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 Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 4:36 pm
It'd been a day since Cyrilla had knocked on Merope's door. She'd had some time to let her emotions settle down, and she was no longer chewing on the thick steak of guilt she'd cut for herself. No, instead she was outside, climbing up into a tree. Something shiny had caught her eye, and, it would seem, old habits just didn't change after sleeping for so long.
No.
Instead she was focused, peering up towards what appeared to be a nest of some sort. Some small creature must have been using little bits of metal or silver that had caught the drach's attention.
Unfortunately, there was something she hadn't considered as she made her way up tree. Something she really, really should have.
"SQUAWK!" whatever had made the nest, was still in the nest, and as the dracolich poked her head up to look into it, it's head thrust in her direction, making the loud noise.
Cyrilla scrambled back a bit, managing to catch herself. A sigh of relief could be heard when suddenly there was a loud CRACK sound.
"Oh, for Jack's saAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" the Colchian dragon came tumbling down from the tree, landing unceremoniously in a heap. There wasn't enough distance from where she'd been to the ground to get her wings to catch her, so they lay overtop her head as they'd attempted, in vain, to get moving.
"Hrngh..." That was going to hurt later.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:45 pm
Ever since Jove had gifted her with a map during their mentorship stint, Ishild had taken to spending more and more time exploring the grounds of the school.
More, of course, was a relative term. She still spent the majority of her time hiding in her room while she waffled back and forth over every major decision she had to make. But she was going out, of her own free will. It was a start.
Today's wanderings found her near a cluster of trees. A cluster of trees she would have been avoiding if it weren't for the sudden swearing and rather loud SNAP followed by a CRASH.
She was all too familiar with the groan. That was a sound she knew well, regret and pain, not necessarily in that order. Ishild didn't come running, but she did poke her head around with all due haste. And then she saw the heap with wings. "Hey! You need a hand," she asked as she approached. She couldn't help it, the next few words just slipped right out as she crouched next to what appeared to be a fellow student, and a fellow dragon at that. "Don't you know the point of flying is to miss the ground?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:59 pm
"Nope! I got it!" Literally. Before she'd fallen from the tree she'd managed to snap up a small sliver of silver that had been in the nest. A hand pushed up through the wings, holding it triumphantly.
A laugh soon followed and the wings slowly pulled back, revealing a rather -dead- dragon looking back at the Barioth. The gashes on her arms and legs were a quick indicator, but the long scar that ran the gamut from her head fins, across her lips and up to the other fin, would certainly solidify that she were not simply injured.
"Hah." Cyrilla grilled, flicking her wings out. They, as well as the rest of her, were scarred and tattered. For someone so mangled looking, she appeared relatively happy.
"The ground and I have an understanding now. I don't try to climb trees again, and my tail doesn't get crushed under myself and gravity." Cyr suddenly extended a hand to the other dragon.
"Thanks anyways though. I'm Cyrilla. Or Cyr. Whatever." her other hand was still clutching the silver sliver tightly. So far it was a good day!
Well.
Aside from hitting the ground.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 9:20 pm
Ishild blinked at the declaration, and then again as the dragon stood, seeing all of her, wounds included. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously as she rose from her crouch since Cyrilla was obviously okay. Except for Jove, she hadn't really interacted with too many undead- and Jove was a ghost besides, not a dracolich. But dead or not, a dragon was still a dragon, however perky she might be.
And she did need to expand her social circle outside of talking to only those who shared classes with her... surely just being polite couldn't hurt?
The barioth extended her own hand and shook. "Ishild. Nice to meet you." She cocked her head and looked meaningfully at the prize held in Cyr's other hand. "So, what had you trying to play acorn up in that tree?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 9:31 pm
"It's nice to meet you too! ... Err... Play acorn?" Cyr pulled her hand back after the shake, looking up in the tree.
"Oh." she grinned again. It was strange looking since the scar made it look as though it spread her entire face.
"This." She held out the silver sliver. "I saw it up there and I was trying to get it. There was some mini up there though and it startled me. Luckily I still got it." The dracolich preened a bit, clearly not terribly phased by her fall.
Her tail flicked about behind her, the peacock markings almost looking like eyes staring at the furry dragon. Pulling the silver sliver back, she tucked it away in her sash, a few other things sparkling briefly when she pulled it out.
Apparently she'd been adding to her hoard for the day.
"What are you doing out here?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 3:04 pm
Cyr had such a creepy grin. Ishild found herself rather fond of it. It was rather intimidating, a trait to always be admired. But it seemed to be so at odds with the dracholich's demeanor. What a puzzle.
The barioth nodded at Cyr's tale and gave a short laugh at the end. "Heh. Well, any fall you can walk away from, I guess. And any fall you can walk away from with a prize is even better."
Her tail gave a little nervous twitch at the question and she folded her arms across her chest to hide any apprehension. She knew she was allowed out in the woods. But still... maybe something had changed. There were always exceptions, mistakes just waiting to be made. Still, Jove had said. Well, not said but. He wouldn't have given her a map and let her wander if it wasn't allowed. Right?
"Jus' wanderin'," Ishild answered, suddenly less sure of herself. "Had to get away from the dorms for a bit, yannow?"
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 9:40 pm
"Nothing wrong with that." Cyrilla returned, nodding her head.
"There's always been a lot to see out here. And now you can add 'acorn dragons' to your list." the grin remained plastered to her face. I
"I was in the dorms for a long time, so it's good to be out and about again myself. Come to appreciate it a bit more." she laughed, stretching her arms high above her head.
"So, Ishlid was it? How long have you been here for? I'm afraid I haven't, exactly, been keeping up with things around here." or at all.
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