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[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]
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her_imperial_radiance
Elspeth could fly, but declines in favor of climbing up a nearby tree.
nonbird
"I'm certified unsquashable," Lazarus volunteers, "but still not keen to be sat on, I must admit."
He climbs on top of a large rock, which puts him still somewhat lower than dragon eye level but at least farther from anywhere Arianna might reasonably decide to sit.
He climbs on top of a large rock, which puts him still somewhat lower than dragon eye level but at least farther from anywhere Arianna might reasonably decide to sit.
"How," wonders Arianna, "do you get certified unsquashable?"
nonbird
"You get acquainted with a very huggy person whose hugs can squash granite," says Lazarus, "and then magic."
Arianna snorts.
thaumobabble
"Elasirae just got a little bit, is there anything you want while we're here?"
She cranes her head around rapidly to stare at Elasirae.
"Well, it's not our magic," he says, with a shrug that ripples his iridescent black wings. "Of course it doesn't not want to work for dragons; dragons mostly don't exist where it's from."
"Do I want magic," scoffs Arianna. "Of course I want magic! Dragons are the most magic thing in the world but we don't get to keep any of it, it's supremely unfair." She digs her glossy white claws into the ground.
"Well, it's not our magic," he says, with a shrug that ripples his iridescent black wings. "Of course it doesn't not want to work for dragons; dragons mostly don't exist where it's from."
"Do I want magic," scoffs Arianna. "Of course I want magic! Dragons are the most magic thing in the world but we don't get to keep any of it, it's supremely unfair." She digs her glossy white claws into the ground.
thaumobabble
"Okay, but you might have to be a little more specific. Although I guess I could just mint you, you have an alt who's a mint - Elsie, if you would? -"
Arianna grins. A dragon's grin can be somewhat alarming.
"You should definitely mint me."
"You should definitely mint me."
small_magics
"I have some little hesitation on the matter - it is inconvenient to undo and in the right person affords considerable power. Your minted alt is in the employ of one of mine, but I do not know your own plans."
"What plans?" says Arianna. "I'm a dragon. I'm going to... dragon."
small_magics
"Presumably, you will dragon, yes," says Sarion. "The fact that you have a likely potential Bonded wandering about also warrants some caution. One of him works alongside your aforementioned alt and is reasonably harmless. Another has a list of crimes that would be longer than you are even if it were written in fine print. I do not know which sort the local is."
Arianna snorts. "Go bother him about his plans, then. I want minting."
She bounces a little on her four taloned feet. The ground only trembles very slightly.
She bounces a little on her four taloned feet. The ground only trembles very slightly.
thaumobabble
"Your templates are pretty thoroughly paired," Glass says. "If you're saying you can just avoid him, that's going to take more work than it would if he were just some guy, and I'm not sure if it would work anyway even if we wish up a bubble enforcing sufficient distance. Template attractors have produced ridiculous improbabilities before. One person we know spontaneously developed the tendency to uncontrollably teleport between worlds specifically because his template requires its constituents to undergo more suffering than he was going to get where he was from."
"...So you're saying I'm just going to Bond to this guy, and there's nothing I can do about it?" says Arianna, peering suspiciously at Glass. "In that case, definitely go bother him! Bother him right away!"
thaumobabble
"I can't guarantee you are, I just can't promise to keep him out of the way as effectively as I could promise to keep..." She points at a random rock. "That rock, out of the way. Elspeth?"
thinklikethis
The Sandy-elf is sitting on a tree stump with a small piece of wood and a tiny knife, carving something. He doesn't seem to notice Elspeth's arrival at all.
her_imperial_radiance
Elspeth has lots of little tricks. Rather than say something and startle him, she just...
Advertises her presence.
Advertises her presence.
thinklikethis
Intent on his carving, he still doesn't acknowledge her presence. A long thin curl of wood comes away from the piece; he inhales, flicks the shaving off onto the ground, exhales, studies the result, and looks up.
"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."
"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."
her_imperial_radiance
Elspeth grins. "I See you too." (This is who she is and why she's here -)
