Roleplay

(I'm playing a Nuzlocke with just the dragons in my "Nuzlocke" tab. The other dragons are, lore wise, hibernating in the ruins of the Abbey.)

Snow sang a few breathy notes to her partner as the Shade's tendrils loomed behind them. She'd seen a place to hide from it.

Snag swooped upward, flashing in the sun for a moment, then folded his wings and dove for shelter.

An old reed and stone building, massive and high-walled, stood with open doors in a crevice of the Reedcleft Ascent, a perfect hiding place for two tired dragons.

Snow and Snag darted within, to discover an enormous courtyard, dotted with decaying reedwork buildings, and centered around a huge stone building with closed stone doors.

Snag rushed to the left, passing a collection of out of tune windflutes and half-there windchimes, to hide in what looked like a stable. Snow followed him.

They burrowed under the rotting straw in stalls that might once have been home to centaurs, and waited.

The sky darkened with the Shade's growing presence, but no tendrils reached inside their refuge, and, in time, the heavenly armies beat back the intrusion.

When dawn light the sky Snow crawled out of the stall and shook herself. "We need to find food," she said.

"Yes," Snag said, coming warily out. "There were probably gardens around here somewhere."

The gardens were overrun by moths and birds, but Snag and Snow were able to collect enough to mostly feed their gnawing bellies.

Snow found herself followed by a brilliant blue ragepuff. Eventually she offered it a few seeds, and it came to settle nearby. It screamed a few calls to the skies and settled in silence.

Snag eyed the collection of wax and feathers they'd pulled together from fighting off garden pests.

"Perhaps someone will want these," he said.

"Worth asking Crim the Collector at any rate," Snow said.

"And we can see what Pinkerton gives us," Snag added.

"Yes," Snow agreed. They bundled their collection together as best they could and flew off toward the trading post.

Crim wanted nothing from their haul. but Pinkerton handed over the first thing he touched.

"Thank you," Snag said, backing away before the anti-collector could regret his gift. "A Scholar Stone," he told Snow, showing her.

"We can't use that," she said.

"Someone will want to buy it," Snag said confidently. "Let's set up in the trading post and wait for someone to come by."

The ragepuff shrieked in what might be agreement.

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