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Sorry for the long wait! I have been dealing with cramps from hell these last few days and been going to bed early after work :,3 But here's a post, lemme know if you need anything changed or have any questions!
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It was a nice shiny day in the forest around the outskirts of the Hewn City. At least, that's what Sif assumed when she saw the soft beams of light shine through the leaves overhead. A soft sigh came from her, a pleasant one that seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet of the forest in the morning, way before any of the other dragons were awake. She had a garden to attend to, the biggest in the village after all! And it was her duty to make sure all of the harvest was growing nice and steady for herself and the rest of the dragons the plants provide for.
Gripping her scarf, she wrapped the large piece of fabric around her body before exiting the cozy looking cottage. Once she stepped outside the back, her garden greeted her, expanding a long stretch of the way, where the forest was less dense and trees didn't cover it. Her gentle pawsteps caused the fallen leaves to crinkle underfoot as she surveyed the growing vegetables with a quick once over before starting in the far right corner. Using her water element, she squirt the plants with her mouth, watering them as she walked along the garden.
@Coincidence
Sorry for the long wait! I have been dealing with cramps from hell these last few days and been going to bed early after work :,3 But here's a post, lemme know if you need anything changed or have any questions!
It was a nice shiny day in the forest around the outskirts of the Hewn City. At least, that's what Sif assumed when she saw the soft beams of light shine through the leaves overhead. A soft sigh came from her, a pleasant one that seemed to enjoy the peace and quiet of the forest in the morning, way before any of the other dragons were awake. She had a garden to attend to, the biggest in the village after all! And it was her duty to make sure all of the harvest was growing nice and steady for herself and the rest of the dragons the plants provide for.
Gripping her scarf, she wrapped the large piece of fabric around her body before exiting the cozy looking cottage. Once she stepped outside the back, her garden greeted her, expanding a long stretch of the way, where the forest was less dense and trees didn't cover it. Her gentle pawsteps caused the fallen leaves to crinkle underfoot as she surveyed the growing vegetables with a quick once over before starting in the far right corner. Using her water element, she squirt the plants with her mouth, watering them as she walked along the garden.
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the name's sage! | i promise i'm not scary
25 • he / him • chaotic good
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I’m very sorry you had to go through that. Cramps suck.
I haven’t found the opportunity to use my computer yet, which is largely why I’ve been putting off replying, but I’ve resigned myself to just getting something out and prettying it up later.
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It was a wonderful day indeed, the successor of weeks of warm, mellow skies. The sunbeam ruins had the wonderful quality of being almost always clear-skied and warm in perpetuity. Even the few days of rain had been intermittent and pleasant, producing more rainbows than actual water.
He found the Lightweaver exceedingly kind to him; nothing too bad had happened despite his proximity to the Hewn City, a position he’d taken for nearing a week now. Or so he thought— he had no need to keep time. The forests had faded into deciduous trees near the ruined pavilions, and now the trees had started spreading yet thinner. He walked with almost a skip in his step, absentmindedly strumming his lyre to an inaudible rhythm. He sung, too, little odes to the light and the earth, simple melodies about the feeling of sunlight on his scales and the constant song of sparrows in the fields.
The pain in his left forewing had slowed into a dull thrall, but he still couldn’t flap without the wound getting worse. So, though the forests were benevolent, never failings to produce something he could eat, he had to find civilization. This journey had brought him to what he thought to be a shadow settlement, though later it turned out to be the Hewn City; immediately disappointing, but not fatal.
But now he was feeling fine. He was feeling great! He stopped daydreaming to realize that he’d crossed into a flower field— someone’s garden, it looked like. Perfect! But before he went to ask for help, he gently pulled one of the sunflowers down from their stalk to his face and inhaled. Nothing. Sunflowers didn’t smell of anything other than dirt and green and life, but the act of stopping to smell the flowers brought joy nonetheless. The delight welled up into discordant notes on his lyre and a gleeful, short tune.
“You don’t need to outshine the sun,
For you’re good enough for me.
Nor must you be sweeter than a rose.
You bring me just as much joy.”
I’m very sorry you had to go through that. Cramps suck.
I haven’t found the opportunity to use my computer yet, which is largely why I’ve been putting off replying, but I’ve resigned myself to just getting something out and prettying it up later.
It was a wonderful day indeed, the successor of weeks of warm, mellow skies. The sunbeam ruins had the wonderful quality of being almost always clear-skied and warm in perpetuity. Even the few days of rain had been intermittent and pleasant, producing more rainbows than actual water.
He found the Lightweaver exceedingly kind to him; nothing too bad had happened despite his proximity to the Hewn City, a position he’d taken for nearing a week now. Or so he thought— he had no need to keep time. The forests had faded into deciduous trees near the ruined pavilions, and now the trees had started spreading yet thinner. He walked with almost a skip in his step, absentmindedly strumming his lyre to an inaudible rhythm. He sung, too, little odes to the light and the earth, simple melodies about the feeling of sunlight on his scales and the constant song of sparrows in the fields.
The pain in his left forewing had slowed into a dull thrall, but he still couldn’t flap without the wound getting worse. So, though the forests were benevolent, never failings to produce something he could eat, he had to find civilization. This journey had brought him to what he thought to be a shadow settlement, though later it turned out to be the Hewn City; immediately disappointing, but not fatal.
But now he was feeling fine. He was feeling great! He stopped daydreaming to realize that he’d crossed into a flower field— someone’s garden, it looked like. Perfect! But before he went to ask for help, he gently pulled one of the sunflowers down from their stalk to his face and inhaled. Nothing. Sunflowers didn’t smell of anything other than dirt and green and life, but the act of stopping to smell the flowers brought joy nonetheless. The delight welled up into discordant notes on his lyre and a gleeful, short tune.
“You don’t need to outshine the sun,
For you’re good enough for me.
Nor must you be sweeter than a rose.
You bring me just as much joy.”
One day, will these too become but distant memories?
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Yes, in the blink of an eye.
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One day, will these too become but distant memories?
. . .
Yes, in the blink of an eye.
Yeah I'm subbed! Sorry I'm still currently at work as well, so I was in the middle of replying to everything and then I got a few people wanting to look at cars, ahaha! Sorry for the delay! ^^
As she was watering the plants and getting near where her flowers were, her eyes caught sight of a dragon not... from around here, that was for sure. For starters, most of the dragons she was accustomed to were as brown and green as the earth itself, this one... this was almost striking with the blue and red scales he had sporting. Not only that, but... the music. While the village was no strangers to music, the inhabitants weren't used to it being so... loud. Wormwood actually had prided herself on the fact that the small village wasn't as loud as Lanternlea Port.
But the most offensive bit about this weird dragon was that he was touching one of her prized sunflowers! The tundra's heart leapt into her throat and she actually choked on a bit of her water breath before hurriedly running towards the banescale.
"Hey! Don't touch that." she hissed, her nose scrunching up as her wings extended outwards, trying to make herself look bigger. "Those are very special flowers you're touching there."
Yeah I'm subbed! Sorry I'm still currently at work as well, so I was in the middle of replying to everything and then I got a few people wanting to look at cars, ahaha! Sorry for the delay! ^^
As she was watering the plants and getting near where her flowers were, her eyes caught sight of a dragon not... from around here, that was for sure. For starters, most of the dragons she was accustomed to were as brown and green as the earth itself, this one... this was almost striking with the blue and red scales he had sporting. Not only that, but... the music. While the village was no strangers to music, the inhabitants weren't used to it being so... loud. Wormwood actually had prided herself on the fact that the small village wasn't as loud as Lanternlea Port.
But the most offensive bit about this weird dragon was that he was touching one of her prized sunflowers! The tundra's heart leapt into her throat and she actually choked on a bit of her water breath before hurriedly running towards the banescale.
"Hey! Don't touch that." she hissed, her nose scrunching up as her wings extended outwards, trying to make herself look bigger. "Those are very special flowers you're touching there."
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the name's sage! | i promise i'm not scary
25 • he / him • chaotic good
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“Ah! Sorry, little miss.” A learned listener, he let go of the flower as soon as the tundra started chastising him. By the looks of it she was the owner of this garden. It was hard gauging how old she was— he was never good at that— and he habit of likening dragons smaller than he to younglings in his subconscious. Anyway, child or not, he should probably ask her for directions to a healer.
“Ah! Sorry, little miss.” A learned listener, he let go of the flower as soon as the tundra started chastising him. By the looks of it she was the owner of this garden. It was hard gauging how old she was— he was never good at that— and he habit of likening dragons smaller than he to younglings in his subconscious. Anyway, child or not, he should probably ask her for directions to a healer.
One day, will these too become but distant memories?
. . .
Yes, in the blink of an eye.
The tundra frowned immensely as he offered an apology, to which she puffed up her cheeks and nodded with a snort. "Yeah, you wouldn't touch a pie cooling in the window, would you?" though as she got a better look at him, she realized that... she had never really seen the type of dragon like him around here before. So she couldn't help but offer an awkward, "...Not from around here, are you?"
The tundra frowned immensely as he offered an apology, to which she puffed up her cheeks and nodded with a snort. "Yeah, you wouldn't touch a pie cooling in the window, would you?" though as she got a better look at him, she realized that... she had never really seen the type of dragon like him around here before. So she couldn't help but offer an awkward, "...Not from around here, are you?"
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the name's sage! | i promise i'm not scary
25 • he / him • chaotic good
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"No, I guess not," he murmured at the pie remark. He looked down at himself to humorous effect when she asked her second question. "Is it that obvious? I'm from the Starwood Strand. You could say we did things a bit differently over there."
While he had the chance, he took a closer look at her too. Not having pupils made studying others without their noticing a lot easier. Even if she was pint-sized, she dressed nothing like a child. There were silks of the finest quality—or so he could only assume, as he knew little about clothing—draped upon her withers and wings, and a myriad of flowers seemingly growing on her very body. He also couldn't help but notice the snake twining around one of her legs. She was odd, to say the least; he could take a researcher covered in star signs or glowing crystals any day, but she caught his eye like no other. He wondered if her clan mates were the same.
"No, I guess not," he murmured at the pie remark. He looked down at himself to humorous effect when she asked her second question. "Is it that obvious? I'm from the Starwood Strand. You could say we did things a bit differently over there."
While he had the chance, he took a closer look at her too. Not having pupils made studying others without their noticing a lot easier. Even if she was pint-sized, she dressed nothing like a child. There were silks of the finest quality—or so he could only assume, as he knew little about clothing—draped upon her withers and wings, and a myriad of flowers seemingly growing on her very body. He also couldn't help but notice the snake twining around one of her legs. She was odd, to say the least; he could take a researcher covered in star signs or glowing crystals any day, but she caught his eye like no other. He wondered if her clan mates were the same.
One day, will these too become but distant memories?
. . .
Yes, in the blink of an eye.
The tundra huffed, flicking her ear. He confirmed that he was, indeed, not from around here. That much was pretty much obvious, however. She flicked her tail, "That seems to be an understatement. Do dragons from the Starwood strand also smell and touch other dragons flowers?"
It was a joke, but there was still a bit of malice in her tone. She then offered, a bit more kindly this time, "What brings you around here?"
The tundra huffed, flicking her ear. He confirmed that he was, indeed, not from around here. That much was pretty much obvious, however. She flicked her tail, "That seems to be an understatement. Do dragons from the Starwood strand also smell and touch other dragons flowers?"
It was a joke, but there was still a bit of malice in her tone. She then offered, a bit more kindly this time, "What brings you around here?"
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the name's sage! | i promise i'm not scary
25 • he / him • chaotic good
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"Your flowers, of course. I saw them on my travels and just couldn't resist." He threw her a wink, sneakily glancing at his shattered wing still. His body had already worked its magic on healing it, but now his reserves were low. He debated telling her about this fact; who knows, she might yet forgive him for tainting her flowers with his touch, and who knows what that might entail?
"Actually, I ran into a bit of trouble," he put it as lightly as he could, "And now I can't make it back home quite as soon as I'd like, so I was thinking of jumping clans for a bit."
"Your flowers, of course. I saw them on my travels and just couldn't resist." He threw her a wink, sneakily glancing at his shattered wing still. His body had already worked its magic on healing it, but now his reserves were low. He debated telling her about this fact; who knows, she might yet forgive him for tainting her flowers with his touch, and who knows what that might entail?
"Actually, I ran into a bit of trouble," he put it as lightly as he could, "And now I can't make it back home quite as soon as I'd like, so I was thinking of jumping clans for a bit."
One day, will these too become but distant memories?
. . .
Yes, in the blink of an eye.