoot, what do you think you're doing?!" Norberta's hiss was rather loud in the surprised silence. "This is a volcano for Merlin's sake, not a school or a forest, you can't just go rushing off like that--what on Sornieth--" the Ridgeback broke off, staring around her in consternation at the gathered dragons and the Forge, and then yelped in surprise when the wolf barked again, grabbed her paw gently in his teeth, and dragged her forwards.
"I think, dear, he wants you to look at something." An amused voice spoke behind the Ridgeback, as two Snappers emerged from the tunnel as well. The speaker, the female Snapper, studied the Forge for a moment, before a smile crossed her face. "Oh my...Norberta, have you taken a peak at those interesting bottles? They look almost like...glass dragon eggs...with a dragon inside..."
"What?!" Norberta whirled and stared where the Snapper was indicating, noticing for the first time that Padfoot had been dragging her towards a certain point. As she stared at the bottles, the witch's eyes began to gleam. A special dragon egg...with a miniature dragon....Well, alright, they were bottles, not eggs, and that dragon didn't really look much like a Norwegian Ridgeback...but that was what poetic license was for, wasn't it? Absently patting her familiar on the head, Norberta moved closer to the Forge, completely entranced.
Chuckling softly, the female Snapper turned to her companion. "It seems Padfoot was actually listening to that chat among our Clanmates earlier," she observed softly. "What do you say, George, interested in playing for the chance to have a Targaryon dragon of your very own?" Her eyes twinkled as she indicated the sign detailing how to win a bottle.
GeorgeRRMartin studied JKR, his expression speculative. "I wouldn't say no to that, certainly...and I'm sure you would like a "Norbert" to play with...and I notice, my dear, that you just so happen to have a few Embers with you. I wonder if perhaps Padfoot wasn't the only one listening earlier? And if, maybe, the wolf had a little...help in direction?"
JKR smiled, and turned to Fuller. "We'll play for 10 tosses, please." Placing the Embers down on the counter, she raised her voice slightly. "Norberta! Come over here! We'll toss for the bottles, and split the winnings...and perhaps get a little extra meat for Padfoot tonight as well," she added with a grin to the now perfectly placid wolf. "I think he deserves a little reward after all..."
Bolt stared at the bottles, feeling desperation welling up inside him. Oh, how he wanted one of those little dragons! These were even better than that snakes...but he didn't have any Embers left! The naturalist swallowed hard, wishing he had some seeing talent. If only he had held back one Ember a few days ago...
The sound of excited murmuring broke into his misery, and he turned to see what else had happened. He was just in time to see another dragon from his Clan hand her 1 bottle from several days ago to the Guardian managing the Forge. As Bolt watched, puzzled, Furnace put the bottle back near the Forge, and did...something. Bolt couldn't see what it was...but the result was clear. The little fire breathed, grew larger, shifted into a snake, and then grew wings...it was a little dragon! The old bottle's small flame had become a little dragon! Stunned, Humboldtianum grabbed his bottles, staring at them. There was one little snake that seemed a bit weaker, and unhappier, than the others...perhaps...
Bolt carried his 1 bottle over to Furnace, and held it out. "Please, could you try to make this one a dragon, too? I would really LOVE to have one, and I don't have any Embers left." To his relief, the Guardian smiled, and took the bottle without hesitation, placing it near the Forge Fire...
Sending the Embers now! (And hopefully at least 3 bottles ignite...)
(@Canisa -- will need to find this later...)
Quote:
Username: Canisa
Number of Free Tosses (max. 1/day): 1
Tosses Purchased (max. 9/day): 9
Number of Free Tosses (max. 1/day): 1
Tosses Purchased (max. 9/day): 9
"Padfoot! Oh Merlin, come back here!"
The desperate shout echoed down the tunnel, startling a number of dragons gathered around the forge, starring at the strange bottles. A moment later, a large, black wolf came loping out of the tunnel in question, his tongue hanging out, and his eyes sparking with mischief. He slowed to a stop just outside the tunnel entrance, turned and barked, as if encouraging someone else to hurry up. Those watching were not left in suspense as to what was going on long, as a strangely dressed Ridgeback dashed out of the tunnel a moment later, and grabbed the ruff of the wolf's neck, shaking him lightly.
"Padfoot, what do you think you're doing?!" Norberta's hiss was rather loud in the surprised silence. "This is a volcano for Merlin's sake, not a school or a forest, you can't just go rushing off like that--what on Sornieth--" the Ridgeback broke off, staring around her in consternation at the gathered dragons and the Forge, and then yelped in surprise when the wolf barked again, grabbed her paw gently in his teeth, and dragged her forwards.
"I think, dear, he wants you to look at something." An amused voice spoke behind the Ridgeback, as two Snappers emerged from the tunnel as well. The speaker, the female Snapper, studied the Forge for a moment, before a smile crossed her face. "Oh my...Norberta, have you taken a peak at those interesting bottles? They look almost like...glass dragon eggs...with a dragon inside..."
"What?!" Norberta whirled and stared where the Snapper was indicating, noticing for the first time that Padfoot had been dragging her towards a certain point. As she stared at the bottles, the witch's eyes began to gleam. A special dragon egg...with a miniature dragon....Well, alright, they were bottles, not eggs, and that dragon didn't really look much like a Norwegian Ridgeback...but that was what poetic license was for, wasn't it? Absently patting her familiar on the head, Norberta moved closer to the Forge, completely entranced.
Chuckling softly, the female Snapper turned to her companion. "It seems Padfoot was actually listening to that chat among our Clanmates earlier," she observed softly. "What do you say, George, interested in playing for the chance to have a Targaryon dragon of your very own?" Her eyes twinkled as she indicated the sign detailing how to win a bottle.
GeorgeRRMartin studied JKR, his expression speculative. "I wouldn't say no to that, certainly...and I'm sure you would like a "Norbert" to play with...and I notice, my dear, that you just so happen to have a few Embers with you. I wonder if perhaps Padfoot wasn't the only one listening earlier? And if, maybe, the wolf had a little...help in direction?"
JKR smiled, and turned to Fuller. "We'll play for 10 tosses, please." Placing the Embers down on the counter, she raised her voice slightly. "Norberta! Come over here! We'll toss for the bottles, and split the winnings...and perhaps get a little extra meat for Padfoot tonight as well," she added with a grin to the now perfectly placid wolf. "I think he deserves a little reward after all..."
bottle conversion wrote:
Username: Canisa
Tosses to Convert:
--1 from Day 3 (Tues, 8-28)
--1 from Day 4 (Wed, 8-29)
Tosses Converting To: 2 for Day 7 (Sat, 9-1)
Tosses to Convert:
--1 from Day 3 (Tues, 8-28)
--1 from Day 4 (Wed, 8-29)
Tosses Converting To: 2 for Day 7 (Sat, 9-1)
Bolt stared at the bottles, feeling desperation welling up inside him. Oh, how he wanted one of those little dragons! These were even better than that snakes...but he didn't have any Embers left! The naturalist swallowed hard, wishing he had some seeing talent. If only he had held back one Ember a few days ago...
The sound of excited murmuring broke into his misery, and he turned to see what else had happened. He was just in time to see another dragon from his Clan hand her 1 bottle from several days ago to the Guardian managing the Forge. As Bolt watched, puzzled, Furnace put the bottle back near the Forge, and did...something. Bolt couldn't see what it was...but the result was clear. The little fire breathed, grew larger, shifted into a snake, and then grew wings...it was a little dragon! The old bottle's small flame had become a little dragon! Stunned, Humboldtianum grabbed his bottles, staring at them. There was one little snake that seemed a bit weaker, and unhappier, than the others...perhaps...
Bolt carried his 1 bottle over to Furnace, and held it out. "Please, could you try to make this one a dragon, too? I would really LOVE to have one, and I don't have any Embers left." To his relief, the Guardian smiled, and took the bottle without hesitation, placing it near the Forge Fire...
Sending the Embers now! (And hopefully at least 3 bottles ignite...)
(@Canisa -- will need to find this later...)