Skeleton
(#48241072)
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
Familiar
Renegade Aviar
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.19 m
Wingspan
3.76 m
Weight
406.36 kg
Genetics
Latte
Lionfish
Lionfish
Latte
Noxtide
Noxtide
Antique
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
Skelly
Might be Dead
Stuff:
- Skelly is very thin and frail, to the point where you can easily see her bones in some parts of her body (especially her ribs- those are fully exposed to the elements)
- Flowers and plant life grow from the inside of her chest and on her back, creeping up her neck and jaw for a hauntingly beautiful effect
- She's always tending to her pants and can revive any dead one. It uses up her life force, and given that she's got little of it to begin with, she has to resort to other means in order to regain her energy back.
- Death's Head Stags always seem to flock to her, or places she's been. This just solidifies their (and her) reputation as being bad omens.
- Crowned Bonepriests, Moss-Covered Golems, Regular and Blooming Stranglers are also often seen as being attracted to her presence.
- Her familiar is named Calla, after the calla lilies she grows on her hide.
- Constantly looks tired, as if she hasn't eaten or slept in weeks.
- She's surprisingly friendly and usually means well, but she's also very quiet and tends to scare dragons that don't hear her approach.
- she's a very kind and loving dragon, but often comes across as scary and aloof due to her way of acting. This is only due to her anxiety, as she doesn't often approach people on her own for fear of them shunning her appearance. However there's just something about her that emanates assurance, a sort of shy kindness that's easily overlooked if you don't pay attention. She tries her best to befriend others, and has never yet started any conflict.
- Skelly really likes Bogsneaks and Guardians, and no one knows why
Awakened
Thana
Thana
Akal wrote on 2019-01-06 08:53:29:
- Skeleton becomes easily obsessed with things or people, but also can forget the object of her obsession just as fast.
- Prone to long philosophical monologues, which usually start as ordinary conversations with others, but quickly get derailed.
- She has a persistent cough. Not especially severe, but ever so often she has to hack something out of her lungs.
- Skeleton likes to crack her knuckles, an activity that is distressingly loud. As in "can be heard several rooms away"-loud.
TheatreRaptor wrote on 2019-09-02 15:49:51:
- Skeleton is extremely reclusive, and loves to spend time far away from other members of her clan. She finds their presence tolerable, but feels better alone, creating stories for herself.
- She's an avid gardener, and has a facination with plants. Sometimes she'll steal seeds from other clan members, just to watch them grow. Occasionally, she will practice some simple spells on the plants.
- Her absolute favorite animal are spiders. Should she ever see one in danger, she will not hesitate to scoop it up, and bring it out of harm's way. She admires the art that they create with their webs, and wishes that she could create something as magnificent.
- Along with her name, she has somewhat of a macabre and dark sense of humor. She attempts to make jokes with other members of the clan, but they find them somewhat concerning, and leave her alone. She loves all things spooky!
drawingdeamon wrote on 2019-03-13 12:03:40:
@kyuubird
Your Skeleton..
Would intrigue my Vignette!
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Vignette was almost too wrapped up in analyzing plants for sale to miss the thin Pearlcatcher just out of her sight. She probably would’ve completely missed her if the other didn’t have a sudden coughing fit. Subtly, Vignette glanced over her plant to observe the other dragon in the shop. To another dragon, she might’ve looked alarming, but she looked ethereal to the Bogsneak. At the moment, the dragon was looking at a wilting lily of the valley which seemed to have seen better days. The Pearlcatcher, who looked deathly thin with foliage growing from her back, looked at the price of the plant, sighed, then set it back before moving on.
Vignette waited for her to move to a different section before slipping over to the lily, picking it up, then making her way to the store’s clerk. She bought it without looking at the pricetag. Her sister would certainly chew her out for it later, but she didn’t care.
Once the transaction was done, Vignette picked up the lily and tried her best to casually approach the pearlcatcher. “Um, hey.” The Bogsneak smiled and offered the plant to her. “I saw you looking at this one earlier, and I’m sure you’d be the best dragon to care for it.”
Your Skeleton..
Would intrigue my Vignette!
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Vignette was almost too wrapped up in analyzing plants for sale to miss the thin Pearlcatcher just out of her sight. She probably would’ve completely missed her if the other didn’t have a sudden coughing fit. Subtly, Vignette glanced over her plant to observe the other dragon in the shop. To another dragon, she might’ve looked alarming, but she looked ethereal to the Bogsneak. At the moment, the dragon was looking at a wilting lily of the valley which seemed to have seen better days. The Pearlcatcher, who looked deathly thin with foliage growing from her back, looked at the price of the plant, sighed, then set it back before moving on.
Vignette waited for her to move to a different section before slipping over to the lily, picking it up, then making her way to the store’s clerk. She bought it without looking at the pricetag. Her sister would certainly chew her out for it later, but she didn’t care.
Once the transaction was done, Vignette picked up the lily and tried her best to casually approach the pearlcatcher. “Um, hey.” The Bogsneak smiled and offered the plant to her. “I saw you looking at this one earlier, and I’m sure you’d be the best dragon to care for it.”
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@KyuuBird
Thank you for being patient, love! I hope you find this worth the wait! :>
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The Bogsneak's paws churned the sun-warmed water easily and rhythmically, and she praised the Mother of Light for its stillness. Without the constant chopping of waves it was significantly easier to wind through the currents by sound and by the feeling of ripples against her hide--when she couldn't focus, Diomedes found herself bumping into stray clusters of coral or worse yet, other dragons.
She could smell the creeping of the Southern tides today, with their icy little undercurrents winding through the tropical waters of her home. As of late the shifts in the tides was taking its toll on the life of the shoreline shrubbery. Dio was no botanist, but she knew the scrubby little plants hated the cold in the dead of summer as much as she did.
Dio's paws met sandy bottom, and she heaved herself ashore; not entirely sure which island she'd beached herself upon, but relieved nonetheless. She shook the water from her fins, flaring them against the gentle breeze and shuddering from the chill. The seaweed beneath her paws was, as she expected, crunchy and bordering on lifeless. She sighed sadly, leaning down to nuzzle at the small plants with her delicate snout. Her isolation from others in her clan was voluntary--even if she couldn't see them, the burning of her clanmates' stares did grow on her after enough of it. She knew that despite the years between now and when she was revived, her body still spoke in grisly-looking scars and exposed bone--she hated it.
Her quiet contemplation, however, was interrupted quite suddenly--the barest whisper of paws in sand and the tingle of magic in the air sent the Bogsneak into a defensive position. She flared up her frills, as she knew there was no hope in attempting to hide her dark body against the pale sand. To her surprise, however...there was no hesitance, no quiet wash of alertness in the air. Dio remained braced, drawing in a deep breath...there was the cold smokiness of the crags clinging to the stranger's hide, run through with the sweet, gentle smell of rot and flowers. A deep, muggy forest wrought with mystery--Dio had picked the scent up from both plagueborn and natureborn dragons, but never with this strength. It bordered on cloying, almost thick enough in the air to be overbearing. But this stranger's scent stayed on the edge, remaining pleasantly floral.
From the weight behind the footsteps, Dio guessed that it was either a Pearlcatcher or a Nocturne--there was no telltale rustle of Tundra fur, nor the slithering sounds of her own breed. Regardless, this dragon...was still approaching her. Perhaps they could not see either...?
Dio remained frozen up until the moment a pair of bony paws scrabbled over her lowered neck, and she let out a yelp. The stranger keeled over backwards with a similar shocked noise, rolling over and hopping back onto her feet. There was no aggression, only surprise, and Dio could not help but tilt her head in confusion.
"You didn't see me?"
"I--ah, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" Dio could hear her floundering, shuffling her paws and wings, shrinking in on herself. The other dragon seemed small, with a melodic (if not a little raspy) voice that spoke nothing of intimidation.
"No, no worries..." the Bogsneak replied, straightening herself up a bit and raising a paw. "Ahaha. It's only that I am usually the one doing the bumping, not the other way around." She offered what she hoped was a friendly smile, flinching internally at the image of bony, snarling teeth she thought she wore.
The other dragon seemed more fazed by the surprise interaction than anything related to Dio's appearance, but the Bogsneak did feel a store wandering across her scales. Interesting. Perhaps she is Plagueborn after all, and well-acquainted with rot and ruin? She said nothing, however--Dio heard her tail rustle over the sand, shivering slightly in trepidation.
"You...don't smell familiar." Dio broke the silence unsurely, keeping her crests lowered amicably. "And you smell...nothing like the Sea. What are you doing here?"
The other dragon coughed a bit, appearing to choke on her words a bit before continuing slowly. "I...keep a small garden, and wanted to. Represent the Sea in it; I have no aquatic plants. I don't...tend to agree with seawater." She chuckled wryly, and Dio's eyes narrowed behind her blindfold in confusion.
"Why not?"
The was a beat of silence, and the other dragon spoke slowly. "I mean...look at me."
"I can't."
"You...oh! Oh. That makes sense!" Her voice was...relieved? Dio blinked, settling her body into the sand. Perhaps she's like me...? A bit scared to see others. Or be seen. "I have flowers, uh...growing. On me. In me?" Immediately, vines winding around delicate bones and scales blossomed in Dio's mind, and she smiled.
"That sounds beautiful, my friend."
"Your fr...I. I dunno, it's a little weird, ah...my name is Skeleton. For a reason." Her voice was quick and whispery and nervous, and Dio craned her neck forward both to hear the other better and to express her own intrigue. Skeleton.
"I take it you're a little like me?" Diomedes gestured to her bony muzzle, and the ragged tears in the skin at her neck. "I was revived, but my body didn't quite get the memo, aheh."
"I didn't notice." The other's tone was sincere. And Dio felt sparks of warmth go skittering between her exposed ribs, swelling like sunlight in her chest.
"Would...would you like to walk with me, Skeleton? I'm not an expert on plants by any means, but...maybe I could show you around and help you find some species you like," she murmured, rising to her paws and ducking her head as if to avoid eye contact. "My name is Diomedes."
Thank you for being patient, love! I hope you find this worth the wait! :>
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The quiet and gentle Diomedes...
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...takes a liking to your Skeleton!
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The Bogsneak's paws churned the sun-warmed water easily and rhythmically, and she praised the Mother of Light for its stillness. Without the constant chopping of waves it was significantly easier to wind through the currents by sound and by the feeling of ripples against her hide--when she couldn't focus, Diomedes found herself bumping into stray clusters of coral or worse yet, other dragons.
She could smell the creeping of the Southern tides today, with their icy little undercurrents winding through the tropical waters of her home. As of late the shifts in the tides was taking its toll on the life of the shoreline shrubbery. Dio was no botanist, but she knew the scrubby little plants hated the cold in the dead of summer as much as she did.
Dio's paws met sandy bottom, and she heaved herself ashore; not entirely sure which island she'd beached herself upon, but relieved nonetheless. She shook the water from her fins, flaring them against the gentle breeze and shuddering from the chill. The seaweed beneath her paws was, as she expected, crunchy and bordering on lifeless. She sighed sadly, leaning down to nuzzle at the small plants with her delicate snout. Her isolation from others in her clan was voluntary--even if she couldn't see them, the burning of her clanmates' stares did grow on her after enough of it. She knew that despite the years between now and when she was revived, her body still spoke in grisly-looking scars and exposed bone--she hated it.
Her quiet contemplation, however, was interrupted quite suddenly--the barest whisper of paws in sand and the tingle of magic in the air sent the Bogsneak into a defensive position. She flared up her frills, as she knew there was no hope in attempting to hide her dark body against the pale sand. To her surprise, however...there was no hesitance, no quiet wash of alertness in the air. Dio remained braced, drawing in a deep breath...there was the cold smokiness of the crags clinging to the stranger's hide, run through with the sweet, gentle smell of rot and flowers. A deep, muggy forest wrought with mystery--Dio had picked the scent up from both plagueborn and natureborn dragons, but never with this strength. It bordered on cloying, almost thick enough in the air to be overbearing. But this stranger's scent stayed on the edge, remaining pleasantly floral.
From the weight behind the footsteps, Dio guessed that it was either a Pearlcatcher or a Nocturne--there was no telltale rustle of Tundra fur, nor the slithering sounds of her own breed. Regardless, this dragon...was still approaching her. Perhaps they could not see either...?
Dio remained frozen up until the moment a pair of bony paws scrabbled over her lowered neck, and she let out a yelp. The stranger keeled over backwards with a similar shocked noise, rolling over and hopping back onto her feet. There was no aggression, only surprise, and Dio could not help but tilt her head in confusion.
"You didn't see me?"
"I--ah, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" Dio could hear her floundering, shuffling her paws and wings, shrinking in on herself. The other dragon seemed small, with a melodic (if not a little raspy) voice that spoke nothing of intimidation.
"No, no worries..." the Bogsneak replied, straightening herself up a bit and raising a paw. "Ahaha. It's only that I am usually the one doing the bumping, not the other way around." She offered what she hoped was a friendly smile, flinching internally at the image of bony, snarling teeth she thought she wore.
The other dragon seemed more fazed by the surprise interaction than anything related to Dio's appearance, but the Bogsneak did feel a store wandering across her scales. Interesting. Perhaps she is Plagueborn after all, and well-acquainted with rot and ruin? She said nothing, however--Dio heard her tail rustle over the sand, shivering slightly in trepidation.
"You...don't smell familiar." Dio broke the silence unsurely, keeping her crests lowered amicably. "And you smell...nothing like the Sea. What are you doing here?"
The other dragon coughed a bit, appearing to choke on her words a bit before continuing slowly. "I...keep a small garden, and wanted to. Represent the Sea in it; I have no aquatic plants. I don't...tend to agree with seawater." She chuckled wryly, and Dio's eyes narrowed behind her blindfold in confusion.
"Why not?"
The was a beat of silence, and the other dragon spoke slowly. "I mean...look at me."
"I can't."
"You...oh! Oh. That makes sense!" Her voice was...relieved? Dio blinked, settling her body into the sand. Perhaps she's like me...? A bit scared to see others. Or be seen. "I have flowers, uh...growing. On me. In me?" Immediately, vines winding around delicate bones and scales blossomed in Dio's mind, and she smiled.
"That sounds beautiful, my friend."
"Your fr...I. I dunno, it's a little weird, ah...my name is Skeleton. For a reason." Her voice was quick and whispery and nervous, and Dio craned her neck forward both to hear the other better and to express her own intrigue. Skeleton.
"I take it you're a little like me?" Diomedes gestured to her bony muzzle, and the ragged tears in the skin at her neck. "I was revived, but my body didn't quite get the memo, aheh."
"I didn't notice." The other's tone was sincere. And Dio felt sparks of warmth go skittering between her exposed ribs, swelling like sunlight in her chest.
"Would...would you like to walk with me, Skeleton? I'm not an expert on plants by any means, but...maybe I could show you around and help you find some species you like," she murmured, rising to her paws and ducking her head as if to avoid eye contact. "My name is Diomedes."
CyclopSeeker wrote on 2019-10-02 11:31:30:
Elderith finds Skeleton or Skelly, quite stunning.
Among their travels, Elderith had always stopped to smell the flowers from each rest stop the caravan would make. And if it had any type of vegetation near by, she would stop to collect. A large Imperial hunched down to smell each flower, and collect it gently by claw-.
But looking up from her gathering, that's when she saw beauty itself. Fragile yet bountiful. Death..yet life. Something Elderith was quite often associated with herself. And something that intrigued her the most with. Her head would tilt to the side, skimming over the growth of how flora spread across her frame like ivy. It was.. memorizing.
Curse her shy nature. She wanted to approach, tell that dragon that their lively hood.. or deathly hood, was a beauty on the next level. She kept her head low, yet for her size..she could be easily noticed. Watching the head stags flutter around her and the garden of wildflowers.
Elderith took a chance, slowly walking over with her mane draping all the way to the ground. Following her like a veil of a swamp. A soft yellow fog castes around her due to all the flowers that grew on herself. As they chimed a soft melody each time the imperial would take a step.
When she was practically above the smaller dragon, Elderith bowed her head. Okay..she got this far..
..A quote, her favorite quote. She should use it. Elderith looked towards the Death' head stags. And cleared her throat.
"Death is a name..for beauty not in use.." Her eyes shifted towards Skeleton. Her mane covering the most part of her face.
"But beauty seems to surround you.. and yourself as well.."
SilverSilver wrote on 2019-07-10 12:01:23:
One of my dragon's first impressions of yours
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“Oh, you have known death, but not quite like me - you have made yourself comfortable in its bones. I do not think she has seen me, this Pearlcatcher, so intent as she is on her flowers. No worries; today I am just a tumbleweed traveler, and you are a ghost in these woods. So this is the reason for all of the Death’s Head Stags - they draw to her as a flame, murmuring her name into the silence. You, too, welcome the silence as an old friend, hold her hand and draw her close. Yes, in another time I would have stopped to speak with you, but my bounty calls, and time moves on for us all - and I cannot grant more to anyone, especially one whose time stopped long ago.” |
16-3-2019
The trees above Skeleton's head were glimmering with stars, which was slightly confusing, as the Pearlcatcher swore that it was day mere moments ago.
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"...Excuse me, are you lost?" |
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"...The inn is just nearby. If you wish, you can stay there for a while. It's very easy to get lost when the fog in the woods is so hazy." |
17-3-2019
Skeleton took some time exploring the inn after her arrival. She took note of the small, wooden fences made with Starwood trees that appear to shimmer as she walked past, and the swaying willow that was planted near the center of the inn where the other dragons residing in the inn sometimes congregated. Skeleton only watched from afar. She didn't want to scare anyone with her temperance.
The caretakers of the inn seemed kind enough, though Skeleton felt slightly bad that she managed to startle one of the Skydancers so much she dropped everything she had been holding. She did thank Skeleton when the Pearcatcher helped her clean up the mess, but left nervously soon after.
Perhaps it was better if she just stayed put for now.
18-3-2019
Skeleton woke up to a tugging at her neck wrap. Cracking open one of her eyes, she quickly caught the culprit.
...A hatchling?
Realizing it had been caught, the hatchling yelped. Leaping backwards, it quickly scrambled out of the room before Skeleton could even ask what it was doing. By the time Skeleton reached the doorway and peaked outside, the hatchling was nowhere to be found.
Curious. Skeleton never noticed there were children living in the in before. Where were their parents?
19-3-2019
The moment Skeleton began keeping an eye on any hatchlings around the inn, she actually discovered a surprising number of them. Most of the hatchlings appeared timid, and kept out of the way of adult dragons, preferring to congregate around the dim, inconspicuous hallway at the side of the inn rather than the willow tree at the center. Curious, Skeleton followed the hatchlings and found a handful of them circling around a male Guardian.
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"...Oh, hello. I don't believe I've seen you before. Are you new here?" |
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"...Skeleton, is it? It's nice to meet you. I'm Yukro. I look after the hatchlings in the inn. They don't tend to disturb anyone, but if one of them happens to give you trouble, just take them back here to me. I know they can be quite a handful sometimes." |
20-3-2019
Perhaps recognizing her from her conversation with Yukro, the hatchlings in the inn seemed to have warmed up to her almost instantly. Skeleton was a bit nervous around the little ones, though she was happy that they weren't completely terrified of her. Not wanting the hatchlings to accidentally wander off to where they weren't supposed to, Skeleton decided to return the hatchlings to Yukro. The Guardian looked slightly surprised to see her.
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"Hello again. Are the little ones giving you trouble?" |
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"Ah. Is that so? In that case, I must thank you for bringing them back. They're all so energetic that I sometimes loose track of some of them despite myself. Here, please take this. It's the least I can do to thank you." |
21-3-2019
After Skeleton's previous encounters with the hatchlings in the inn, the little ones seemed to have recognized her as a potential playmate. She was nudged awake again by several of the hatchlings she found yesterday. One of the hatchlings walked forth, asking her to play with them. They quickly decided that Skeleton would be "it", while the rest of them hid all around the inn, and before Skeleton could react, all of them swiftly scurried out of the room.
Skeleton sighed to herself, slightly bemused. If anything, the hatchlings were definitely well taken care of, if their seemingly endless energy was anything to go by. She stepped out of the inn room in search for the little ones.
22-3-2019
Yukro found her wandering around the inn in search for the hatchlings several hours later. The Guardian seemed surprised to see her, which Skeleton chalked up to her not usually being cooped up in her inn room so far into her stay.
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"You seem to be looking for something. Are you lost? Do you need help?" |
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"So, they did that, huh? Don't worry. I know where they are." |
23-3-2019
The hiding hatchlings were all quickly found soon after with Yukro's help; There was one that had hidden among the flower bushes in the garden, one that had somehow managed to climb on top of the willow tree in the center of the inn, and several that had managed to sneak into an unoccupied inn room. It seems the Guardian was really familiar with the hatchlings.
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"They've pulled this on me several times before. They probably thought it would be funny to do the same to you, seeing as you're a new face around here." |
24-3-2019
After several more days spent with the hatchlings, Skeleton had finally asked Yukro about where the little ones had come from- She hadn't seen any other dragons could be the parents of these hatchlings. Had they ended up at the inn in a similar way to how she had?
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"Ah. I see your concern- It would be quite worrying if these hatchlings had wandered up to our doorsteps, lost, but I assure you, this is not the case. They actually came from some of our previous residents." |
The guardian didn't seem to have an answer for this, and Skeleton was left wondering what ended up happening to the parents of these hatchlings, and where they were now.
25-3-2019
Though the hatchlings didn't appear bothered by the lack of parental figures other than Yukro, they seemed to be quite curious about the world outside of the inn. Skeleton happened to overhear one of them going on and on about castles mixed with strange machinery hidden in the sky.
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"Few hatchlings end up staying at our inn. They leave tend to leave the inn and Starwood Strand altogether shortly after they mature. It's natural that they should be curious about what happens outside these walls." |
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"...Perhaps you can tell them something about what lies without the inn?" |
26-3-2019
Skeleton noticed that Yukro seemed a bit… distracted the following day. Concerned, the Pearlcatcher asked if he was alright.
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“Oh… No, nothing is wrong. The Inn Keeper has just been bugging me about some of the more… administrative work regarding the inn…” |
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“No. Nothing serious. Just extremely tedious, as most administrative work is.” |
27-3-2019
When Skeleton visited the nursery today, she was surprised when Yukro was nowhere to be found. Instead, tending to the hatchlings was a young Skydancer. Skeleton was a bit hesitant to enter at first, though the other dragon nodded to her once she realized Skeleton had been standing in the doorway.
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“Hello- Skeleton, is it? My name is Mei- Yukro told me you might be dropping by.” |
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“Yukro’s helping Lana with some of the paperwork for the inn. He told me you might visit before he left.” |
28-3-2019
Skeleton wasn’t sure how to approach Mei at first; She wasn’t as well-acquainted with the SkyDancer as she had been with Yurko, so she spent most of the first few days of their interactions just watching the other dragon entertain the hatchlings and ask her probing questions. Like what the SkyDancer did around the inn, for example.
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29-3-2019
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“Are you afraid of the hatchlings?” |
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“You seem a bit timid around the little ones. Is something he matter?” |
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“Then it’s alright to be a bit more open with the little ones. They seem to like you quite a lot already. There’s no need to be scared that you might startle them.” |
30-3-2019
One of the hatchlings was crying- It was one of the younger of the bunch, newly hatched. It seemed convinced that there was some sort of “Moon Wolf” out to get it, and despite Skeleton’s and Mei’s attempts at telling it that no such creature existed, the hatchling was insistent. It would not sleep until the “Moon Wolf” had left it alone.
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“Oh dear… This is troublesome…” |
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“I believe I have an idea. Will you help me?” |
31-3-2019
Once most of the hatchling have been put to sleep, Mei assured the younger, disturbed hatchling that she would have a talk with the “Moon Wolf” and make sure it would leave the hatchling alone. The hatchling settled uncomfortable into sleep, and Mei motioned for Skeleton to follow.
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“We can’t convince the hatchling that the “Moon Wolf” would leave it be… But we can make it think it has.” |
1-4-2019
The hatchling still hadn’t slept a wink since it had convinced itself of the existence of the “Moon Wolf”. Mei consoled it gently, saying that she’ll have a talk with the strange creature tonight. When night fell, and the rest of the hatchlings were asleep, Mei asked Skeleton to stay with the troubled hatchling, before slipping out of the nursery quietly. Concerned, the hatchling asked if the SkyDancer would be alright, and Skeleton reassured it that everything will be fine.
After a while, Skeleton heard a distant, enchanted voice, and the PearlCatcher recognized it to be the same song Mei often sang to the hatchlings before they would sleep. The hatchling appeared to have caught onto it as well, poking its head up wearily.
When the song was finished, there was another period of silence, before Mei entered the nursery once more. The SkyDancer told the hatchling she had indeed saw the “Moon Wolf”, though it did not mean the hatchling any harm; Instead, it was merely curious of the strange songs that it sometimes heard coming from the nursery, and wanted to hear it as well. Once Mei had sang her song for it, the “Moon Wolf” had left, satisfied.
2-4-2019
With Skeleton’s help in convincing it, the hatchling had slept until morning. Though it still seemed to believe the existence of the “Moon Wolf”, the hatchling was no longer terrified of the possibility of being eaten by such a creature anymore. Though she was slightly impressed, Skeleton still asked Mei why she had done what she did- They both knew that no such creature existed, after all.
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“They’ll figure it out for themselves as they grow older. For now, there’s no need to convince them that their fears are unjustified.” |
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“I must thank you for helping me calm the hatchling, though. Please, take this as a thank you gift from me.” |
3-4-2019
Skeleton found Yukro in the nursery along with Mei this time. She turned to Yukro, surprised. This meant the Guardian had probably finished whatever administrative work that was needed for the inn, right?
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“Ah- Hello, Skeleton. I hadn’t meant to disappear without notice, but Lana had made it seem like it was so urgent. I hope you and Mei got along?” |
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“Well, I’m glad that’s the case. I would feel quite bad about leaving without telling you otherwise.” |
4-4-2019
Skeleton was approached by Mei the next day. The Skydancer seemed concerned when she asked the PearlCatcher to follow her. When they reached the inn’s entrance, however, Skeleton realized what Mei had meant. There appeared to be a small herd of Death’s Head Stags wandering around the inn’s entrance.
Skeleton explained that the stags tend to gather at places where she had been. Mei seemed disappointed after the explanation.
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| “Normally, nothing from the outside world be able to reach the inn- Nothing living, anyways. Strange things tend to happen when it’s time for one of the dragons to leave. Sometimes, it’s the mist in the woods retreating suddenly, other times…” |
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“Mei? Skeleton? Is something the matter?” |
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“...You were quite good with the hatchlings. Please take this as my parting gift.” |
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| “I appreciate your companionship, Skeleton. This is my final gift to you. Please, follow the path before you in haste when you leave; Some dragons had attempted to prolong their stay, or tried to find the inn once more after their departure… We don’t know what happened to them. If you must, write to us. Please, stay safe.” |
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