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[katabatiic]

🎨?

hard to miss this one. bigger even than brendan, at least in the vertical direction. could provide physical cover in a pinch, perhaps? [he also thinks the brand-like mark might be a tattoo. noted down the shapes as best as he could, just in case it lines up with an organization's symbol. best he can guess at now is it being an abstract flame or smth. fucked up and connected some of the shapes on his first pass bc of that assumption. lol]

[doyouevenliftbrooo]

🎨

She looks up, craning her neck all the way back. There's no words for how much he towers over her, and there's an audible gulp as she holds up the offering of art to him.

"I... uh... Don't know what you look like without the robe. S-Sorry..."

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[ulircursed]

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"One of the first dragons I'd met in this continent, though it seems that he is much different from those in our lands. I hesitate to say weaker, as his incredible strength was still made plain when we fought together, but... he came so close to defeat. A deity would not have faltered as easily.

Still, he protected us with everything he had, and we were able to emerge victorious, in the end. To have him as an ally in future battles would be nothing less than a great boon."

[stellaventia]

“I see most of your injuries have been taken care off.” Dheginsea comments, sitting down on a nearby crate and allowing that faulty leg of his some rest. He is aware that Nils has not been doing too well since what has occurred at the bridge. Watching him wander about bunker. Even as he had flown the two boys to safety, there was something more to.. this.

But Dheginsea is not here to bring comfort to Nils at this moment or ask him what is wrong. No, he’s here for answers.

Dheginsea raises one hand, a gesture to tell Nils to stop talking. After he would let the boy talk, but right now Dheginsea needed to know two things.

“You should not be able of casting beorc magic.” He says it not as a point of discussion, but as a fact. Cold and harsh. “And why did you not transform?”

Beorc weapons are one thing, but their magic is another. And that magic had been ice. Just ice, for Dheginsea does not recall any sudden change in the wind nor swirls of gust. He does not see any tome on Nils either..

Ice… a foreign magic that is too close in trespassing one of the Goddesses domain; water.

“Sir Dheginsea!” Nils started with relief as he saw the large man. Despite his massive frame, he was surprisingly hard to find.. But even with his injuries, the boy couldn’t help but smile upon seeing him. “It’s a relief to see you. I lost track of you after I fell.. I was really worried, but I’m glad to-!“

Then the man raised his hand, the intent coming through loud and clear. “Oh. Sorry..” He sheepishly said. At first he thought maybe he was in for a scolding, perhaps a check up? Either would’ve been preferable..

To the way his smile fell as the questioning began.

“W-What do you mean..?” He had a look of mild confusion on his face, not completely understanding what the man meant. “I can use magic just fine.. I don’t understand why I wouldn’t..“

“Why did you not transform?”

He fell silent at the question. His blood would’ve ran cold, were it not naturally so. Dheginsea knew. He knew. Why did that scare him?

Up until that point, those that found out only did so when Nils showed it to them.. There was a certain level of control in those situations. But now, someone found out outside of his influence.

He’s a dragon too. He told himself.

He probably sensed it. You could too. He told himself. He tried so hard to rationalize it. There was no reason to freak out. He should answer this normally.

But it went wrong too many times in the past. Kindness turned to distrust and then fear or hate as soon as they saw his eyes, his ears or his teeth. Another dragon should understand this. But then why? Why did Dheginsea’s eyes hold suspicion in them?

“Stop it…” He said after a moment of silence, his voice weak. Then again. Louder, much more emotional. “Stop looking at me like that! Leave me alone!” He wanted to run. Be away from this situation. He knew he was being irrational, yet he couldn’t shake off the terror gripping his heart.

So with as much strength he could muster he attempted to push the man to the side and run away.

[machiot]

@old-scalebag continued from here

Just like that, Marni loses her chance to sneak up on her target. Lord Sombron below, he looks even bigger from the front. Even being lifted up into the air, she barely makes it to eye level! But she isn't one to back down from a challenge.

Unless things aren't in her favor, in which case she will make a tactical retreat. It's called being enterprising.

"? I'm trying to write on your head," Marni says like it's the most obvious thing in the world, waving the marker for emphasis. She thought her intentions were pretty clear here. "Can you stop moving? You're gonna make it hard to write and I'm trying to win a dare here!"

[stellaventia]

Arts and Drafts

Decorations - Tinsel, garlands of popcorn-and-cranberries, and wreaths and cornucopias galore - what’s a party without decorations? Help the hosts with some last minute sprucing up, or make a decoration of your own to liven up your dorm.

@old-scalebag

Nils had just wrapped up a performance, a lively impromptu concert where he played his flute, danced and even sang a little. It was a lot of fun- various people even donated some gold to him! That’ll go into his snack funds, he knew the local butchery would be selling their old cuts for cheap soon…

Looking around for any more fun activities, his eyes settled on what appears to be an arts and crafts table of sorts. Various partygoers were seated, all meticulously stringing, cutting and weaving various festive ornaments. It looked like a fun activity, and many of the people seated there had easy smiles on their faces. At least, most of them. There was one man, a rather imposing figure with a stern expression, looking over the people.

He recognized the man during his performance too- whereas the audience all had varying happy expressions, some even dancing along, he never saw the man crack so much as a smile. Something like that shouldn’t bother him of course, but it did hurt his pride as an entertainer.

To that end he approached the table, curious about the man. “Good evening, sir..! I do hope you’re enjoying the festivities.” He said, his voice having a practiced easygoing tone to it. When he got closer though, he felt it. The aura of a dragon. A powerful one, at that. It was already too late to pull away though. He’d just have to hope that his own draconic energy was weak enough to escape the man’s notice. (And it was quite weak, being both a runt of a dragon and a half-blood would do that to you.)

“I couldn’t help but notice you looking on at the crafting table.. would you perhaps want to partake in the fun? I’m sure it would be an enjoyable time…!” He offered with a smile.

[allyphase]

@old-scalebag

Why'd the academy keep their books on gardening so high up?

She looks up at the book she'd been asked for, hands on her hips. She could drag the ladder over, but that'd take a minute, and...

Someone reached over her head easily, tugging the book down from the shelf.

"Oh-!" Mark accepts the book from him, and gives him a small bow in thanks. "Um, thank you, sir...!"