Roleplay

[img]https://i.imgur.com/y9qgwcR.png[/img] [center]--------[/center] [center][font=Times New Roman][size=4][color=#0079bf]A[/color]h yes, sleeping arrangements. The younger Skydancer had been going on about that for some time, hadn't she? Well at least it offered a swift conclusion to the night, and Whiteout could think more on the group come morning. Not that he figured he'd be getting much rest in a place like this anyway, even with his own fatigue from the trip just to make it this far. Thinking on it briefly this was likely the first night in a few months now he'd be sleeping under a proper roof again. With any luck in a proper bed too. He'd gotten an alright enough arrangement for who he'd be rooming with. Bazzle the puzzling Wildclaw from arcane, and another member of the ice flight Chengyi. A skydancer with a most uncertain air to him. Certainly like nobody from the Southern Icefiled he'd ever met before, but no more of a threat to himself than anybody else in the group either. Seeing as most everyone else was slowly doing the same Whiteout retreated to his designated room. It started with a struggle to work his gnarlhorns through the doorway, though it felt like more of a nuance difficulty. After all he'd always had issues with them even back home, let alone over the months of traveling the different flights. He actually had more of a conflict with the room itself. After all these rooms were built to at best room two average sized dragons tops. Three may have already been pushing the space let alone having one of them be, well, Whiteout. Not that he could do much about it. From the sounds of it rooms were already a bit limited and he didn't exactly have the treasure to pay for one himself even if they weren't. So with a frown he huddled himself into the furthest corner he could. Usually he'd take the time to record a few notes about the day but now didn't feel like too ideal of a time. Besides even if he couldn't sleep, he'd take whatever rest he could get. He'd simply have to make time for them another night.

Testa didn't comment about Zuri's discomfort, although everyone could have sworn they heard the statue snicker slightly. She politely nodded at Addams suggestion. And when Mistral fell on the floor, she helped her up. "We were just talking. No need to worry." She said. A cheerless bell rang outside. "Gettin' dark." The innkeeper called. Dragon's began to disperse to their rooms. "Well, travelers. It's time for us to head up to our rooms for the night. Oh, a little fun fact. This tavern is one of the most frequented spots for Beastclan attacks, especially at night. Have a pleasant rest!" Testa said cheerfully, then glided up the stairs towards her room, carrying her axolotl statue with her.

Zuri looked sick by now. “G-great.” She gulped, before heading up the stairs to her room. Camper seemed to share Zuri’s concern.

He looked around as Testa left with a smile, the others following not far behind. The other patrons had been slowly filing outside the small bar, and even the bartender had started the used cups idly.

He would have liked to explore the surroundings further— there was a feeling he couldn’t entirely trust, beastclan threat notwithstanding. A serthis could easily crush his hollow bones and they were plentiful in the savannah, he knew, but he had his own strange confidence that it wouldn’t happen. Maybe this wasn’t just an ordinary tavern, maybe the mysterious Veilspun had something to do with it all…

Maybe he was just nervous.

He didn’t like being nervous. The thought had implanted itself seemingly without much interference. Odd; thoughts didn’t come to him in that way.

Well. Surely he couldn’t be that hated a dragon. He got off his seat and followed at a cautious pace the others before finding his own room.

Addams made sure to pay the innkeeper for the extra room before heading back to the room he was sharing with Testa. It probably wouldn’t be too bad of a night, right? He took out a couple lucky coins as he sat on one of the two beds and looked at them.

”Eh, prolly not gonna get attacked, right?” He thought to himself. ”It’d probably be too dark for them to properly execute an attack by now. Then again, it’s not as dark as night here as it is back in the Wood…”

The thought of Beastclans being so close by still worried him, so he carefully took out a small box of matches and relit a couple of the burnt out incense cones around his wreath. “Bet I won’t need to relight these once we get over to Fire’s domain.” he thought with a small chuckle.

“Hope you don’t mind the smoke at all,” He called out to Testa. “The scent helps calm my nerves whenever I try to get ready to sleep. Besides, you probably don’t want your roommate jumping around all night trying to practice some old tricks just because he can’t sleep.” He finished off the sentence with a small chuckle.

They had their rooms at last, thank the Eleven. It had been a long day. Scorpia left her uncomfortable chair at the first opportunity, grabbing her stuff and setting them down by a barely more comfortable bed. First she removed a glass tank filled with scorpions, and fed them with scraps of meat. Hopefully that would be close enough to their normal diet to keep them alive, after the sand-snake she'd tried to preserve had died. They had powerful venom, the best source of it she'd found since leaving the Tangled Wood. Now, if she could only get them to breed? Next were her plant samples, the dust-dry leaves and shrooms from her home and the fresh cuttings from the desert. Nothing new there, but it always good to check. The sun-strike cactus normally needed hours of boiling to become powerful enough to use against vermim, but maybe the toxins would be released if she mixed it with one of a certain category of mushrooms...

Lost in thought, the Skydancer barely noticed the other dragons walking in.