#ikarosx

[theportaraceli]

who? @ikarosx where? The Silverlands when? Right after the Blighted Dragon Quest

Their journey back to the Silverlands goes quickly, and once there, the unlikely group begins to go on their separate ways. As much as Araceli wants to follow their guidelines and head back to Eterna to fall into her bed and scream into her pillow for the next several days, Mythal’s words keep resonating in her head. She needs to tell someone, someone who knows more of the elvhen beliefs than a faiman that had struggled to gather all the information for herself. Prince Ikaros, then, it’s the best person possible to discuss the matters. So rather than head home after a long day, she steps closer to the elvhen prince and offers him a respectful bow. 

“Might I have a moment of your time?” She asks quietly. “Mythal spoke to me back in the temple, and I want to share what she said.”

[temperednuvi]

who? @ikarosx where? Arvandoril Library

Needless to say, there was only one place Shenuvun could find herself going to after the whole— Let’s call it adventure. — After the whole adventure into the Falon’din library, and back out. The library beckoned, and she would have not been who she is if she had not answered the call. It’s there where she runs into the prince, entirely by coincidence — or perhaps the Weave’s design. She is returning from another journey deep into the Falon’din Hollow’s section — sparse as it is —, when she turns a corner and finds herself in front of the prince. A burst of rapid, and surprised, blinking follows, for she had expected him to be quite literally anywhere else than in the library, but she soon recovers. 

“Greeting, Your Highness,” she offers with a quick bow, hoping that it’s enough, because really, she knows little of how to treat royalty and barely anything worth saying about how to treat nobility. “Do you need help while looking through the books? Or did you want to ask me some questions about our quest? And if not, could I perhaps ask you some questions about what happened before we arrived? I am researching the Hollow right now and anything could prove useful.”

[fharzai]

who?: @ikarosx when?: after the standing stones quest where?: the dream realm

In a hidden grotto of a dreamscape of Gwaern's creation, Fharzai willed fruits to grow off vines for the surprisingly large young dragon to eat. Caimriss had his own offerings, the desire to plant a kiss on the other dragon's head to distill dream essence into him as Fharzai did. Caimriss had no such ability, but Fharzai did find himself chuckling at the attempt. His dragon was learning, another's was growing, and the pattern shifted ever closer to darkness despite the peace in this dream.

That's why Fharzai was here. This wasn't an aimless walk into a new mind, this was an intentional visit. The signs the dream realm provided showed him that within this black dragon, the answers he sought would come. While Gwaern's growth was a curiosity, Fharzai already surmised that it wouldn't be the dragon himself that guided Fharzai's path but the one the dragon had bonded to. The thread that connected the pair was strong, just as strong as the one he shared with Caimriss, so after some time the elvhen finally arrived prompting Fharzai to stand and bow his head slightly. "Hello, traveler," he says formally, hopeful that he chose the right person at the most opportune time. "You and I don't know each other well, but I've had a feeling since we met in Xulnithar that our paths might converge in a major way. I have hope that we can prevent further tragedy because I know this dragon's heart . I come to you not as a druid or as a fellow dragon-touched, I come as a diplomat."