Striker and Eureka "Ooed" and "Ahed" at the selections presented to them. Striker pulled on one sleeve of a tunic. Eureka traced the stitches of another piece with her claws. Striker rubbed the smooth tunic pointed out to her. The sleeves seemed a little long to her. She wiggled her leg for her own clarification. It was nice though. Eureka answered to Yew, to Striker's irk, quickly, "We make weapons!"
Striker, sensing an opportunity, added excitedly, "With Thunder Dust and fire!" She danced slightly in place. She then proceeded to pet the tunic as well. Striker wondered what it was made of. She had heard of one material, sick, that was made out of worms. Striker then wondered if she could eat it. Though, the tailors might not like bites in their clothes.
(What they will probably end up getting)
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(The shades, if you didn't see them)
~~~
Mogi almost rolled his eyes at the pink coatl. He held a claw up in a gesture of affirmation. The other claw was busy with its own little solar system. Mogi eyed it with interest for a second. He, with his free hand, pointed to the chest behind him on the ground. Frost coated the metal lock and trim. Condensation covered the grasses around it. His frills extended as if to say, "There you are." Mogi, almost subconsciously, added small grains of sand into his growing collection of levitating material. Everything was rotating slowly now.
(If Mogi isn't careful, he may end up making a blue marble with little people on it that play pet games with dragons of their own.)
~~~
Skinner had passed a few dragons as she rushed after the bird. She had lost it for a time but had located it along a nearby stretch of sand. She snuck ever so slowly up to it. For having so many eyes, it seemed to have poor sight. Unlike her of course. There could not be a single dragon or creature to scare the bird away before she got it, surely.
Stern, still half asleep wandered through the market. He nodded to a few passing dragons and to his crew as he went. The bird, in the midst of the market, was a little less obnoxious as well. Rorrim waved him by with his tail. He had just served the last of some wine he had 'sampled' extensively and determined that it was a good seller. He still had the case of fruity mead under the shelf that he was tempted to test further. He was still waiting for that bogsneak to return though. A few dragons were on the side of Stern's normally covered eye and seemed a little distracted by it.
Striker and Eureka "Ooed" and "Ahed" at the selections presented to them. Striker pulled on one sleeve of a tunic. Eureka traced the stitches of another piece with her claws. Striker rubbed the smooth tunic pointed out to her. The sleeves seemed a little long to her. She wiggled her leg for her own clarification. It was nice though. Eureka answered to Yew, to Striker's irk, quickly, "We make weapons!"
Striker, sensing an opportunity, added excitedly, "With Thunder Dust and fire!" She danced slightly in place. She then proceeded to pet the tunic as well. Striker wondered what it was made of. She had heard of one material, sick, that was made out of worms. Striker then wondered if she could eat it. Though, the tailors might not like bites in their clothes.
(What they will probably end up getting)
(The shades, if you didn't see them)
~~~
Mogi almost rolled his eyes at the pink coatl. He held a claw up in a gesture of affirmation. The other claw was busy with its own little solar system. Mogi eyed it with interest for a second. He, with his free hand, pointed to the chest behind him on the ground. Frost coated the metal lock and trim. Condensation covered the grasses around it. His frills extended as if to say, "There you are." Mogi, almost subconsciously, added small grains of sand into his growing collection of levitating material. Everything was rotating slowly now.
(If Mogi isn't careful, he may end up making a blue marble with little people on it that play pet games with dragons of their own.)
~~~
Skinner had passed a few dragons as she rushed after the bird. She had lost it for a time but had located it along a nearby stretch of sand. She snuck ever so slowly up to it. For having so many eyes, it seemed to have poor sight. Unlike her of course. There could not be a single dragon or creature to scare the bird away before she got it, surely.
Stern, still half asleep wandered through the market. He nodded to a few passing dragons and to his crew as he went. The bird, in the midst of the market, was a little less obnoxious as well. Rorrim waved him by with his tail. He had just served the last of some wine he had 'sampled' extensively and determined that it was a good seller. He still had the case of fruity mead under the shelf that he was tempted to test further. He was still waiting for that bogsneak to return though. A few dragons were on the side of Stern's normally covered eye and seemed a little distracted by it.
Both tailors goggled at the nocturnes, and in the back Legend tried - and failed - to stifle a laugh at their expressions. "Fire?! Err...I think we have some fireproof materials in stock," Yew said, hastening away from the nocturnes as he went to the shelves that housed the fabrics he'd allowed the clan's mages to "improve" with their spells. He only wished that their effects didn't often include changing the color or texture of the cloth.
"Check for the extras made for the blacksmith and his assistant," Rosa said, reordering all the items the nocturnes had touched and discarded.
"That's obviously what I'm doing," snapped Yew, and Winternight cringed at their constant bickering. Ez had told him that was the way some dragons expressed affection for each other and that his two coworkers actually probably admired each other's abilities even though they fought a lot, but he still hated to hear others argue.
When Rosa had made space on the table, Yew laid out the new garments and accessories. Some of them clearly looked like something a forger or blacksmith would wear - leather aprons and gloves and goggles. Others were drapes of silk, impractical and colorful and yet supposedly fireproof.
***
(Little people, one of whom invents the character of Mogi, so everything is a continuous loop.)
Vespers turned reluctantly from the fae's magical mobile in orbit to inspect the box Eztli seemed so interested in, though even he had to agree that the magic involved in it was impressive. "Good for food storage, do you think?" he asked his fellow leader. He shivered and wrapped his cloak closer.
"If I can tone it down a bit - which I ought to be able to," said Ez, maneuvering around the box to inspect it from all angles (as much as he could without knocking into any of Mogi's other wares). The frosted ground didn't seem to bother him at all, and Vespers recalled that Ez had grown up in the Southern Icefield. As cold as he thought the box was, Ez probably had a different definition of "cold." "I doubt the chefs would appreciate an entirely frozen kitchen, though it would be nice to preserve fish for longer."
Vespers nodded. They had enough mages in the clan, and enough esoteric texts, that it was more than likely that at least one of them could make something similar to the cold box, if pressed, but the scholars and mages on the island tended to get distracted by a myriad of projects, so it was unlikely that they would see such a box any time in the next decade. He turned to the fae. "How much?"
***
A wine-colored coatl approached Rorrim's area. "My mate said you had some good stuff," she said cheerily. "Got anything I could sample?"
A skydancer with a metal leg was jostled by the crowd and accidentally bumped into Stern. "I'm so sorry, I -- oh my, what happened to your eye?! Do you need medical attention?"
Both tailors goggled at the nocturnes, and in the back Legend tried - and failed - to stifle a laugh at their expressions. "Fire?! Err...I think we have some fireproof materials in stock," Yew said, hastening away from the nocturnes as he went to the shelves that housed the fabrics he'd allowed the clan's mages to "improve" with their spells. He only wished that their effects didn't often include changing the color or texture of the cloth.
"Check for the extras made for the blacksmith and his assistant," Rosa said, reordering all the items the nocturnes had touched and discarded.
"That's obviously what I'm doing," snapped Yew, and Winternight cringed at their constant bickering. Ez had told him that was the way some dragons expressed affection for each other and that his two coworkers actually probably admired each other's abilities even though they fought a lot, but he still hated to hear others argue.
When Rosa had made space on the table, Yew laid out the new garments and accessories. Some of them clearly looked like something a forger or blacksmith would wear - leather aprons and gloves and goggles. Others were drapes of silk, impractical and colorful and yet supposedly fireproof.
***
(Little people, one of whom invents the character of Mogi, so everything is a continuous loop.)
Vespers turned reluctantly from the fae's magical mobile in orbit to inspect the box Eztli seemed so interested in, though even he had to agree that the magic involved in it was impressive. "Good for food storage, do you think?" he asked his fellow leader. He shivered and wrapped his cloak closer.
"If I can tone it down a bit - which I ought to be able to," said Ez, maneuvering around the box to inspect it from all angles (as much as he could without knocking into any of Mogi's other wares). The frosted ground didn't seem to bother him at all, and Vespers recalled that Ez had grown up in the Southern Icefield. As cold as he thought the box was, Ez probably had a different definition of "cold." "I doubt the chefs would appreciate an entirely frozen kitchen, though it would be nice to preserve fish for longer."
Vespers nodded. They had enough mages in the clan, and enough esoteric texts, that it was more than likely that at least one of them could make something similar to the cold box, if pressed, but the scholars and mages on the island tended to get distracted by a myriad of projects, so it was unlikely that they would see such a box any time in the next decade. He turned to the fae. "How much?"
***
A wine-colored coatl approached Rorrim's area. "My mate said you had some good stuff," she said cheerily. "Got anything I could sample?"
A skydancer with a metal leg was jostled by the crowd and accidentally bumped into Stern. "I'm so sorry, I -- oh my, what happened to your eye?! Do you need medical attention?"
Striker and Eureka giggled a little at the tailors' reactions. Striker could hear Legend doing so as well. Eureka bounced in continued excitement. Striker tapped her claws quickly. They both watched in renewed awe as the two tailors began looking for more appropriate garbs for the two extra flammable dragons. Eureka recoiled slightly at the squabbling between the tailors though. Striker just wondered if they had any captain hats. When she had asked the captain where he had gotten his, he had said that he had found it. It did not really help though.
Striker's thoughts were interrupted as the tailors began placing different garments on the table. Eureka stepped forward and looked at the various items. She had thin gloves already. Thicker ones may be useful for handling hot materials. The thin ones are better for precise work, though. She wasn't sure what an apron would do. Perhaps for working near the engines. They could certainly use goggles. They never wore any because their vision was very acute and they needed the precision. Suddenly, though, everything seemed a little more dangerous to Eureka. Striker had picked up the silk scarf. She wondered if it was made of bugs. It almost seemed to glow to her eyes. She wondered if it was fireproof.
(What kind of texture change do you think an enchantment would have on silk?)
~~~
(Indeed. The universe is a hologram reality is an illusion buy gold, bye!)
Mogi watched the two coatls converse around the box. The one pink coatl seemed able to resist the cold, given his coat and the element Mogi supposed he was. He couldn't really see his eyes, but his aura had an icy feel. The other dragon was certainly Arcane and shivered slightly at the chest. Mogi wanted to get that box away from himself personally. He was tired of feeling cold for a few days. Mogi watched the two coatls while he fiddled with his little project. He made a few dust motes float around now with the sand. A small breeze blew away some of his collect material though. He sighed.
Mogi looked up at the Arcane Coatl's question. Having no words and knowing that someone would come for the box, Mogi had scrawled the price in white chalk on the side of the chest. The chalk had worn away partially due to the condensation but read. "5000 Golds, 5 Gemstones."
It was a lot for an old box and snow, Mogi thought, but the snow was magic. He guessed that it was probably Eternal Snow. It is sacred or something. Whatever the case, it can certainly be used to keep little faes and food cold.
~~~
Rorrim watched in the corners of his good eyes as dragons came and went from his stand. His eyes caught a shade of purple. He turned thinking that the bogsneak had returned but found the visitor to be a coatl. With a small huff, Rorrim smiled and nodded at the coatl. "But of course." He said in an old tone. He grabbed a small cup that was probably clean and set it on the counter. "Whatcha lookin' for? Sweet, bitter, woody, spicy?" His passion for alcohol was amusing to the few crew members that had remained to lounge about.
~~~
Stern walked without much for a guide. He didn't have anywhere to be, so he just walked. A small metallic creak kept getting to his ear from the dragons around him. He was used to those on the ship though. And then he was jolted by a skydancer. He turned to him with a bit of surprise. He growled slightly at his observation, however. He wondered why others seemed so fixated on his eye. It was an awful thing. "No." He gruffly said and then walked on. He lowered his head so that his hat obscured most of his eye.
~~~
Skinner snuck ever closer to the bird. She wiggled slightly as she jumped at it. She caught it between her front paws. Had she been interested in eating the bird, she would have crushed it, but she didn't want to messy the eyepatch.
Striker and Eureka giggled a little at the tailors' reactions. Striker could hear Legend doing so as well. Eureka bounced in continued excitement. Striker tapped her claws quickly. They both watched in renewed awe as the two tailors began looking for more appropriate garbs for the two extra flammable dragons. Eureka recoiled slightly at the squabbling between the tailors though. Striker just wondered if they had any captain hats. When she had asked the captain where he had gotten his, he had said that he had found it. It did not really help though.
Striker's thoughts were interrupted as the tailors began placing different garments on the table. Eureka stepped forward and looked at the various items. She had thin gloves already. Thicker ones may be useful for handling hot materials. The thin ones are better for precise work, though. She wasn't sure what an apron would do. Perhaps for working near the engines. They could certainly use goggles. They never wore any because their vision was very acute and they needed the precision. Suddenly, though, everything seemed a little more dangerous to Eureka. Striker had picked up the silk scarf. She wondered if it was made of bugs. It almost seemed to glow to her eyes. She wondered if it was fireproof.
(What kind of texture change do you think an enchantment would have on silk?)
~~~
(Indeed. The universe is a hologram reality is an illusion buy gold, bye!)
Mogi watched the two coatls converse around the box. The one pink coatl seemed able to resist the cold, given his coat and the element Mogi supposed he was. He couldn't really see his eyes, but his aura had an icy feel. The other dragon was certainly Arcane and shivered slightly at the chest. Mogi wanted to get that box away from himself personally. He was tired of feeling cold for a few days. Mogi watched the two coatls while he fiddled with his little project. He made a few dust motes float around now with the sand. A small breeze blew away some of his collect material though. He sighed.
Mogi looked up at the Arcane Coatl's question. Having no words and knowing that someone would come for the box, Mogi had scrawled the price in white chalk on the side of the chest. The chalk had worn away partially due to the condensation but read. "5000 Golds, 5 Gemstones."
It was a lot for an old box and snow, Mogi thought, but the snow was magic. He guessed that it was probably Eternal Snow. It is sacred or something. Whatever the case, it can certainly be used to keep little faes and food cold.
~~~
Rorrim watched in the corners of his good eyes as dragons came and went from his stand. His eyes caught a shade of purple. He turned thinking that the bogsneak had returned but found the visitor to be a coatl. With a small huff, Rorrim smiled and nodded at the coatl. "But of course." He said in an old tone. He grabbed a small cup that was probably clean and set it on the counter. "Whatcha lookin' for? Sweet, bitter, woody, spicy?" His passion for alcohol was amusing to the few crew members that had remained to lounge about.
~~~
Stern walked without much for a guide. He didn't have anywhere to be, so he just walked. A small metallic creak kept getting to his ear from the dragons around him. He was used to those on the ship though. And then he was jolted by a skydancer. He turned to him with a bit of surprise. He growled slightly at his observation, however. He wondered why others seemed so fixated on his eye. It was an awful thing. "No." He gruffly said and then walked on. He lowered his head so that his hat obscured most of his eye.
~~~
Skinner snuck ever closer to the bird. She wiggled slightly as she jumped at it. She caught it between her front paws. Had she been interested in eating the bird, she would have crushed it, but she didn't want to messy the eyepatch.
(Depends on the enchantment - it could strengthen it, make it unsnaggable, make it fireproof or much warmer than it looked, etc.)
Eugene wandered into the shop from the back room, smiling and nodding at his coworkers and waving greetings to the nocturnes and Legend with the front limb not holding his pearl, on which was balanced a tricorn hat with an enormous feather. He had apparently been using his pearl as a display dummy while he put the finishing touches on the hat. Across the room, Winternight winced at the thought of using his pearl for such a thing and clutched it closer to him.
The brown and blue pearlcatcher noticed the scarf Striker was eyeing. "Ah, that's a fine one - I wove it myself, and Winter's mate Ez put some nice enchantments on it. Resistant to fire and tearing, almost like armor, but much softer."
***
The two coatl dragons read the price scrawled on the side and held a brief debate in whispered coatl, hums varying in pitch and intensity as each gestured at the box. Finally Vespers looked over at the fae and nodded. "We'll take it." He took out a pouch and counted out some coins and gemstones. "Consider this a deposit. I will come back shortly with the rest. In the meantime, would it be okay if Eztli started carrying it to the inn for storage before we transport it over to the island?"
***
"Spicy, of course!" grinned the coatl. "And strong. Something to make the scales smoke and the feathers curl." She eyed the surrounding dragons, trying to determine if any of them might be up for a drinking game.
***
"Oh. Err. Sorry!" the skydancer called after Stern. He felt guilty for being rude, but he hated seeing anyone in pain if he could help them. He sighed and resumed fighting his way through the crowd to take the herbs he had bought back to his father.
***
A small group of dragons who had already been through the market were heading toward the inn when they caught sight of Skinner and the bird. They nudged each other and exchanged coin, betting on whether or not she would get it. The ones who lost scowled and begrudgingly paid up to those who had bet she could catch it. "Great, now I'm hungry for poultry," said one of them. "Hope they've got chicken or turkey or seagull or something on the menu in the tavern."
(Depends on the enchantment - it could strengthen it, make it unsnaggable, make it fireproof or much warmer than it looked, etc.)
Eugene wandered into the shop from the back room, smiling and nodding at his coworkers and waving greetings to the nocturnes and Legend with the front limb not holding his pearl, on which was balanced a tricorn hat with an enormous feather. He had apparently been using his pearl as a display dummy while he put the finishing touches on the hat. Across the room, Winternight winced at the thought of using his pearl for such a thing and clutched it closer to him.
The brown and blue pearlcatcher noticed the scarf Striker was eyeing. "Ah, that's a fine one - I wove it myself, and Winter's mate Ez put some nice enchantments on it. Resistant to fire and tearing, almost like armor, but much softer."
***
The two coatl dragons read the price scrawled on the side and held a brief debate in whispered coatl, hums varying in pitch and intensity as each gestured at the box. Finally Vespers looked over at the fae and nodded. "We'll take it." He took out a pouch and counted out some coins and gemstones. "Consider this a deposit. I will come back shortly with the rest. In the meantime, would it be okay if Eztli started carrying it to the inn for storage before we transport it over to the island?"
***
"Spicy, of course!" grinned the coatl. "And strong. Something to make the scales smoke and the feathers curl." She eyed the surrounding dragons, trying to determine if any of them might be up for a drinking game.
***
"Oh. Err. Sorry!" the skydancer called after Stern. He felt guilty for being rude, but he hated seeing anyone in pain if he could help them. He sighed and resumed fighting his way through the crowd to take the herbs he had bought back to his father.
***
A small group of dragons who had already been through the market were heading toward the inn when they caught sight of Skinner and the bird. They nudged each other and exchanged coin, betting on whether or not she would get it. The ones who lost scowled and begrudgingly paid up to those who had bet she could catch it. "Great, now I'm hungry for poultry," said one of them. "Hope they've got chicken or turkey or seagull or something on the menu in the tavern."
(Hm. What about the texture? Would it make it rougher, more static, smoother, too smooth?)
Striker waved jubilantly at the newcomer on the scene. Eureka waved a little slower. Striker's eyes caught the hat and she thought aloud, "I wonder if Top got his hat here." It seemed a little too old for that but maybe he had years and years ago.
Upon hearing soft armour, Striker smiled a little. Those words usually don't fit together. Eureka thought that a fireproof scarf would still get stuck on things. Striker wanted to test how fireproof it was. Neither of them remembered who Ez was though. Also to see if it tasted like bugs. Eureka picked up a pair of goggles. Maybe there was one with clear lenses.
~~~
Mogi eyed the bag of wealth for a moment. He graciously took the bag and it turned out to be heavier than he was expecting. Upon hearing that there was more, Mogi blinked rapidly. He hadn't actually expected anybody to buy the box at all really. Mogi nodded in affirmation to the purple coatl's question of course. He hopped down from his perch and pulled a case from underneath the stand. He opened it dragged the payment into it. With a little force, Mogi got the case reclosed. He quickly climbed back up to find his quills all over the counter... again. He went about picking them up again.
~~~
Rorrim smiled a less than full grin. He fumbled sightlessly in the crates of drink and not-so-sure-about-drinking-this for something similar to spicy. His nose caught the familiar acrid stitch of something and he came back up to the counter with a heavy brown bottle. A few of the nearby crew members stopped laughing and one cringed visibly. Even though the customer eyed a challenge at them, a look they had all known and have been known to use, none of the sailors were willing to drink that. Rorrim hadn't even touched it. He knew it would certainly cause something to fall out. Whether that was feathers or teeth was unknown to him.
He found a glass but did not pour a shot. The smell of it alone stung the nose. Rorrim didn't even know where he had gotten it. It had become something of a local legend on the Slattern. It is joked that a drop of whatever was in the bottle was what the engines ran on. "Here yee are." Rorrim offered. "I wouldn't if I were you though." He warned sarcastically.
(I would say that it is like pepper spirits. Really pure alcohol made with some sort of pepper beyond description.)
Stern, keeping his head down, made his way past the jeweler who gave him a passing wave with his tail and the medic tundra who had just sold a jar of something mysterious. It was probably something medical related, or something pickled. It was hard to tell sometimes. The doctor's small smile faded a little when she saw the flicker of Stern's eye. Where had his eyepatch gone off too? She wondered.
~~~
Skinner quickly pulled the eyepatch from the bird's head with only a few scratches on its ugly little head. She cawed back at it rebelliously as it flew off. She looked about but realized that she had ended up quite a distance from where she had started. Now she just had to find the Cap'n. Jogging, Skinner made her way back to the market with the patch bands between her teeth. A slight cackle of excitement escaping her as she neared the crowds. There were too many smells to find the Cap'n here. She would have to look for him.
(Hm. What about the texture? Would it make it rougher, more static, smoother, too smooth?)
Striker waved jubilantly at the newcomer on the scene. Eureka waved a little slower. Striker's eyes caught the hat and she thought aloud, "I wonder if Top got his hat here." It seemed a little too old for that but maybe he had years and years ago.
Upon hearing soft armour, Striker smiled a little. Those words usually don't fit together. Eureka thought that a fireproof scarf would still get stuck on things. Striker wanted to test how fireproof it was. Neither of them remembered who Ez was though. Also to see if it tasted like bugs. Eureka picked up a pair of goggles. Maybe there was one with clear lenses.
~~~
Mogi eyed the bag of wealth for a moment. He graciously took the bag and it turned out to be heavier than he was expecting. Upon hearing that there was more, Mogi blinked rapidly. He hadn't actually expected anybody to buy the box at all really. Mogi nodded in affirmation to the purple coatl's question of course. He hopped down from his perch and pulled a case from underneath the stand. He opened it dragged the payment into it. With a little force, Mogi got the case reclosed. He quickly climbed back up to find his quills all over the counter... again. He went about picking them up again.
~~~
Rorrim smiled a less than full grin. He fumbled sightlessly in the crates of drink and not-so-sure-about-drinking-this for something similar to spicy. His nose caught the familiar acrid stitch of something and he came back up to the counter with a heavy brown bottle. A few of the nearby crew members stopped laughing and one cringed visibly. Even though the customer eyed a challenge at them, a look they had all known and have been known to use, none of the sailors were willing to drink that. Rorrim hadn't even touched it. He knew it would certainly cause something to fall out. Whether that was feathers or teeth was unknown to him.
He found a glass but did not pour a shot. The smell of it alone stung the nose. Rorrim didn't even know where he had gotten it. It had become something of a local legend on the Slattern. It is joked that a drop of whatever was in the bottle was what the engines ran on. "Here yee are." Rorrim offered. "I wouldn't if I were you though." He warned sarcastically.
(I would say that it is like pepper spirits. Really pure alcohol made with some sort of pepper beyond description.)
Stern, keeping his head down, made his way past the jeweler who gave him a passing wave with his tail and the medic tundra who had just sold a jar of something mysterious. It was probably something medical related, or something pickled. It was hard to tell sometimes. The doctor's small smile faded a little when she saw the flicker of Stern's eye. Where had his eyepatch gone off too? She wondered.
~~~
Skinner quickly pulled the eyepatch from the bird's head with only a few scratches on its ugly little head. She cawed back at it rebelliously as it flew off. She looked about but realized that she had ended up quite a distance from where she had started. Now she just had to find the Cap'n. Jogging, Skinner made her way back to the market with the patch bands between her teeth. A slight cackle of excitement escaping her as she neared the crowds. There were too many smells to find the Cap'n here. She would have to look for him.
(If they do it right, hopefully it wouldn't affect the texture! I'm sure accidents have happened, though, in which the color or texture changed and the tailors got upset.)
"Oh, do you like the goggles?" Yew asked, coming forward to rearrange the items on the table so that the goggles were closer to Eureka's reach. "We can exchange the lenses in them, depending on what you need them for - some dragons require different colors or different thicknesses."
Eugene also approached the table and set the hat on it, winked at the nocturnes, and went over to stand by Winternight.
***
Ez wasn't entirely sure, but he thought the fae indicated that it was okay if he started moving the box. He hummed a bit in coatl as he examined it further. Cold magic was something he was quite familiar with, but he didn't want to accidentally break the box through carelessness. He used his claws to trace symbols in the frost covering the box, and it began to levitate in the air. A flick of his tail, and it began to float along beside him as he carefully moved through the crowded market, heading toward the inn.
***
The coatl grinned, red eyes bright, and grabbed the bottle and took a swig directly from it. The red eyes glowed brighter still, and her already shiny scales seemed to shimmer a bit more as the alcohol slid down her long throat. She shook her head as if to clear it, then slammed the bottle back in front of Rorrim and flicked a blister-covered tongue at him. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, eh?" she rasped.
***
The marketplace was getting more crowded now that the shops in town were winding down business for the day and some word had spread magically to nearby clans, inviting them in. Nathaniel had his own methods of spreading information as well. He liked to keep business bustling, even if it brought a slightly more dangerous crowd. Magical lights lit the market, illuminating the stalls and the shoppers. A couple more guards arrived from the island to keep an eye on things.
(If they do it right, hopefully it wouldn't affect the texture! I'm sure accidents have happened, though, in which the color or texture changed and the tailors got upset.)
"Oh, do you like the goggles?" Yew asked, coming forward to rearrange the items on the table so that the goggles were closer to Eureka's reach. "We can exchange the lenses in them, depending on what you need them for - some dragons require different colors or different thicknesses."
Eugene also approached the table and set the hat on it, winked at the nocturnes, and went over to stand by Winternight.
***
Ez wasn't entirely sure, but he thought the fae indicated that it was okay if he started moving the box. He hummed a bit in coatl as he examined it further. Cold magic was something he was quite familiar with, but he didn't want to accidentally break the box through carelessness. He used his claws to trace symbols in the frost covering the box, and it began to levitate in the air. A flick of his tail, and it began to float along beside him as he carefully moved through the crowded market, heading toward the inn.
***
The coatl grinned, red eyes bright, and grabbed the bottle and took a swig directly from it. The red eyes glowed brighter still, and her already shiny scales seemed to shimmer a bit more as the alcohol slid down her long throat. She shook her head as if to clear it, then slammed the bottle back in front of Rorrim and flicked a blister-covered tongue at him. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, eh?" she rasped.
***
The marketplace was getting more crowded now that the shops in town were winding down business for the day and some word had spread magically to nearby clans, inviting them in. Nathaniel had his own methods of spreading information as well. He liked to keep business bustling, even if it brought a slightly more dangerous crowd. Magical lights lit the market, illuminating the stalls and the shoppers. A couple more guards arrived from the island to keep an eye on things.
(Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy!)
(Makes sense to me, probably. I just imagine one of the tailors furious over the texture of a piece of clothing and trying to tear it but getting more frustrated because it was indestructible.)
Striker reached and took the freshly deposited hat quickly. She popped it on her head and awed audibly. Eureka watched a little less excitedly. Eureka glanced at the goggles again. Striker would probably wear them. She would too actually. "What would be good for acid?" Eureka asked while tapping at the lenses. Striker flipped the hat off of her head and replaced it onto the plane with the other pieces of clothing. She picked up a second pair of goggles that lay on the table. She wondered if they would survive bases too.
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(It may be a bit confusing for other dragons since Mogi doesn't talk.)
Mogi watched in interests as the pink coatl simply lifted the box with some scratched runes and got it going. He wished that it came that easy to him. He would have had the heavy stuff unloaded in minutes then. He isn't powerful enough to do that for long if at all though. He'd need a runestone probably. He tapped his little claws on the table and glanced around to see Skinner jog past. The captain must have lost his eyepatch. He wondered when the last time his eye had been checked was. Mogi's little black stone had since lost most of its orbiting material save for a small grain of sand and a little mote of dust. He was growing fond of the little fidgety stone. (Spinner?)
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Rorrim smiled a little at the Coatl's boldness. He wasn't sure if the tongue blisters had been there before though. He was glad to be rid of the bottle, but he felt a small twinge of something. He had had it for a long time after all and it was gone, even if it was vile. "Not necessarily." He whispered. "That one's on the den," Rorrim added casually. The other crew members had a mixture of expressions. A few thought that perhaps it had not been as strong as they had thought, others that the Coatl had no sense of taste... or pain, and another was bored.
Rorrim took the bottle and any remaining liquid, thinking that he could reuse it or keep it as a trophy, and looked back up. "Anythin' else ta wash that down?" He asked a little more enthusiastically. This time, he wasn't willing to give anything for free though. That previous swig couldn't have been given away he thought.
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Stern sat and watched the increasing crowds from one corner of the market. He sat in the shade of something he didn't have much interest in and just watched. His head was turned so that his left eye faced most of the market and his other was mostly unseen in the shadow save for a sanguine glint. Skinner should be along any minute. The other eye tracked along the edge of the market and seemed to look through its inhabitants. He glaced up at the receding sun with his good eye. Nightlife around here might be interesting he thought to himself.
(My idea for the eye is that it was struck with Plague magic when he had found Skinner years ago, and not being a Mage, caused the cells in that specific eye to exude plague magic instead of Arcane magic. It seems to be more perceptive than the other eye but he keeps it covered because a dragon with two coloured eyes, especially Plague, is strange. It might also be light sensitive.)
(Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy!)
(Makes sense to me, probably. I just imagine one of the tailors furious over the texture of a piece of clothing and trying to tear it but getting more frustrated because it was indestructible.)
Striker reached and took the freshly deposited hat quickly. She popped it on her head and awed audibly. Eureka watched a little less excitedly. Eureka glanced at the goggles again. Striker would probably wear them. She would too actually. "What would be good for acid?" Eureka asked while tapping at the lenses. Striker flipped the hat off of her head and replaced it onto the plane with the other pieces of clothing. She picked up a second pair of goggles that lay on the table. She wondered if they would survive bases too.
~~~
(It may be a bit confusing for other dragons since Mogi doesn't talk.)
Mogi watched in interests as the pink coatl simply lifted the box with some scratched runes and got it going. He wished that it came that easy to him. He would have had the heavy stuff unloaded in minutes then. He isn't powerful enough to do that for long if at all though. He'd need a runestone probably. He tapped his little claws on the table and glanced around to see Skinner jog past. The captain must have lost his eyepatch. He wondered when the last time his eye had been checked was. Mogi's little black stone had since lost most of its orbiting material save for a small grain of sand and a little mote of dust. He was growing fond of the little fidgety stone. (Spinner?)
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Rorrim smiled a little at the Coatl's boldness. He wasn't sure if the tongue blisters had been there before though. He was glad to be rid of the bottle, but he felt a small twinge of something. He had had it for a long time after all and it was gone, even if it was vile. "Not necessarily." He whispered. "That one's on the den," Rorrim added casually. The other crew members had a mixture of expressions. A few thought that perhaps it had not been as strong as they had thought, others that the Coatl had no sense of taste... or pain, and another was bored.
Rorrim took the bottle and any remaining liquid, thinking that he could reuse it or keep it as a trophy, and looked back up. "Anythin' else ta wash that down?" He asked a little more enthusiastically. This time, he wasn't willing to give anything for free though. That previous swig couldn't have been given away he thought.
~~~
Stern sat and watched the increasing crowds from one corner of the market. He sat in the shade of something he didn't have much interest in and just watched. His head was turned so that his left eye faced most of the market and his other was mostly unseen in the shadow save for a sanguine glint. Skinner should be along any minute. The other eye tracked along the edge of the market and seemed to look through its inhabitants. He glaced up at the receding sun with his good eye. Nightlife around here might be interesting he thought to himself.
(My idea for the eye is that it was struck with Plague magic when he had found Skinner years ago, and not being a Mage, caused the cells in that specific eye to exude plague magic instead of Arcane magic. It seems to be more perceptive than the other eye but he keeps it covered because a dragon with two coloured eyes, especially Plague, is strange. It might also be light sensitive.)
Yew didn't bat an eye at the question about acids. They'd had enough strange scholarly dragons come through Prufrock to use the library over the years who had had all kinds of odd requests for clothing that was resistant to all sorts of things. Various kinds of acids. Various kinds of magic. Various elements. Various animals. Even resistance to light. They generally made goggles assuming that they would be bought by scientists, alchemists, or those who flew for long periods of time, so a sturdy construction with resistance to not only wear and tear but to a variety of chemicals and goo and ooze and whatnot along with protection from wind and a tint to keep out certain types of light were nearly always included. "Those goggles ought to resist acid quite nicely, along with any chemical accidents that might be encountered." Within reason, he added mentally, though he didn't say it out loud. The nocturnes didn't look entirely reasonable.
***
Ez and Vespers navigated through the crowd as carefully as they could with the large floating magical box. The cold the box was radiating kept most away. Ez seemed untroubled, though Vespers was wrapped in his thick cloak, the feathers on his crest fluffed up more than usual. They got some odd stares, but mostly from outsiders. Those in the clan were used to seeing far stranger things floated around town. Ez left Vespers to explain to the innkeeper what was going on as he carefully navigated the box down into the cellar and gently set it down. Only then did he allow himself to relax. Perhaps he would eat something in the inn before flying back to the island...after he located Winternight.
***
"I'm open to suggestions," the coatl rasped to Rorrim, eyeing the many bottles appraisingly. "I like to try...unusual things. The taste of the clan unfortunately runs toward the more conventional, though I have a few who will join me in being more adventuresome."
***
(That's really neat about the eye! It would certainly be unusual and likely uncomfortable. I could see where it might be sensitive to light as well.
Let me know when you want to start again with the others, or feel free to bring them back into the action whenever.)
Yew didn't bat an eye at the question about acids. They'd had enough strange scholarly dragons come through Prufrock to use the library over the years who had had all kinds of odd requests for clothing that was resistant to all sorts of things. Various kinds of acids. Various kinds of magic. Various elements. Various animals. Even resistance to light. They generally made goggles assuming that they would be bought by scientists, alchemists, or those who flew for long periods of time, so a sturdy construction with resistance to not only wear and tear but to a variety of chemicals and goo and ooze and whatnot along with protection from wind and a tint to keep out certain types of light were nearly always included. "Those goggles ought to resist acid quite nicely, along with any chemical accidents that might be encountered." Within reason, he added mentally, though he didn't say it out loud. The nocturnes didn't look entirely reasonable.
***
Ez and Vespers navigated through the crowd as carefully as they could with the large floating magical box. The cold the box was radiating kept most away. Ez seemed untroubled, though Vespers was wrapped in his thick cloak, the feathers on his crest fluffed up more than usual. They got some odd stares, but mostly from outsiders. Those in the clan were used to seeing far stranger things floated around town. Ez left Vespers to explain to the innkeeper what was going on as he carefully navigated the box down into the cellar and gently set it down. Only then did he allow himself to relax. Perhaps he would eat something in the inn before flying back to the island...after he located Winternight.
***
"I'm open to suggestions," the coatl rasped to Rorrim, eyeing the many bottles appraisingly. "I like to try...unusual things. The taste of the clan unfortunately runs toward the more conventional, though I have a few who will join me in being more adventuresome."
***
(That's really neat about the eye! It would certainly be unusual and likely uncomfortable. I could see where it might be sensitive to light as well.
Let me know when you want to start again with the others, or feel free to bring them back into the action whenever.)
Striker chirped excitedly at the thought of nigh-indestructible goggles. Weaver knows that they do some crazy things, fun things, but crazy nonetheless. Eureka was slightly less obvious with her thoughts though. Eureka had a good idea now of what she was going to get. Striker was pretty much sure. She wondered if they had a box and string she could borrow to present to Eureka. Striker picked at one of her pockets and picked out a small pouch of coins, presumably. Eureka was more deliberate and unbuttoned her pocket to pull her funds out. She probably had just enough for the goggles, however much they were.
~~~
((Perhaps Ez will notice the distinct lack of crickets.))
Stern's left eye strayed to the nearby inn. A flash of pink caught his eye and he turned his head to get a better look What was the coatl's name from that one time? On the beach? Was it Ez, no, Elyta. That sounded right. Stern's stowaway squawked excitedly as it found a small worm crawling near the Tundra's feet. It hopped around the ground, picking at bugs and such. Stern wondered if others were bothered by the gabby bird. Maybe he should name it Mobius. It definitely eats like him. It talks about as loudly too.
Skinner, pushing through the crowd, hissing slightly at a dragon who returned a look of displeasure at her haste. She ran up to Stern with his eyepatch still in her teeth. "Godth ith!" She cheered, muffled by the fabric.
Stern smiled at her efforts. And scooped the cover over his horns and pulled it down over his face with his claws, positioning it carefully with his paws. That used to be really hard. Mobius screeched into Skinner's face who then nearly ate the bird before it fled to Stern's underside. "New pet." He explained. Skinner almost looked disappointed that she couldn't eat it. "Off with you then." Stern shooed with his head and tail. "You've got more exciting things to do than muck around here." He declared jokingly.
Skinner looked at him and replied, "Nae." And that was that.
~~~
Rorrim's tail brushed side to side behind him. "I like this one!" He announced cheerfully. The crew that remained nearby laughed a little at that. Rorrim pondered his calloused mind. He mostly just drank things straight but if the coatl was a little more adventurous than that, he would have to think. He had to work for this one. "Tab?" Rorrim offered.
Rorrim ducked under his counter and found a few bottles that might be mixed to make something extraordinarily flammable. He wondered if he still had that false tooth made of flint that he could spark with the metal one on the top. If he did, then he could do a neat trick. "It's no fun ta drink alone laddy," Rorrim explained as he dug around. "You should go get someone to help you." He wondered who could drink whom under the table.
Striker chirped excitedly at the thought of nigh-indestructible goggles. Weaver knows that they do some crazy things, fun things, but crazy nonetheless. Eureka was slightly less obvious with her thoughts though. Eureka had a good idea now of what she was going to get. Striker was pretty much sure. She wondered if they had a box and string she could borrow to present to Eureka. Striker picked at one of her pockets and picked out a small pouch of coins, presumably. Eureka was more deliberate and unbuttoned her pocket to pull her funds out. She probably had just enough for the goggles, however much they were.
~~~
((Perhaps Ez will notice the distinct lack of crickets.))
Stern's left eye strayed to the nearby inn. A flash of pink caught his eye and he turned his head to get a better look What was the coatl's name from that one time? On the beach? Was it Ez, no, Elyta. That sounded right. Stern's stowaway squawked excitedly as it found a small worm crawling near the Tundra's feet. It hopped around the ground, picking at bugs and such. Stern wondered if others were bothered by the gabby bird. Maybe he should name it Mobius. It definitely eats like him. It talks about as loudly too.
Skinner, pushing through the crowd, hissing slightly at a dragon who returned a look of displeasure at her haste. She ran up to Stern with his eyepatch still in her teeth. "Godth ith!" She cheered, muffled by the fabric.
Stern smiled at her efforts. And scooped the cover over his horns and pulled it down over his face with his claws, positioning it carefully with his paws. That used to be really hard. Mobius screeched into Skinner's face who then nearly ate the bird before it fled to Stern's underside. "New pet." He explained. Skinner almost looked disappointed that she couldn't eat it. "Off with you then." Stern shooed with his head and tail. "You've got more exciting things to do than muck around here." He declared jokingly.
Skinner looked at him and replied, "Nae." And that was that.
~~~
Rorrim's tail brushed side to side behind him. "I like this one!" He announced cheerfully. The crew that remained nearby laughed a little at that. Rorrim pondered his calloused mind. He mostly just drank things straight but if the coatl was a little more adventurous than that, he would have to think. He had to work for this one. "Tab?" Rorrim offered.
Rorrim ducked under his counter and found a few bottles that might be mixed to make something extraordinarily flammable. He wondered if he still had that false tooth made of flint that he could spark with the metal one on the top. If he did, then he could do a neat trick. "It's no fun ta drink alone laddy," Rorrim explained as he dug around. "You should go get someone to help you." He wondered who could drink whom under the table.
