So instead of bothering you about space lesbians, how bout some more nosae and anabel
Sounds good to me.
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“YOU GOT HERE HOW?”
Anabel carefully sipped her coffee, not breaking eye contact with the tall, imposing, angry dragon older than time, space, and reality in the body of a man as thin as a pole. “I found an ancient waypoint circle, activated it with what little magics I could at a spiritually significant time, time stopped as everything turned into grains of sand colored gold and silver, two eyes of molten gold peered out from the darkness and turned everything black and purple, and then I appeared in your realm,” she repeated, flatly and more straightforward an explanation than she had given in the past two centuries.
“I GOT THAT,” Keshil roared, taking a moment to straighten his suit and ball his hands into tight fists. “Of course they would send a godling of a shattered world to my domain of all beings in existence, that absolute MOTHER-”
“Passionate blow the winds of a storm long foretold,” Anabel interrupted, hoping to stave off another shout that could rupture her eardrums. “I take you know the perpetrator?”
He snorted, folding his arms and letting out a long and aggravated sigh. “They are…one of my kin, so to speak, one of us who was born past the confines of existence,” he said, sitting down in what could only be described as ‘aggressive’. “They would actually be your equivalent, if on a much grander scale. The dragon who introduced time and sees its ebb and flow to its beginning and its end, Nosae.”
She gave a curt nod, the name itself bringing spiraling images across her vision of a space beyond the world suddenly knowing time. “Then for what reason did they blow me to a realm that none can touch?”
“Presumably you have information I could find valuable,” he muttered, pinching his eyebrows together. “Either now or that by meeting, other events may come to pass that might bear important results.”
“You could also just ask.” A voice echoed through the chamber, walls tumbling away like grains of sand for just a moment as a dragon appeared in the space, scales shining with gold and their eyes burning bright. “Apologies, dearest Anabel, for the diversion in your destination, but you needed attention quicker than even I could hope to explain.”
Though still seated, Anabel gave as deep of a bow as she could. “No harm was intended and no harm was done, but the apology will be accepted.”
“You apologize to the godling but not to me for breaking through the veil?” he asked indignantly, leaping to his feet with eyes burning purple.
“You were not the one pulled through time and space, Keshil,” Nosae replied, the smallest hint of a smile spreading across their snout. “Besides, such intervention brought you a needed source of information and a potential advisor, did it not?”
“YOU COULD’VE ASKED FIRST.”
“And judging from the threads in time, the Lady Anabel would have passed out from blood loss in a quarter of the way through that conversation.”
Keshil inhaled slowly, sinking back into his chair with a glare that could, and likely would, melt steel. “I hate you. So much.”
Anabel bit back a laugh, deciding to take a long draught of coffee.
“But, proper introductions are in order,” the dragon said, kneeling down and leveling their face with Anabel. “I am Nosae, Dragon of Time. A distinct pleasure meeting you.”
She gave another bow, equal parts respectful and familiar. “Though I suspect you already know my path and my past, Lady Alexendra, Guardian of Ayorth,” she replied, the slightest of smiles upon her face.
“I do indeed, but I appreciate the formalities even so.” There was a great shifting of weight, the room seemingly expanding to accommodate the large dragon comfortably in the room. “But, I am not here simply for formalities.”
“I would certainly hope not,” Keshil muttered, turning to Anabel. “So, what do you know that is so important?”
Ever so slowly, Anabel placed her cup onto the table and folded her hands over each other. “I am unsure exactly what a being such as you would find particularly noteworthy about my story.”
“Only one way to find out,” he replied, leaning over just a touch. “Start from the beginning. In the name of all that is good, who and what are you?”
One deep breath in, one deep breath out.
“My name was Alexendra Vinsol, a dusk salan of Zelo, denizen of the world formerly known as Ayorth…before it fell at the hands of one I will not name.”
