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Post by Yoshino on May 17, 2024 21:00:03 GMT -6
She'd been hanging around longer than she was used to. She'd become so accustomed to simply moving from one place to another she'd forgotten what it felt like to truly have set down anything resembling what some might call roots. Wanderlust had crept back in eventually though, tales of a far-off land full of great dragons had drawn her curiosity. Her imagination had run a million miles an hour as she dreamt of what she might find. Tales among her people had said that dragons were great and powerful beasts with hoards of glittering treasures, so imagine her surprise when instead of caverns full of gleaming coins and trinkets she was instead met with a bustling city of humans and dragons. Imagine her even greater surprise when she had had a deed to an entire cavern more or less thrust in her hand before she could so much as say hello to the locals.
Before long she had been pushed to the Clutch Temple to meet what was sure to be her first companion. She surveyed the hatchlings present and marveled at their jewel-toned feathers and scales while waiting for the acknowledgement of the caretaker. The one question she had managed to ask before arrival had been about protocol and she had been assured that one would do well to wait for permission.
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Post by NPC on May 27, 2024 21:33:16 GMT -6
Zenjesi - "Good afternoon, traveler," Acethylka said to Zenjesi. She could see that they were wary, not wanting to step fully inside the oasis. This reaction was common, though she could tell that this particular person was unusual. She did not let it change her demeanor, but she was determined to watch them closely, just in case. "Would you like to make a new friend?" Yoshino - Acethylka gently set a very young hatchling down on the ground and whispered some comforting words. When she picked up on someone approaching, she took one last glance to be sure the hatchling was settling in well before hopping over to greet them. Like with all strangers, she carefully vetted this one in her own subtle, silent way. "Greetings," she said. "Can I show you anything?"
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Post by Zenjesi on Jun 3, 2024 16:12:34 GMT -6
It was just as well that they had remained in place; within a moment, they had attracted authoritative attention. A large but elegant adult draconic suddenly pivoted her head to face them and the satyr jumped with surprise. Her figure, perceived out of the corner of their eye and filtered by their anxious tunnel vision had been dismissed as a statue or architectural structure. Alarmed at having been observed without their knowledge by such a sentient and imposing entity, Zenjesi fiddled with their own hands, managing to dip their head in a nonverbal acknowledgement of the greeting.
As the draconic continued, however, the satyr was caught off guard for a second time. "Friend?" they repeated. They had believed something quite rigorous or formal would be expected of them upon arriving in this cavern, and while making a friend was nigh impossible, it was not the verbiage they had anticipated. "May I? How?"
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Post by NPC on Jun 6, 2024 19:26:09 GMT -6
Zenjesi - The large feathers on Acethylka's head moved up and down as if they were breathing. She was trying to get a read on this peculiar humanoid, but she was having trouble. She made a mental note to watch them closely in order to keep the hatchlings safe. "Yes," she said with a nod. Perhaps they were just shy. She hoped so, for the hatchlings' sake. "Come with me, I will show you the way," she said, offering to lead them to where the hatchlings were playing. Once they arrived, she continued, "Approach slowly and the young ones will be more receptive. If you are a bit overwhelmed, perhaps you could step back, and see who would like to approach you."
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Post by Yoshino on Jun 6, 2024 20:20:26 GMT -6
Yoshino bowed deeply to the matron, she couldn't help but let her eyes linger upon the vibrant hues of her hide and wings. She noted how the deep purples and pinks blended seamlessly on her wings and into the blues and green of her hide not unlike morning glories. In another time, another life really, she might have sat and waxed poetic about her and drowned her in praises to garner her favor, but she had the sneaking suspicion that the rookery’s matron was immune to such pleasantries regardless of how true they may be.
“I’m here to try and start a family, dear matron, or rather I suppose I’m here to see which of these beauties counts me as a worthy guardian, maybe someone that I could lull to sleep with my stories of adventure.”
She’d never thought that in her wildest dreams she’d see so many dragons in once place, but the canyon seemed like a place where dreams could become reality. Maybe then, just maybe, she could chase some old dreams that she'd let go of in her youth. The canyon represented something to her that she'd thought she'd forgotten, the allure of not knowing exactly what was going to happen next.
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Post by Silver on Jun 15, 2024 20:52:04 GMT -6
Silver had only been to the Rookery once before, and the enormity of it still surprised them. A peaceful oasis in the middle of the canyon, free for any Draconic to stop and rest. It made them smile to think of all the collective effort that went into the beautiful sanctuary. Draconics were such an inspiring people.
They clutched the note they had been given in their paws, crumpling it significantly. Remembering why they were here made it feel like the weight of the canyon was on their shoulders. They really, really didn't want to screw it up. Everyone trusted them, and frankly, they thought that was a terrible idea.
Silver sought out Acethylka and smiled softly. Being in her presence was comforting, in an odd sort of way. She felt safe, perhaps because their goals were so aligned. They both cared deeply about Draconics and their future as a species. Or so they could presume, given her occupation. They had never really asked.
"Ah, hello, hi, my name, I'm Silver, and I. I would like to meet a Draconic. She asked. Well she wanted me. To come here. Is that okay?"
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Post by NPC on Jul 1, 2024 19:41:56 GMT -6
Yoshino - Acethylka offered a gentle smile. A guardian was something a lot of people came here for, but trying to lull someone to sleep? That indicated quite a bit of care. "Of course. We have plenty of hatchlings here. I'm sure they'd love to hear your tales." She said, gesturing down a particular tunnel. Silver - Acethylka raised her crest feathers in the way a human might raise an eyebrow. She hadn't heard of this but then again, the adults living here all had their own lives by now. She wasn't obligated to keep Acethylka up to date. "Of course, you are more than welcome. The quarters for the grown draconics are just down there." She said, making a gesture with her tail.
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