Roleplay

@Hawkeyyee [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62168135][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621682/62168135_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] It was hardly a [b]rare[/b] occurance for the blind seer to delve into the depths of the cave system attached to their lair territory and more so for her to seek the company of the other resident [s]maniac[/s] eccentric for words of wisedom, sharing knowledge and resources, or to plain old gossip. This was one of those days where it was a mixed bag of everything. Cordelia had need of some specific regents, had a fun titbit of information for the Plague-ridden Guardian and plainly, she heard their favourite meglomaniac had exploded out of sheer greed for the thing she so desperately craved. [i]Sweet, sweet irony.[/i] [/columns] [br] With her head ducked down ever so slightly and her snout tilted just to the side, Cordelia gave a small sniff to the air to course correct; Ah, the stench of fragile masculinity and shadow goop. How she loved the strange cavern dwelling idiots that crossed her path upon occasions-- "Feya, dear--..." Cordelia calls out with a purring coo, "How has my [i][b]favourite[/b][/i] Guardian been? Have you heard the news?" It was a statistic impossibilty that the other Seer had not known of Pearl's fate but by the gods, she wanted to gossip about it like the cows were coming home. It wasn't every day something this inanely obsurd yet so interesting happened and Cordelia, sincerely, had to know if this was something you could replicate or merely a byproduct of one fools greed. Ah well, it was all one more nail in the coffin these clans were building.

[size=2]As was spoken, the chittering of fae danced in the ears of the guardian. Her charges skittered from scale to scale, returning and fleeing. Gifts offered, and trinkets snuck away in tiny gobs. Feya watched them, a crookened grin across her maw. No wrong could the children of Arcane commit in the eyes of the Tidelord's image. At least, not of the ones which crawled across her hide... the resident Chieftess was another question entirely, and one she deemed not worth her dotting.[/size] [columns][size=2] Well past the system of tunnels which connected the marsh and wastelands laid a clearing dug out by imperial claw -- cleared to fit the clan of oddities as they furthered settled into the new land. But it was past the piles of dragons sharing the news of the day where the plague-marked Guardian made home. Set to the side, between a sleeping imperial of red colour, and a tree seeing its last of life, was a hobble for the purple coloured dragon. Easy to miss if one where not looking, but difficult to not find when one was. --- "Cordelia." the guardian's voice rumbled in greeting, although it was a green coloured fae which turned on her head to look at the skydancer -- and not Feya herself. "Correct me if I am wrong, but aren't I only your [i]favourite[/i] for when you want something?" Amusement rang in Feya's laugh, head tilting a manner to the side as her body coiled and turned in the direction of the feathered dragon. "I'd hate to be the one to tell that mate of yours that he is not your favourite guardian." Suspicious were considered. Feya could only assume the news of Pearl had stretched to Plague territories (it wasn't every day a user so skilled in magic simply went [i]pop[/i] after all. Frankly it wasn't every day a dragon exploded either.) But she didn't want to assume so blatantly. [/size] [nextcol][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67274359][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/672744/67274359_350.png[/img][/url][/columns] [size=2] "But, to answer your question. I am well. As to this news, there is lots I have been made aware of in recent... [i]specifically[/i] what is it you wish to know, my dear?" A moments pause settled in the air around them, disrupted by the tiny shuffling of fae claws as the guardian's charges made their homes. The occasional monotonous murmur was offered towards the guardian, and the faintest hums of approval was offered in response to the Arcanists' brood. "Assuming... the fall of the White Mage is to the news you refer -- I have heard and seen. There's some of her remnants in a jar over there... [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56419377]my assistant [/url]thought it would be seen as useful to me." Not that Feya would admit to the mirror that what he brought her was [i]very[/i] useful. [/size]

[columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62168135][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621682/62168135_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] If the Skydancer had eyes, she would be rolling them. Perhaps she was in dire need of being, well, less predictable (which was easier said than done when all your friends were Oracles). "[i]Please[/i]..." Cordelia drawls, claws tapping against various glass containers and beakers as she passed towards the jar of... Pearl remnants. "Azezal is well within my bad books for taking his time in betraying his mother and actually asserting himself as my mate. Until then, darling Feya, you are my favourite Guardian." "So I would like to say you are, in part, wrong." But mostly correct. Cordelia would be caught dead before admitting such a thing. [/columns] [br] There is a brief moment of pause as the dragon seems to soak in the air around her, claws hovering over one of the beakers before moving on. Of course, she knew where the container was but her visions were never quite clear when it came to the intricate details such as what was floating in the glass bottle she just tapped; some form of liquid and whilst putting claws in seemed good in theory, Feya was known to have... peculiar items at her disposal. "I am merely offering a small house visit to catch up with an old friend." Cordelia continues, stepping over a small Fae and across to the collected remnants of Pearl; nose sniffing and sampling the magic charged goop that had been left in the other Skydancer's wake. "Such a shame though. I had thought she had a few more days or so in the very least. I was going to ask if she had a remedy for stonehide and watch her sweat." [i]Tink tink.[/i] The digits tapped away, swirling the substance and listening to the noises it made in transit around the glass. "What finally caused her demise?" The oracle asks after a moment of silent musing; her own theories floating across her mind with more questions to answers found. "I am aware that she was... meddling again with the Pearlcatchers and I did see the ravishing young addition to your southside wards. How... very amusing."

[columns][size=2] "In the boys defense, he is not on the page that we are, dear." Feya's maw took on a curl, laughter filtered between teeth and the guardian simply watched as her trinkets and treasures were clinked by skydancer claw. Not a muscle moved to stop the other, Feya was well versed in letting the Lost-Eyed Seer do as she pleased. "He is [i]blind[/i] to what awaits him." The irony of her statement was not lost, and the curled grin only grew in size as she awaited the reaction. Chittering fae offered their hollow giggles, but it was Cordelia that Feya wished to ruffle the feathers of. Maybe today, maybe not, but one day -- and it was soon -- the Shadow Oracle could only wish it sooner. "But right, right, I am wrong -- the guardian of your favour is my title to bear." Head dipping in a manner of showing mock respect that she was well aware the other would not be able to see; Feya still followed the action through. Straightening and resuming her watching of the other. The hovel the guardian made camp it was hardly anything to tell home about. It was what it said on the tin; a hole beneath a dying tree filled to the brim with what many would think were useless items. However, to Feya, were the key to everything she could possibly wish for. Stored in glass were limbs of Beastclan, scales of Ancients, and trinkets of the Arcane (and also the remains of her own clans once healer.) [/size] [nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67274359][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/672744/67274359_350.png[/img][/url] [/columns] [size=2] "[i]A house visit.[/i]" Feya couldn't help but echo, somehow she found that very hard to believe but would let her dear friend off without question. Today. [i]Tink tink.[/i] There was a moment where the guardian's body vibrated, her instinctive need to stop the skydancer from toying with her things buzzing beneath the surface. The exploded after math of a mage as powerful as Pearl would not only help in her own work -- but also sell quite handsomely had she decided upon it. If this blind hag dropped that jar--! "I'll be honest I thought the same... but it seems that mate of hers sped up the process." Feya began with a hum, collecting her thoughts to the event only a few days past. "[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7682644]Virtuoso[/url] found out about her little creation and started to question her morale -- and you know what happens when [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/13025768]Pearl[/url] goes on one of her passionate retellings." A laugh echoed throughout the hovel. "I believe she was trying to prove a point to how powerful she had become because of her experiments and all that Arcane Magic, in the body of the Icewarden's image, just... [i]pop[/i]."

[columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62168135][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621682/62168135_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] There was a huff of sneering laughter as the jar was set down. As much as Cordelia wished to meddle with the substance, it was likely for the best that she didn't overstep too greatly with the larger Guardian lurking close by. "Har har. I see your wit has not improved since we last spoke; a shame." "Azezal will come to his senses soon enough." Not fast enough for Cordelia to be content with but eventually. It was fated, after all. "What of your [i]ray of sunshine[/i]? I do believe you are well within capacity to woo her, no? Or is it merely 'not your time', old friend?" All four limbs dropped to the ground then as the Skydancer crossed the distance between herself and the shadowed Seer. [/columns] [br] There was such science and mystery aroud the state of Pearl and her demise that her queries were hoverin on the tip of her tongue but, honestly, she could stand to push Feya's buttons for a little bit before getting back on topic and asking how on this sweet world did Vert of all people manage to stress Pearl enough to pop? The thought made her laugh.

[columns]A breath of relief was given once the jar was returned to its place of rest. Its contents unscathed. Visually the guardian relaxed, resuming in her idle watching of her fellow seer parading the hovel. "I found it to be quite funny really," Feya admitted in a low chuckle, craning her head to monotonous chittering. "My charge agree." Oh to be a fae without fear, crawling across the hide of one of the largest dragons of Sornieth. There was some irony to be held in such an imagery... and also some humour. Feya shifted her wings to fold loosely against her back, her shoulders rolling in a manner of rejoice at the limb's weight leaving them. She regarded Cordelia in such genuine curiosity. How had she not taken the chance to ask more of Pearl and Virtuoso? Had the Plague-marked Oracle given too much away in her vague retelling -- or had Cordelia already seen the events. [nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67274359][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/672744/67274359_350.png[/img][/url] [/columns] One could never really tell when it came to fellow Seers if they were in the know, or simply fishing for information. Or if they were just pushing buttons. Feya had not a clue as to what todays claim would be -- that was until the ball dropped and it was now her turn to be under the spotlight in regards to foretold love. "Ah, all in due time." a huff of air left Feya's maw. "Unlike you, I have patience in order to await my fated. Whether she be mine today, or a year from now. I can wait with... minimal complaints."

[columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62168135][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621682/62168135_350.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] The Skydancer proceeded to sit upon her haunches, head tilted slightly upwards in Feya's general direction with a low given hum of percieved thought. Whilst the need for more information pressed gently at the back of her mind, Cordelia was somewhat patient in fishing for it. After all, a gift of sight never guaranteed showing everything. Which is why she was sat in Feya's dirty hovel, murdering time visciously as she [i]waited[/i] for Azezal to stop being a degenerate and see the true and proper light. Alas... "I suppose you could do that but you have no social nor moral hang ups on merely claiming her for your owns." Cordelia huffed with a low grumble to her words, "I have seen enough to know your first meeting is an embarrassment. You have the power to change that and avert her believing that you are a crazed Guardian or her believing she is possibly the strange one..." [/columns] [br] As if the Skydancer had eyes, she inspected her claws before bringing them up to her maw to bite at. It simply did not make any sense in her mind... She had to wait for the right moment and catalyst but Feya could merely... leave this dirt home and stride right on over to the other clan and do... something; whatever Guardian's did as romantic gestures...

[columns]Ah, but was it truly that simple? Feya could travel to plague-bitten lands and court her fated, she held that power beneath her claws. But... what if that was not how the scriptures wanted it? It was the whisper of [i]what if[/i] that caused the guardian's cold feet. She was used to seeing all, but when it came to herself she was blinded to her future. In a way it scared her more than she would dwell on. Feya was not a dragon who liked the concept of not knowing, she was also not a dragon who willingly faced her fears so brazenly. So, she had her own hang ups to why she did not make her standing known towards her fated. Not that her dear friend needed to be privy of any of it. [nextcol] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/67274359][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/672744/67274359_350.png[/img][/url] [/columns] "Right you are my dear, as per usual." a knowing tone crossed into the guardian's speech. "But, just as right as you are you are just as wrong." Ah, Feya's favourite coping mechanism was falling into cryptic speech to derail a conversation.