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Alright y’all, the time has finally come! This blog is going dormant and the new multi-muse blog is finally ready! *Celebration plays in the background*

Because this message is long (and I know some of y’all’s dashes are about to get flooded) everything else will be under the ‘Read More.’ ^_^

#ooc #Moving Day is at Hand

faithfulhound

Life Update

Hey y'all -

I know I haven’t replied to anyone in a very long time. Long even for me. It’s a bit of a story, and still not one I’m sure I’m ready to tell/talk about. Things are hard right now, and they’ve been hard for awhile. And I’ve put off saying anything on my RP blogs because I knew I’d probably have to post stuff in several places and I just wasn’t up for that.

First - I’m not going anywhere. I just needed more time than I thought I would need. I may still need time; I’m not sure. But I’m working to be back here and keep writing with those of you who still want to write with me.

Back when things first started to happen, I wanted to share with my partners why I’d gone abnormally quiet, but the thought of telling everyone individually was numbing, and even the thought of making a post and reblogging it a bunch of places didn’t sit well with me, so I just didn’t do it.

It was that choice to not communicate with y'all that brought me to the realization that I needed to fix how I roleplayed. I recognized that the number of blogs I had was a detriment to my enjoyment of this hobby. I’ve spent so much time jumping from one blog to another to try and keep up with everything that I wasn’t able to stay and enjoy the things my partners were sharing on their own blogs. And when I had things I needed to tell y'all, there wasn’t an efficient way to do it. But I realized I could change that. And I intend to.

I’m making a multi-muse blog. It will house all of the muses I want to keep, and any I might decide to add along the way. It’s about halfway done right now, but I try to work on it a little every day. With over 30 muses to add, the task is definitely a daunting one.

My plan, right now, is this: If we’re currently writing together I’ll follow your blog/blogs with the multimuse as soon as everything is completed. If you’d like to know what the blog is right now and pre-follow, just let me know via IM or Discord. But be aware, part of my preparation involves reblogging things from my old blogs and sometimes it might flood your dash.

For those of you I’m not currently writing with, if you’d like to follow, I’ll make a quick post on most of my old blogs directing you to the new one once it’s ready. There’s no pressure to follow me there, of course. I’m just giving you the option if you enjoy my aesthetic posts, or my writing, or think you might want to write with me at some point in the future. :)

As part of this plan, if I currently owe you a reply, that reply will be posted on the new multimuse when it’s ready. I know that means waiting longer, but I’m worried if I don’t focus on getting this blog done, it never will be. Please be patient with me. 💜 If you owe me a reply, it’s 100% okay to reply like normal to the old blog. Don’t worry about the multimuse right now. I want to make this transition as seamless as possible for my partners. I’m planning to have all of my first replies on the multimuse link back to the old thread in case anyone needs refreshing at any point. None of my old blogs are going anywhere; they just won’t be active blogs anymore. Except for an occasional post, maybe, to remind people where I’ve moved to.

Okay - that’s everything. If you’ve read this far, then thank you. <3 Thank you for your friendship, and your patience, and your understanding. If, for some reason, you feel like this change isn’t something you can work with, that’s okay, too. There won’t be any hard feelings on my part. If you can, please let me know. I’d rather part ways on mutually amicable terms than not know your decision and be left to wonder what happened.

Thank you, again, and I hope to see many of you on my new blog once it’s ready to go.

~ Mira 💜

P.S. I’ll be reblogging this a handful of other places (but not everywhere), so for those of you who follow me across several blogs, I apologize in advance . 💜

#ooc #update

Not As it Appears

inechoingsilence:

“I think that would be wise, on all counts.” Sophia agreed, also taking a closer look around her new living space. “If your hunt is successful, I’d be grateful to take what you can’t use off your hands. Bone, hide, what-have- you. I could skin it for you.” she offered, stopping herself with a faint blush. Wonderful, she was sure Carradoc thought her quite odd at this point. But on the balance of being able to communicate with unborn dragons, was it really so terrible?

Tilting her head to the side, the healer’s face took on an expression of intense concentration. A brow lifted, and she hummed with a nod. “Tomorrow would be good. If the shop is closed for a few days, will anyone have any questions, or come looking for you?”

A part of the dragon marveled at how readily he’d allowed this woman into his life. But she knew of his clutch… sensed them in a way that still made him marvel. Surely his Queen’s spirit had sent her… or someone even more powerful. Carradoc couldn’t explain just how he knew this woman would bring no harm to him or his clutch. It was simply a feeling of ‘rightness’ that seemed to envelop her.

Grinning as Sophia offered to help with his promised kills, the dragon replied, “You are a woman of many talents, it seems. I would welcome your assistance. Normally, I would sell anything I don’t use in town, or use it as fertilizer in the garden, but you’re welcome to whatever is leftover once the meat is carved.” He wanted to ask how she intended to use it, but decided he would discover Sophia’s reasons soon enough.

At her question, Carradoc shook his head. “I often go hunting for myself. A sign on the gate usually suffices to keep curious villagers at bay. I often set up a table of flowers and produce, as well. With my home being on the outskirts of town, it can feel like a wasted trip if someone stops by and I’m not here. So, I set out a variety of things and anyone who comes can take what they like and pay what they can. It works well enough.”

#inechoingsilence #Not As It Appears

Hocus Pocus, Magic Potions || Carradoc x Liv

botanyandbrilliance:

Having received the key to Carradoc’s apartment had been one of those moments where Liv wasn’t quite sure what to say. It obviously meant that he trusted her a great deal, the very act of the giving being oddly intimate. Naturally, not in the way that one would expect the receipt of a key to another’s apartment to be intimate. Usually that was something that came with a more formal sort of “relationship, rather than one that seemed to be more doctor to patient. Even if said patient did allow her access to his rooftop garden.

Over the weeks since he’d given her the key, she’d visited on more than one occasion, enjoying both the greenery and the company. The dragon had proven himself to be just as considerate and charming as he had upon their first meeting. The healer still felt like there were things he wasn’t telling her, at least not completely, but he’d either choose to or not, in his own time. In the meantime, she felt like they’d come to know each other quite well, sharing book recommendations and having discussions about any number of subjects that likely would have bored the socks off just about anyone else out there. The fact that he never seemed to be bored by either her topics of conversation or by her sometimes longer than average silences that rather than feeling awkward simply felt comfortable.

She knocked on the door as she let herself in, poking her head inside the door and calling somewhat gently. “Hello?” Seeing him in the kitchen, she smiled brightly and stepped fully into the apartment, a recyclable shopping bag in her hand. “Oh, good, I see you’re up and about. Of course, considering your door was open, I would think that would be a good thing.” Seeing that he was already starting to make some breakfast preparations, hesitating for a moment before closing the door and moving into the kitchen.

“I brought a few things with me, in addition to your salve. I think I made it properly, but I suppose we’ll really only know for certain once you give a go.” She reached into the bag and pulled free some shiitake mushrooms, green onions, and a very small bunch of cilantro. A little bit went a heck of a long way. The last thing to be pulled out and set down on the counter was a jar that looked to be about the size of a large tub of Vaseline. She looked at it for a moment, before she set it down and slid it over towards him, her eyes moving from the jar to the dragon’s face.

His eyes had the telltale tightness around them of someone who was in pain, but trying to work through it. She didn’t want to let the concern show on her features, but Liv had never been very good at hiding whatever she was feeling. For either better or worse.

Her voice was as gentle as her smile as her head tilted just a bit. “Do you want to give it a go now? I can pick up where you’re leaving off, or help, if you need assistance. Just… let me know what I can do, yeah?”

When he heard Liv call out, the dragon immediately tensed and then had to take a few breaths to convince his muscles to relax. Everything was going to be fine. Liv was an amazing woman, and he had all the faith in the world that she wanted only good things for him… just as he did for her. Their companionship was something he truly cherished. Almost (perhaps) as much as he cherished his clutch. He’d never met a mortal (especially a magic user) who made him feel so at ease - with each visit she brought a comforting warmth to both his mind and heart.

Stopping what he was doing, he moved to greet the wizard, hoping his smile kept at least most of his nerves (and his pain) hidden. “As much as I can be,” came Carradoc’s soft, honest reply. Smiling, he nodded and continued, “Fresh foods are always welcome...“ He trailed off in the middle of what he’d been about to say, eyeing the jar that came out of Liv’s bag last. His next breath shuddered a little, eyes moving carefully between his friend and the salve.

“The dragon’s bane in the salve usually leaves me feeling very lethargic,” he confessed. “I might not be very good company after it’s been applied.” Although for Liv, he would certainly try. “And yes… I will need your help. The scarring is on my back… from one shoulder to the opposite hip. Reaching it on my own isn’t impossible, but it does help to have an extra pair of eyes and hands…” He stuttered to a stop and then quickly continued, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course…” He was all too aware there was a level of intimacy to what he was asking, and making his friend uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do.

#botanyandbrilliance #Hocus Pocus Magic Potions #// I have no good excuse for how long it's been.#I'm so very sorry for making you wait. >.<#I hope my reply is okay...

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 / 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Tagged by: @anedendarkly (Thank you so much!)

Tagging: @inechoingsilence - @botanyandbrilliance - @sundanceofapache (For Chirp, or any muse of your choice. ^_^) - Anyone else who’d like to?

CARRADOC VAUGHN

𝙽𝙾. 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂: Welsh, English

𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴: high / average / deep

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃: yes (It’s a bit hard to place for anyone who’s not familiar with Welsh, but he does have a distinct accent) / no

𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other

𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚂: head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙻𝙰𝚁𝚈: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜

𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: ⬛ ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴: ⬛ ⬛ ⬛ ⬜ ⬜

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈: ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈: ⬛ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜ ⬜

𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘.

arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. fuckface. piss stain. simp. limp dick. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. shitface. shithead. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓.

christ on a bike. christ on a cracker. damn. goddamn. godsdamn. fresh hell. hell. holy shit. jesus. jesus christ. jesus h christ. jesus h. roosevelt christ. lord have mercy. jesus, mary and joseph. sweet jesus. sweet zombie jesus.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓

straightforward or cryptic? finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? formalities or abrasiveness? praise or equivocation? frankness or lies? excessive or minimal hand gestures? name-calling or magnanimity? friendly or blunt nicknames?

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝙳𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (His tone doesn’t have a lot of inflection, and he tends to speak on the softer side. Very mild-mannered.)

𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (While in his store, always - elsewhere? It’s a toss up)

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝚂𝙴 ‘𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙼’ 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴? yes / no (probably not?) / only ironically.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚄𝚂𝙴? but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps / (Depends on the counterpoint needing to be made?)

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂? walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames / (Depends entirely on his familiarity with the person)

𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂? accent / vocabulary (He can be a bit stodgy sometimes - talking like someone twice as old as how he looks) / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

#Muse Meme #Memes

knoxcaulfield:

Hell of a Town ~ Knox & Carradoc

“One more, six faint inklings” he said with a bit more certainty. He was unsure how dragon hereditary and breeding functioned. Was this an uncommon occurrence? Either way, his dragon companion seemed pleased. His words were true. He felt a spark of life in each egg. Faint, but already complex. As each egg was lifted out, he took an extended look at each one’s facet. Focusing on that complex and faint energy, he concluded his examination. He heard the man murmur, trying not to get lost in the whiff of emotions that emanated from him. “You don’t need to thank me. We are friends and I always help my friends.” Turning back to the eggs, he smiled. “Each one is alive. Each one is already so dynamic, I am not sure how long it will take for them to hatch but from what I am sensing, you will have your hands full with little ones.”

With care, the dragon returned the eggs to their nesting spot, a heavy sigh of relief pushing past his lips as he did so. “Alive and dynamic. I couldn’t ask for more…” He looked up at Knox with a grateful smile. “If we knew each other better, I think I would hug you. Words can’t really express how much you’ve given me today. These little ones have been in my care for so long… I’d feared…” Carradoc trailed off with a shake of his head. “But now I have hope again, thanks to you! And not just five, but six! Twins! They’re a rarity among my kind… but I say the more the merrier!” Adjusting the eggs one more time, the dragon sent them back into their hiding place. “Dragons are a dwindling species… for obvious reasons, I suppose. Keeping them safe in today’s world might not be easy once they’ve hatched. But I have to try.”

Moving back towards Knox, Carradoc grinned. “And now to offer my gratitude! Any plant you ever need - any flower, fruit, vegetable, or spice - it’s yours. All you have to do is ask and I can provide. Any time of year. Large quantities might take time, but small batches I can do in less than fifteen minutes. It’s the least I can offer for the peace of mind you’ve given me today. And if there’s ever anything more I can do, please ask. Perhaps there is some way I could assist with your work? Or the work of your spouse?” He considered offering child care… but was worried that might seem like too much. Despite their quick friendship, they really hadn’t known each other all that long, after all.

#knoxcaulfield #Hell of a Town

inechoingsilence:

Not As it Appears

“I have a feeling we will be able to communicate just fine, so I wouldn’t worry too much about that.” Sophia reassured Carradoc. No, her concerns lay with the clutch. Six eggs with seven hatchlings, and she tilted her head as she tried to feel them out.

When would they be coming into the world? The twins were first, they were small but already feisty and fighting for space within their egg. “I would estimate…and keep in mind dragons do as they please even from birth…within three to six months. The twins will arrive first, and their arrival is imminent.”

Glancing up at Carradoc, she smiled softly. “You seem worried. Little beings are handfuls, that is true. But in essence, they all require the same thing, just like all living beings: shelter, food and to know they are cared for. Between the two of us, I believe all will be well.”

She fell quiet, not sure what was to happen next. She should settle in, she supposed, and start learning her way around his home. She’d cook and clean, tend to the shop and garden, and care for his dragons.

And if he allowed it, possibly care for him as well.

“Excited… and worried,” Carradoc admitted with a soft smile. “Dragonlings can indeed be a handful… and getting them to understand the dangers humans often pose isn’t always easy. And since they don’t develop human forms right away, dealing with so many at once could turn into a challenge…” He allowed his worrying to trail off. “But perhaps that’s part of what brought you here. After all, two is certainly better than one. Between us, we should be able to keep them under control, I think.”

Looking thoughtfully around the living space, the dragon tried to mentally consider all of the things he’d need to do in preparation. “If their hatching truly is imminent… I believe I’ll need to go hunting tomorrow. They’ll need fresh meat.” The dragon hummed in more thought. “Perhaps it would be best if I closed the shop for a few days? That will give us time to prepare a proper nesting area in the bedroom, and I can also teach you more about my shop and how I run things…?”

#inechoingsilence #Not As It Appears

botanyandbrilliance:

Hocus Pocus, Magic Potions || Carradoc x Liv

Ah, the pain of being a small business. Thankfully, much of the client base for the shop Liv and her Mum ran were people of the magical community, so keeping up with those demands was less strenuous than if they ran a typical greenhouse. The rest of the plants responded well to magic, therefore keeping up with the mundane clientele was less challenging that it otherwise might be. “I completely understand,” she replied, “and I’m happy to help however I can when needed.”

The more the conversation unfolded, the more she liked the dragon in human form. There was something very soothing about his presence that set her at ease - something that very few people managed to do. He also didn’t seem inclined to eat her, which was brilliant, and he was willing to tell her if she overstepped her bounds. Which was fabulous as well as she wasn’t the most skilled, socially speaking, and had no desire to offend him inadvertently. “It really would make me feel better, if you’d do that. Let me know, I mean. I don’t exactly have the most exciting of social lives, and books can teach you a lot of things, except for how to interact appropriately with real people.That’s something that usually takes putting the books down and going out to actually see people.”

Which was a very uncomfortable thing for her. Books and plants were so much easier. “I’ve really only read about terraforming, but it sounds absolutely fascinating. The few books I’ve read where that concept has been found make it seem like science will find a way to do such a thing not only quickly, but effectively, taking something that would be completely uninhabitable, and turning it all about so that humans could live there. With the way it’s described, I rather think it would take a great deal of magic to even come close to accomplishing the same thing.” She became somewhat pensive as she tapped her lower lip gently, “Though, I suppose if a bunch of wizards all worked together and pooled their magic together…. “ she murmured, then shook her head as if mentally trying to calculate exactly how much energy and willpower that would take. “Or perhaps not,” she finished, half laughing. “At least, not to that extent.”

The dragon in human form was definitely starting to relax more around her as their conversation continued, perhaps more than she realized. As such, his words were slightly unexpected but still rather flattering to her. Liv smiled in reply, and offered a very small shrug. “Look… the thing is… it’s hard to be friends, or anything at all really, with another person if everything is based around shadows, half truths, or flat out lies. I’m not sure about you, but I can’t really associate with a person like that. It just feels unhealthy, and then all the worrying about whether or not they’re going to stab you in the back when you’re not looking. I don’t ever want to be in a position where someone is wondering that about me, or I have to wonder that about them.”

His follow up to her comment about the Snitches, however, had her laughing softly. “I wouldn’t mind at all. That sounds positively delightful. I can make myself free most mornings.”

She listened quietly to the information given regarding the plant, fingers reaching out to touch the miniature sheep gently, absolutely fascinated by it. The sheep portion of the plant ate grass, which meant that the nutrients probably were used by the main plant itself rather than have the animal looking portion leave droppings. “How long does the sheep part usually live, and has there ever been times where a single plant supported two or more of them?”

It was worth asking, even if waking up to a flock of miniature sheep one day would be a very pleasant surprise.

The healer smiled more brightly at that, giving the dragon a decisive nod. “Good. I promise that if I do end up with questions, I will be sure to ask. I would much prefer to get it right than for it to be wrong.” It was still too early to really have said for certain, but Liv had the feeling that she and Carradoc were going to get along rather well. All things considered, he shouldn’t have made her feel nearly as comfortable as he did, but she wasn’t going to argue it. She didn’t connect with a great many people on any sort of level at first meeting, and was truly happy to have found a kindred spirit in the dragon.

“Well, I suppose I should be off then.” She patted the pocket that she’d placed the recipe in with a gentle smile. “You’ve given me something to occupy my spare time with, and I must admit I’m more than a little curious to see how all of these work together.”

Carradoc was… anxious? Yes, that felt like the right word. Not that he had any real reason to be. He’d used this salve many times in the past, and he knew it helped with the day-to-day pain caused by his long-ago injury. In addition, the dragon found himself very comfortable with Liv. She was bright, and warm, and inquisitive - all of which were things he admired. But for some reason, he couldn’t shake the nervous tension as he cleaned his apartment for what might’ve been the fourth or fifth time. Today things were changing. Not in a big way… or in a bad way. However, up until now, their relationship had been one thing, and now it was about to become something different. Soon they would cease to be simply friends enjoying breakfast and gardening tips; instead Liv would become… well, in a way, his savior.

A sharp pain shot from his hip up through his shoulder, and the broom Carradoc was holding crashed to the ground as he let out a sharp hiss. Soon. Soon the pain would be no more than a distant ache. That was all the salve could do, after all. The dragon’s eyes drifted to where his eggs nestled, warm and hidden. What sort of caretaker could he be without the ability to fly? And yet, in these times… would his younglings ever get the chance? Or would they, like him, live most of their lives in human bodies?

With a soft sigh he carefully picked up the broom and set it aside. That was enough cleaning. How about breakfast? He didn’t like to do too much of his cooking before Liv arrived, but he could prep the kitchen and start chopping some of the vegetables for the scramble. Yes, that seemed the best course of action. Cooking always helped to calm his mind. Carradoc wasn’t worried about not hearing Liv’s arrival. The dragon had offered her a key several weeks ago; she could enter through the locked shop and then climb the stairs to his apartment above. That door had been left open, so he might hear her coming up the creaky wooden stairs, but Carradoc had left it open as an invitation, not a precaution. Decision made, the dragon moved into his kitchen and methodically began preparing for the meal he planned to cook them. After all, just because today was going to be marginally different, didn’t mean he couldn’t still be a good host.

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Hell of a Town ~ Knox & Carradoc

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He sensed the hesitant nature of the dragon and understood. This was a big step, one the nephilim had not expected. Following, he watched as the fireplace descended and the metal container appeared. Five eggs, large and beautiful in the light. Knox had never seen such a thing. This was truly a special moment. Taking a breath, he took in the full view. Wondrous.

The last of his kind. The last hope for the dragon’s future. Such a long time to wait. Knox was unsure he could be that patient. “Th-that will be alright. Just enough so I can focus on each one.” Knox crinkled his brow. “Five?” he asked. “I don’t understand, I sense more than that here. Is that right?” Blinking in his confusion, he looked at the first egg. “It…seems okay. Alive. Faint inklings, but if you lift it perhaps I can get a more detailed impression.”

The dragon couldn’t deny the swell of pride he felt as he watched the expressions shift across Knox’s face. His clutch truly was magnificent. Admittedly, his stomach clenched when Knox questioned the number… and then quickly relaxed again when he said he sensed more. “I… more?!” That sent his heart fluttering for entirely different reasons. Twins were rare beyond rare among dragon-kin. Some clans even shunned them as bad omens, but if it was true, Carradoc couldn’t be happier. “That’s wonderful news!” Even better than hearing that Knox did, indeed, sense life inside each one.

One by one, he very gently lifted each egg out of its heated nest, turning them gently in his hands, giving the nephilim time to look each one over. “I… have been waiting for so very long…” he murmured softly to the other man. “Long enough that I’d begun to worry it would never happen… that they’d been damaged somehow…” His voice cracked and the dragon stopped talking to collect himself. “Thank you for doing this… I’ve asked so much of you already…”

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Not As it Appears

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Sophia considered the intended story from all angles and nodded in agreement. “It is close enough to a truth to be remembered, and a lovely story all mortals love to hear.” Once again, she was blushing - she hardly believed he would abuse anything, much less the privilege of being her husband.

“And I will not be the nagging shrew of a wife, constantly hen-pecking.” she offered in return, a tiny smile on her lips. It was good they were on the same page on a good many things, because it would make living together easier. She was very concerned about the dragons - a half dozen dragon hatchlings could hardly be kept quiet for long.

“Carradoc, I trust you to do the right thing, and you’ll need to trust me, as well. I know it’s not easy, after being alone for so long. But the..ah..delivery? It’s due somewhat soon, so the better situated and prepared we are, the better we will be.” she said, giving him a look to insinuate that the delivery was the actual hatching of the eggs.

“Humans do tend towards the romantic, don’t they?” Carradoc agreed, grateful Sophia didn’t seem bothered by what they planned… although from her blush it seemed as if his words had indeed flustered her in some way.

Her next words amused him (as she no doubt intended for them to do, if that smile on her lips was as telling as it seemed.) “I cannot imagine you would be. Although…” And here he offered her a smile in return, “I have lived alone for quite some time, so if anything I do worries or offends, I welcome you to speak to me so that we may come to an understanding.” He certainly didn’t want his new guest thinking he was incapable of decent communication. But it had been only himself for so very long...

Sophia seemed to know his mind in ways that he found didn’t bother him quite as much as they might coming from another. He was going to comment on that when she spoke again of the clutch. His brows rose before a grin broke out on his face. “Soon?!” Then the flicker of a frown. “...All of them?” That might complicate things. Dragonlings didn’t develop their human forms right away, and six all at once could prove to be a handful… especially in a space not intentionally designed for it. He would manage, of course, if they all came at once - they would manage. Perhaps it was time to add a room or two to his humble home. Surely Sophia could manage the shop and garden while he built whatever they needed. She seemed a very capable sort.

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notsocommonnow

Hell of a Town ~ Knox & Carradoc

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knoxcaulfield‌:

Knox was never this trusting when he was younger. He was still raw from his mother’s departure. His self loathing was rampant. Nobody could understand what he was going through. Those wounds still ached now and again but now he wasn’t alone. Through therapy and relationships he had built a world for himself. It was ever expanding, changing. He was glad. This being, dragon, man was becoming a part of it. Despite not knowing him for long, he sensed a kind soul, a caring nature, Knox couldn’t help but want to help him. “As long as they aren’t bunched up, I mean.” he explained. At the other’s hesitation he felt a pang of anxiety. “Of course. I will not tell anyone. I promise.” He placed his hand on his chest to mark his point. “I will do my best to help. Please lead the way.”

Rising from the table, the dragon nodded. “Thank you…” His words were soft, and maybe still a little uncertain. But he needed to know. “Just this way…” His apartment wasn’t very big, and the fireplace was double-sided, serving to heat both his living room and his bedroom. Moving to the softly flickering fire, he opened a hidden panel and pressed a series of buttons. Immediately after, the fire itself began to lower, disappearing to be replaced by a metal container which held five large eggs - each slightly bigger than that of an ostrich. They glittered in shades of bronze, copper, gold and green as the firelight lit them from below.

Carradoc took a small step back, making sure Knox could see. “This… is my clutch. They’re all that remains of my kind. I was entrusted with them many centuries ago. Dragon eggs take a notoriously long time to hatch… however…” He shifted nervously from one foot to another. “They’ve been through so much…” Moving back to the fireplace, the dragon continued, “I can lift them out one at a time? All I need to know is if they’re still…” Carradoc swallowed, unable to say it.

#knoxcaulfield #Hell of a Town #(( So - it’s 100% okay for Knox to say all the eggs are fine.#But you’re welcome to embellish on that #based on what you think Knox might pick up on.#Also - one of the eggs has twins in it.#Which is something Carr doesn’t know.#So that could be a fun thing for Knox to share maybe? :) ))

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Not As it Appears

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“Mmm… a pillow and a blanket might do,” Carr replied. “However, I would be a poor host indeed to offer you so little - especially for a long term arrangement. We will see what can be done. I am not wealthy, but perhaps I can barter with the local carpenter to work something out.”

At her words of thanks, the dragon waved his hand with a chuckle. “It is I who should be thanking you. Doing all that I’ve done alone has been difficult. Having someone to help… to share my burdens and offer friendly companionship… will be most welcome indeed.”

He nodded in agreement when the discussion turned to humans and their fears… their judgments. It was truly a shame they allowed themselves to be so easily controlled by such things. But perhaps it would not always be so. Momentarily putting those thoughts behind him, the dragon said, “I have no doubt having new hands in my gardens will be a boon. Please, enjoy yourself.” He paused and then reconsidered their discussion about humans. “As for our mortal neighbors, we might need to come up with a story that will ease their wagging tongues? You could be my relation perhaps? Or…” He cleared his throat softly, feeling ungentlemanly for even suggesting it. “Or my new bride…?”

“ Perhaps I can assist - I can offer herbal remedies or tisanes to the villagers, to help cover the cost of my stay.” Sophia suggested softly. Her eyes were brighter for being given permission to work in his garden. It was an honor and a privilege, and she was well aware of this.

She immediately blushed at the suggestion of being his bride, but on the surface? It was the perfect solution. An arranged match would explain everything. The truth was the warlock was hardly unattractive, and while Sophia hadn’t been thinking anything along those lines, she couldn’t help it now.

“I think that might be for the best… being your new bride.” she offered quietly, her eyes not quite meeting his. “It would explain a great deal far more easily than a relation. I am unfamiliar with the customs, of course, as I have never been more than hand-fasted. So I would trust you to make sure all appears as it should.”

At this point, she forced her gaze up to meet his, knowing that a bride eventually would have to be able to look at her husband without blushing. Might as well get started now.

Carradoc smiled at her suggestion. “Aye, that might go over very well here. Many of us barter for what we need, but I have no doubt whatever you can make would be welcome.” In truth, the dragon found himself wondering if she might be able to make something for him, as well. But it seemed too soon to ask. Better to let his new guest settle first, before asking for such personal favors.

When Sophia blushed, the dragon instantly felt ashamed for suggesting it. However, before he could apologize, she agreed! He nodded at her reply. “Given that I have never mentioned other kin while living here, I think it would be best. We could say we met on the road… I often travel through the surrounding villages to sell my herbs and produce. You… were passing through with your family and… it was love at first sight?” He was literally making this up as he went. Hopefully no one would care enough to pry too much. “And you have my word, I won’t ever abuse the title. Naturally, in public certain things might be necessary for the illusion, but within these walls, your choices will always be your own.”

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botanyandbrilliance

Hocus Pocus, Magic Potions || Carradoc x Liv

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True, the days of razed villages and kidnapped princesses were pretty far in the past, but one never really knew if perhaps there was something holding over from times gone by that might lead into such activity. Liv only knew that she would really rather not find that out at any point in time, let alone a time where it would be too late to avoid such an eventuality. Giving the dragon a gentle, and somewhat relieve, smile, the healer nodded. “You have no idea how reassuring it is to hear you say that. Though, I do hope if anything arises where I do make you feel uncomfortable, that you’ll mention it, yeah?” His suggestion of taking something meaningful to her was a really good one. She’d need to do a bit of research into the dragon in question to find out what sort of things he liked so that the gift could be not only meaningful to her, but something that he would appreciate. “I will certainly keep that in mind. Thank you for the advice. It is more appreciated than you know.”

Green eyes blinked a couple of times at his revelation. Making the world livable sounded like something along the lines of creation stories. Every religion and people from all over the world seemed to have one, so it didn’t surprise her, per se, that dragons did too. It was, however, something that she found she wanted to know more about. “Making the land livable? Like… ehm… terraforming?”

Science fiction wasn’t at all her favorite genre, but in order to be well read, one had to read things they didn’t always enjoy. There had been many novels and short stories that she’d read that she’d found entertaining, if somewhat far fetched due to her technology killing ability, but terraforming was always something she found the idea of fascinating. That people would go to unlivable planets and turn the atmosphere from something unbreathable to something that would sustain carbon based life, and then make the planet’s surface into a paradise of sorts was an idea that she could get lost in for days. The time it would take with no magic would be incredible, yet, the stories always made it seem like a special pod would be launched into the atmosphere, then magic, of a sort, would happen.

‘Oh, I promise, your secret is quite safe with me. Outside of Mum, I don’t really have anyone to share this with, at least, not many who’d believe me.” Any of the other Council wizards would, but they didn’t have any need to know, so there was no reason to share. Carradoc wasn’t posing any sort of threat to anyone or anything, therefore she didn’t really feel they needed to know. The members of her coven would be interested, but also would probably think the quiet, green thumbed woman was having another of her many flights of fancy. And they didn’t need to know either. Besides that, she understood the whole secrecy thing. “It is nice to be able to share once in a while, isn’t it? With most people, if you tell them you’re a wizard, they assume you’ve got a Harry Potter wand, and play Quidditch on a broom, or some such. In a way, that’s a good thing, because the majority of the population doesn’t really know what we’re about and think we don’t exist. Which is far better than the alternative. But, ti’s really wonderful to be able to enjoy a cup of good tea,” she raised her cup slightly, “with pleasant company who won’t sarcastically ask you if you can catch a Golden Snitch.” She paused a moment, then half smiled, one dark eyebrow raising in askance. “You’re… not going to ask me that… are you?”

Her attention returned to the small lamb attached to the plant while Carradoc spoke of it. Liv’s attention had been diverted, but now that it was back on the creature who was both plant an animal, she wondered if it would show signs of affection like animals, or be more like a plant with the body of an animal. “So… if you can shear the wool, is it like regular wool, and you can make things?” Being so small, the product of said wool would either have to be really small, or the wool would have to be saved up for a bit until there was a sufficient amount to turn into cloth. The fingers of the hand not holding the tea cup strayed up to play with the lamb’s coat. “What does it eat? Is there anything special that I should feed it? And is the body more like meat, or is it vegetable?” Her eyes flickered back up to the dragon, even as a faint blush crept up into her cheeks. “Goddess, I’m asking a ton of question again, aren’t I?” She bit the corner of her lower lip gently, before murmuring, “Sorry….”

Still, the prospect of having a new friend that she could visit and help when it was needed was a wonderful thing! “Brilliant! It sort of sounds as though we’ve got some sort of plan, then, yeah? Perhaps not all the finer details, but I think we’ve got a bit of time before anything needs to be solidified….?” It was half statement, half question. It wasn’t really the busy season for her, yet, but perhaps it was different for the florist?

Carradoc was pleased that Liv seemed so eager to help him when she could. “Whatever you can manage would be a boon. Being such a small establishment, there are times when I have to turn people away… send them to other shops. I don’t like to, but I can only do so much, even with all of my abilities.”

When Liv smiled in relief, the dragon chuckled, nodding at her words. “If it will set your mind at ease, then I give my word. Should you do anything upsetting, I promise to inform you.” Perhaps, he thought, it might bother him if she were to attempt magic upon him without his permission… but Carradoc didn’t think that was likely to be an issue - not with Liv.

As they spoke of his powers, the dragon nodded, his excitement obvious. “Terraforming. Very much like that, yes. We grew plants in abundance - ones which could survive in the harsh environments of the time - and they flourished. Or so the stories go, of course. I have never spoken to an earth dragon old enough to actually remember. But it’s a rather nice idea, do you think?”

He was relieved to hear Liv reiterate her promise to keep what he was a secret. Dragons were coveted for so many reasons - especially now when they’d become so scarce. It was important for him (and for his clutch) to stay as ‘below the radar’ as possible. “It’s nice not to have to hide… or to lie,” Carradoc agreed. “To have someone I can speak to openly, and who will understand.” He listened, chuckling now and then as the woman spoke of her own troubles. “It is wonderful,” he agreed. “And I promise not to ask you about catching Golden Snitches. Although, I might enjoy discussing your take on the books over breakfast one morning?” The dragon did a lot of reading… and not a lot of going out. When he wasn’t working with his plants, he read rather voraciously.

Listening to Liv’s question about her gift, the dragon nodded. “Yes - regular wool that you can make things with… though I’ve been told it’s much finer than actual wool. I believe it can also be used in certain castings and potions. As for food, in the wild, they would eat the surrounding grass. I suppose you could experiment a bit… see if feeding it certain things will have different results in regards to wool texture and color?” He opened his mouth to answer her last question, and then chuckled as Liv apologized. “No need for that. They’re good questions. And certainly not ones I mind answering. As for the flesh… it’s more like a vegetable. They don’t have organs… or bones, for that matter.” He grinned. “They’re a bit of a magical oddity.”

As they spoke of future plans, the dragon nodded, smiling. “We do indeed have time. And if you have any other questions about the creation of the tincture or its ingredients, you’re always welcome to ask. Curiosity and the pursuit of knowledge will never be burdens to me.” Nor, he suspected, would Liv - but the dragon wasn’t quite sure if it would be appropriate to say so. Not yet, at any rate.

#botanyandbrilliance #Hocus Pocus Magic Potions #(( Hmm - the talking has been very fluffy/low key #So I’d be ready for something with more angst #If that’s alright with you?#A lot of this has been focused kind of heavily on Carr #So we can totally have the next bit focus on Liv #and something from her life #If that works okay for you?#^_^ ))

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Flower-shop, Brussels, designed by Paul Hankar, 19th century.

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Hell of a Town ~ Knox & Carradoc

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“I’d like that.” he replied with all a calm look on his face. Inside he was beaming. He was building a friendship with a dragon. How exciting. Now the dragon was beaming at him. His compliment had been greatly received. This halfing was nearly beside himself. A dragon. Trust was something Knox truly cherished. Trust for him had been hard to build with so many broken ones in his life. The shattered trust his mother left him with had been hard to manage, then the two blows with his ex, the mother of his daughter. It was hard not to wall himself off. Slowly, he found people he connected with, slowly, the trust formed. “Thank you” He did not want to rush to judgement,he had to be careful. Hurt of this kind was hard to recover from. “Yes, from one of my favorites.” he added before listening to the dragon’s explanation. “It is like the Force!” he exclaimed before blushing. “The energy that connects all life in the universe. To be able to use it is a gift indeed.” Nodding, Knox sighed. “It was hard at first. I thought I was going crazy. My foster parents didn’t want to hear it and the kids at school teased me. All I could find was some new age books, but its not until I discovered my heritage then I understood a bit.” He hadn’t meant to put his new friend on the spot. He seemed to be floundering and Knox thought it would be best to cut to the point. “Oh” Knox replied his curiosity burgeoning. Maybe it was another dragon. No, he had mentioned he had not interacted with dragons recently. Now he was interested. “Its okay to ask.” “Several someone’s…” he thought for a moment. “That may be tricky, a group can be hard to read at once. I can try, but I must warn you the results could get muddled.”

As the two of them talked, Carradoc was surprised by how quickly he felt at ease with the nephilim. He’d never been overly paranoid, of course. Over the centuries, he’d done a good job of keeping his clutch safe from the wrong sorts of people. And Knox had offered his time (and his considerable power) to increase that safety. Perhaps that was why the dragon felt so few reservations about revealing his secret to him. It also had to do, he was certain, with the fact that Knox was a father himself. Granted, these eggs probably weren’t Carradoc’s specifically. Dragons made no distinctions regarding such things. However, he was certainly their guardian, something he had to believe Knox understood. It connected the two of them - their love for their families and their desire to protect them.

“They… can be separated,” Carr acknowledged, with some reluctance. “But not far… I…” He hesitated. “Perhaps it would be best if I showed you? But please understand… this is something of the utmost secrecy. You mustn’t tell anyone… not even your family.” He was willing to trust Knox, but that couldn’t be extended to anyone else. Not yet. Just his choice to offer the information to a single person was an extreme leap of faith for the dragon. “I… only only wish to know if… if all is well.” He finished vaguely, offering Knox a soft, uncertain smile.

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botanyandbrilliance

Hocus Pocus, Magic Potions || Carradoc x Liv

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Carradoc’s answer made her feel a little bit better, and it really was a fair answer, the more she thought about it. Not all humans were good, and they’d certainly done their fair share of decimating the dragon population over the centuries. The fact that there was one who made himself known at all, and even spoke to the Council was incredible, in and of itself. She could only imagine the stories about humans that the dragons had, and would tell their offspring. They were probably along the lines of the Bogeyman and the different actions that one could take in the event a hostile one was come across.

In those cases, burning and eating was probably a very viable option.

Shaking her head a little, she offered him a small smile in return, though it was easy and relaxed. “No, not at all. In hindsight, it was sort of a silly question as the being I am thinking of has at least some contact with the magical community. That, and I’ve not heard of a princess kidnapping or a village razing in quite some time, so I’m assuming it’s probably safe to seek him out. Is there anything that you’d recommend I take with me, as a sort of…. peace offering?” A food item that they could share, maybe, that would set the tone of peace and conversation. Maybe dragons liked sweets. There were all sorts of baked items she could think of that might be good for a lovely sit down.

The sheer beauty of the greenery had her completely transfixed, to the point that finding words to string together in a coherent sentence was a bit on the difficult side. Thankfully, the conversation involved magic, or she might have been completely unfocused altogether on what it was that the dragon was saying.

“That’s a truly amazing talent to have, you know. I don’t think I’ve yet met a plant that I haven’t had any luck cultivating, but it always takes more than just my being there. There’s always time and effort, and sometimes a little magical encouragement, but just to have things grow and thrive by presence alone is amazing. Half makes me want to take you home and place you permanently in the greenhouse.” Her cheeks colored a bit as she realized how that might have sounded, and she took a quick sip of tea, eyes widening a bit as she looked back to Carradoc. “Not that I would,” she followed up quickly. “Or even try, for that matter. Honestly, I’m very excited to have met you, and to be having this conversation. I don’t….. do people well. Sorry if I’ve made it a bit awkward.”

As she so often did. Things all too often sounded better in her head than they did when she actually said them. “The lamb is beautiful,” she said softly. “Not quite one of a kind, but close. I’m honored that you’ve gifted it to me. Unless it’s got any special care instructions, I should be able to keep it going.”

The biomancer exhaled almost inaudibly in relief that he accepted her offer and also suggested a form of trade in return. Liv wasn’t sure if dragons classified as being part of the fae, but it didn’t hurt to be safe. Accepting something from one of the fae without offering something in return was the quickest way to become beholden to one. And owing favors to one of the fae was dangerous territory to roam into. “Oh, I can only imagine. I’m sure Valentine’s Day, and Mother’s Day, not to mention proms and graduations have got to keep you terribly busy. I’d be delighted to come and help whenever you needed me. My own schedule permitting, naturally.” Those times also tended to be busy for she and her mum, but there was a way to make it work without breaking the Law and altering time. There always was. “I’ve been told I’ve got an excellent eye for color.”

Carradoc chuckled at the mention of kidnapped princesses and razed villages. “I’m guessing that would be a mostly safe assumption. Although some dragons do have… sore spots, so it never hurts to meet one prepared for… miscommunications. And perhaps that’s also my queue to mention I don’t have any. Well… none that I think you’d ever have to worry about.” The only thing Carr would kill someone for these days was if he perceived them to be a genuine threat to his clutch. And he couldn’t imagine Liv ever falling into that category. “Hmm… as for a peace offering,” he continued, “I would suggest something that has value to you. Whether it’s a song you love, or a family recipe, or a favorite plant from your greenhouse. Make it a gift with meaning, and I can guarantee it will be well-received.”

When Liv complimented his abilities, the dragon beamed. “There were stories among my clan that we were among those tasked with making this world livable in the beginning. Whether or not such stories are true… I can no longer say. But it’s a rather nice thought, I think.” He chuckled at the notion of being kidnapped. “Your excitement is refreshing. I’m so used to keeping who and what I am a secret… it’s nice not to have to with someone. Regardless of any perceived awkwardness.” He actually found the woman rather charming.

As they spoke of the vegetable lamb, he smiled. “Mmm… I have no doubt it will thrive under your capable hands. The key is to treat it like both a plant and an animal. It needs sunlight and water at the base, but the animals also need food and water, as well. When the wool grows thick, sheer it as you would a normal lamb. You can typically get three or four full shearings before the lamb’s lifespan comes to an end. It will break away from the stalk naturally and then it can be consumed, or the body buried so that another plant can grow.”

Carradoc was pleased that Liv seemed so eager to help him when she could. “Whatever you can manage would be a boon. Being such a small establishment, there are times when I have to turn people away… send them to other shops. I don’t like to, but I can only do so much, even with all of my abilities.”

#botanyandbrilliance #Hocus Pocus Magic Potions #(( We might be getting close to a time skip?#If you’re feeling the same way #let me know and we can do some plotting #for where we want to go next with things. :)

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