#naganokoe

[old-scalebag]

*Sniff sniff* Excuse me, but you smell of someone I used to know. Are you perhaps part dragon?

Part dragon... That has to be the most underhanded insult Dheginsea has ever heard, but the young lady must be confused. After all, Dheginsea doesn't know who she is nor finds anything familiar about her. Yet to her, he is.

"I am a dragon, like yourself." He says, politely refraining from mentioning her faulty senses. However Dheginsea does takes a small sniff of the air. To double check. But, as his other senses already confirmed, she truly is a total stranger to him. "If I may, who are you, and who is it that I remind you of?"

[amatsuken]

"Say'ri!"

Tiki bounds fowards in a mess of cloaks and ribbons, billowing with excitement. Her friend of today has found herself here, at this monastery of yesterday. She can't help but clas Say'ri's hands in her own, her usual disregard for personal space allowed only by the one.

In truth, there is much more Tiki would say to describe this princess of humans; but she doesn't want to overwhelm her friend. Not when they'd become reunited so randomly. Only a fool would not treasure such a gift.

"Oh Say'ri, what a joy it is to see you in health! I've so missed my dear guardian. Come, there is much to explore here! We will be busy every day."

There are few voices that she will never fail to remember, even if she were to be stripped of everything that made her into the woman she is now. Yen'fay, Mother, Father... and now, the soothing lilt of a tone that belongs to the very person she had been searching for-- it's a movement that requires no thought as she turns to face Tiki, hands already offered to her. She knows how dear the touch of another is to her. How lonely it must have been, the centuries in which she remained alone. Tiki will never face that isolation again for as long as Say'ri lives. "My lady," Her tone remains as even as ever, though the crinkle of her eyes and the slight tilt of her lips says more than words ever could. There is little to be said when nothing she could muster would begin to express the joy she feels in this moment. "It has been far too long." "And as I, you. Pray tell me of your adventures in this land-- I am quite sure you have plenty of tales to regale me with." A light squeeze of the smaller woman's hands follows, along with a downward tilt of her head. "I am ever at your disposal. Where shall we begin?"

[doyouevenliftbrooo]

*Sniff sniff* You smell like sweat.

--?! Etie gently grips the front of her own shirt, tugging it upwards just enough to ... sniff it herself. She can't detect any hint of a scent on it, though, and her expression shifts into a bit of a grimace. "Sweat...? I mean, I have been outside all day. Guess it's time to call it quits and head back to get freshened up. S... Sorry... What a first impression to make."

[yukyunotabibito]

*Sniff sniff* what the *sniff sniff* hold on *sniff sniff* You are a strange one...

Why are you sniffing me?? Girl, there's definitely not anything strange about me. Nothing at all. Shoo, shoo. Go sniff someone else. Please. I'm a perfectly normal person with no secrets whatsoever. Yay.

[spinnerofhope]

omg how are you pink

Well. Grandfather was a white dragon and Grandmother was a red dragon. Who even knows what was going on with my father, Nasir doesn't talk of him and he died when I was a baby so I don't know. I think my mother was also a red dragon?

But you know color theory. White + red = pink.

So I am pink :3

[ulircursed]

Regardless of what side they had scrabbled, Tiki made her way to the medical tent, hoping for a familiar mop of blonde hair. There were few that could say they fought a dragon and lived to tell, and fewer still that had talked face to face with one. She hoped to commend his courage.

"Excuse me," she says, hovering at his bedside. "You put up quite a battle. I cannot believe that you aimed your bow so readily at me!" Her voice echoes with impressed awe. "You're quite the marksman. Tell me, what is your name? I am Tiki, but some call me the Voice of Naga."

He sees the dragon approach from among the crowd, much too close for him to make an escape or indeed, take any action other than sitting ramrod straight in the cot, eyes wide as she comes right to his side, speaking in a voice much too bright, much too... human, when he thinks back to her incredible power on the battlefield.

"Andrei," he answers automatically when asked for his name, only to clench his jaw to muffle a sharp intake of breath at her next words. "Naga, you said..." he repeats, voice hushed and caught between veneration and terror. The dragon that lent power to Saint Heim, granting him the spellbook bearing the divine name of its creator. That this dragon — Tiki — would mention her name so easily, with a title that suggests a deeper connection between them...

"Were you... there, at Dahna?" There had been no records that fully listed the name of the twelve dragons; even one as pious as his father had not known them all. He could well be staring a literal deity of his homeland in the face. Andrei feels a little lightheaded.

[nagaficat]

*Sniff sniff* You... have been blessed by Naga. But, I have never heard of one such as yourself. Prithee, how did you come about her blessing?

She reaches for her forehead. Have her bangs blown to the side? Is her circlet on crooked? But no, everything is in its place. Strange that this woman would know so much about her without seeing the obvious.

"My ancestor, Saint Heim, made a pact with Naga. Her blood has passed down to me through him but...how did you know?"

[heliacalrisings]

[ MULLED WINE ] - Warm red wine spiced to perfection, ideal for staving off winter’s chill.

Two glasses in hand, she looks for a friendly face to share her spoils. Jade eyes spot jade(ish) hair, and Tiki sweeps her dress towards him.

"I am happy to see you here, Ephraim!" She presses one of the drinks into his hands, before waiting on his answer. "Come, won't you trade your bracelet with mine?"

Ephraim's smile broadens into something real when Tiki approaches. It's perhaps the first real one he's held all night, at least so far. "Tiki! I'm glad to see a familiar face." He feels stuffy in these clothes but Tiki appears to move effortlessly. The wine she presses into his hands is accepted gratefully.

"Of course." Ephraim pulls off one of his anchor charms and trades it with her seashell. He follows by raising his glass to hers. "A toast? To friends, both old and new."