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 Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 3:08 am
Gaia
Gaia stood in a large room full of jars, in each jar was a small eco system with tiny versions of the plants and animals that would make it work in reality. She was currently looking at a flower, fluidly changing shape, colour, amount of petals and much more in her hand. The jar in front of her was empty. Various creatures flew freely around the room, among them Kolibries, butterflies, fireflies and many other winged creatures. The room smelled strongly of plants and life.
Outside the open doors a massive garden stretched as far as the eye could see. Countless flowers, bees, trees and much more. The chirps of birds, gentle wind and chirping of insects formed a peaceful soundscape.
She turned around, walking to a shelf and looking at the existing eco-systems. Her long brown and green hair hung down her back in curls that seemed to hold better than their weight should allow. Her expression showed little to no worry despite recent events. Her hazel eyes scanning the contents of the jars carefully. She cocked her head a little, a motion exaggerated by the large set of antlers on her head. Whether they were actually attached to her head was hard to tell due to the myriad jewellery on them.
She was aware of the girl that was watching her, all shy, from just around the corner of the atrium arch. She chose to ignore the gaze, let the girl find her own courage.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 4:41 am
Ysandra
Ysandra gazed upon the small, strange lady that seemed to be preoccupied with putting plants in glass jars. She was well over two heads taller. Her pale skin seemed an affront to the sunny weather, yet it was not merely her skin that lacked pigment. Both her eyes and hair were a light silver.
Though her human form was merely an advanced illusion, the one thing she had actually changed in order to fit in the atrium was her size, an old, but simple trick.
She had been gazing upon Gaia's odd ritual for well over an hour now, and she had to admit it was fascinating that someone could busy themselves for such a long time with such a mundane task. It was clear her saviour was not a dragon, nor a human, nor any of the other races of creatures she had grown used to. It was hard to put her finger on what this lady was, but it seemed rude to ask this. Ysandra was queen of the dragons, or at least what was left of them after the death of their creator.
She wanted answers. Needed answers. She was unsure what madness possessed her to walk into the room with the jars with the same air she would walk into her own throne room, but she did regardless. Standing next to the lady and trying to see what she saw in the jars.
They were truly odd, on one, a tiger was hunting between flowering bamboo reeds. It's quarry an odd creature, it was broad, with horns upon it's head, hairy with the weirdest snout shape she had ever seen.
She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but thought better of disturbing this being. For some reason, it felt like she should be the one to pay respect, despite her own status.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2019 10:03 am
Gaia
Gaia completely ignored the girl that hovered over her. Simply continuing to pick up some of the jars, glancing over them before putting them back. She had taken the girl and roughly half of her race away before Garieth was able to get to them, but she owed them nothing. It had been a favour, one that needed to remain a secret.
She eventually moved back to the flower, a few more dragons-in-human-skin passed by the open doors, eliciting a frustrated sigh from her with their animated talk. Those two were arguing over whether or not Chista was to blame for the death of their creator; Ysilneadras.
Gaia knew Chista had been fond of the draconic Ethereal. They had a pact and a friendship for the longest of times, but during her last attempt at ending Garieth, her pact with the being had activated. It had summoned him right into the middle of an attack. Thereafter, no trace was to be found of “Ysil” as Chista and most of his creations called him.
She put the flower down, looking directly at Ysandra.
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2019 6:35 am
Ysandra
She felt Gaia's gaze piercing her and started. “What is that?” she blurted out, meaning the weird 4 legged thing then realized that that was not what she had wanted to ask. “I... I apologize, that was not what I wanted to ask.” She looked away from the lady for a second, composing herself.
“If I may... I know you saved us and I am most grateful but... who are you?” Ysandra realized she was shaking, hoping only that her nerves did not affect her voice. She wanted to sound confident, gracious and kind without sounding condescending as she knew she sometimes did when faced with those of other races. She tried to seem humble, respectful. This being must be at least half as strong as Chista, who had once transported all of dragonkind away from their home in order to save their lives. All had not been possible in this case, of course...
A troubled look appeared on her face.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2019 7:17 am
Gaia
Gaia squinted at Ysandra for a moment, then a small smile formed on her lips. “I am Gaia.” She resumed messing with the flower. “I am a friend.” She had an odd accent, as if she did not often speak, not with words.
She dropped the flower into one of the empty jars,her hands holding the side of the jar. Within a hill full of flowers grew. Blue and purple with glowing hearts. Gaia then softly blew into the jar, the flowers beginning to dance around as though on a gentle breeze.
“The cow is Yanbian. It is a type of bovine.” She turned around looking at the girl. “Do you blame Chista for what happened?” the question was pointed, as if there was a wrong answer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2019 6:43 am
Ysandra
“I do not.” There wasn't a single doubt in her voice or demeanour. She put her hands on the table and looked at Gaia, seeming offended. “I do not know if this is common knowledge, or just something confided in me, but I ask you for your discretion regardless.” Ysandra squinted. “Ysilnaedras told me any who had a pact with Chista, including him, had a set of rules in their pacts. Those rules would stop either from doing anything to cause he other pain, cause them harm or knowingly or willingly have harm wrought upon them. The rules, as they were explained to me, would have stopped Chista from using any of her summons as a strategic sacrifice. So no, even after she... changed... I do not believe she could have done such a thing.”
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