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I'm sure there aren't THAT many differences, really. Oh, I hope I didn't come off as rude.Thank you so much for being my first question, poppit! Have a cupcake!
((I can't draw bowties. Meh))
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Hm? You don't know, dear?
It's a pastry~!
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*whispers* I've heard of 2p Britain before. You do not want that. Trust me.
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And whatver is that supposed to mean, poppit~?
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*squeaks and runs for it*
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Hm? Well... that was rude...
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*from behind a very sturdy wall* Uhm, I beg your pardon sir, I didn't mean to be rude...I uh...have just heard some things...that were less than safe...
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*frowns a touch*
People seem to have been saying many rude things about me over here in 1p! I've been here only a few weeks and there are already rumors. Hm.
*sighs*
What have you heard, exactly?
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Uh...that most 2p people tend to be a little...uh...touchy. And like blood a bunch. Particularly when it's coming out of people. And...uh...the uh...You know I really think maybe I'm not the best person to tell you this...
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Oh, my.... No, no, no deary.
We-- well, I don't like bleeding people. Or hurt people. It's a misconception based upon the fact our world is far more... um... Violent that over here. More crime, chaos and the like.
As a result... *sighs* We're all a touch high-strung and some of us lose our head now and then.
In general, we just react like everyone else.
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*has yet to emerge from behind the very sturdy wall*
Uh...well...yes, I would suppose that makes sense...I've met 2p Canada...But uh, I did...hear something from our America...about you uh...*coughs uncomfortably* Trying to kill him...And it apparently, uhm...*coughs again, deeply uncomfortable* Involved the cupcakes in some way...
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*blinks, chuckles*
My dear, I can honestly and sincerly promise you that I have never harmed an America, 1P or Otherwise. Much less with my baking.
Besides, that would ruin the cupcakes.
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...I...Alright. Uhm. I...wonder why he thought that...
*now tentatively only half behind the wall*
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*shrugs*
Misconceptions,dear. Misconceptions.
Or It was another me running about~
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Doesn't that kind of alarm you? Having people around who are almost exactly like you, but enjoy murdering people?
*now completely out from behind the wall, although still next to it*
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*sigh*
I've gotten used to it.
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That's...unfortunate. I'm sorry. It must be difficult.
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Do you...I mean if it's so violent and awful in 2p, is that why you're here now?
(May I just say right quick that I adore your art style?)
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((You may, my dear~))
Hm? Oh, no. No matter how.. unpleasent...? It's still home, dear.
I'm just here for a visit~ Meet new people and that.
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(Compliment paid then, utterly superb. And his bowtie is both adorable and an example of excellent fabric drawing.)
*smiles very quietly* I believe I can understand that quite well. And I suppose when all's said and done it's not like it's any less dangerous here, people are just more dishonest about it.
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((Alright then, poppit. Thank you very much~ Though i've done better on later pictures, in my opinion. ))
Oh, no-- It is safer here, by far. Haven't been mugged once. Also, it's rather hard to be dishonest about how violent a world is. You can almost... feel it in the air. It is much more relaxed here, though I'm still content with the level of security in my home.
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(Oh, and uh...etymology: Poppit used to refer to what basically amounted to a voodoo doll, a doll crafted in a person's likeness to perform spells on them. Just for future reference, because I'm a geek.)
That's a little difficult to believe, with Australia alone as an example...Oh, but that brings up something I was a little curious about. Do you do magic, like your 1p counterpart?
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((He just uses it a lot. It's catchy also: popยทpet (ppt)n.
1. A poppet valve.
2. Nautical
a. A small wooden strip on a gunwale that forms or supports an oarlock.
b. One of the beams of a launching cradle supporting a ship's hull.
3. Chiefly British: A darling.
I use the darling definition, since he uses it.))
What is Australia like here, then?
Oh, I do so love magic, though... According to most sources, my counterpart isn't terriably good at it. Well, anything that isn't purely white magic, in any case. Not to sound my own horn, but I used to be quite good at magic... The kings and queens of my country gave me the title of "Magister" before they fully worked out the whole 'Country' buissiness.
I am still quite good at it, actually... Might be a tad rusty, but I could do something rather good in a bind~
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(I didn't know about the boat stuff, thank you. I just know occult garbage because I'm hugely weird.)
Well the guy himself is fairly congenial, but everything there will kill you. Everything. Plants, bugs, animals, just everything.
*is now standing a not-invading-personal-space away, like a normal person* I love magic too! Well...Uh, he really isn't, and he tends to play with dark magic more often than anything else, which frankly is the worst idea he could have if he knows any lore at all...
Oh wow, that's amazing! I've made a few talismans before, but I wouldn't know if they actually work...
Do you see fae creatures like he does?
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((Ship. They are Ships.))
Nature's capacity to kill you isn't an indication of evil.
*raises an eyebrow*
He refuses to speak to me about it actually... Though, if that White fool has tried to dabble in the dark arts, it doesn't surprise me he isn't very good at it.
It doesn't suit him.
As to the... I.....
*face falls a bit before his standard smile is plastered back on his face*
I'm afraid that Flying Chocolate Bunny is the only one that i've seen in my world in a very long time. Sorry.
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(Are you by any chance a David Eddings fan?)
I didn't say it was evil, I just said it was violent. It's usually absolutely beautiful, I just wouldn't last a minute.
What surprises me is that it's not blown up in his face yet. Dark magic always comes back to bite you, if you're lucky. If you're unlucky it bites you, everyone you love, and anyone who happens to be in the general area at the time.
*is silent for a moment, then in a very slightly overly-perky voice* You don't need to apologize. I just love fae lore especially, and we've an awful lot of it. Even if it is dangerous, I'd give almost anything to be able to see them.
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((Um... Not that i recall.))
Hm... It does at that. Partly the reason I stopped, really... As to it biting him... It did, in a way, already.
*chuckles a little*
I'm sure you could find several citizens here, if you tried.
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(Sorry, that's just a running joke in a truly epic series he wrote.)
...I'm not sure in what way you mean, but then again I'm not sure I want to know either.
Oh I wish, but I think I might be a little too mundane for it.
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Well, none of the other 1P's can see anything, can they? They all think he's quite mad.
Probably tried to make them see and it went wrong.
No one is too mundane if they believe in somethign enough.
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Well...he says they used to be able to see them, along with everyone else in the world. For some reason they can't any more, and don't even believe they existed now. And yes, they do think he's crazy and sort of make fun of him for it.
That's very kind of you to say. It's a bit stupid, but the creature I'd like to see most out of any of them is a dragon.
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Again, it might have been a backfired spell.
Or he called a deamon by accident.
Oh, i do miss dragons... Wonderful creatures.
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...I do have my own theory. I think they just...got busy. Technology ramped up and everything started moving faster and suddenly they were too busy for old stories. Isn't that what leaving Neverland means, that you get older and stop believing?
Glorious! Absolutely glorious, wonderous, I very nearly wouldn't mind being eaten if I just got to see one once.
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*looks thoughtful*
I think you may be right, actually, dear... He and I kept believing when everyone else grew up...
Oh, my. *smiles a bit* I suppose that makes me a big kid, doesn't it?
*Chuckles*
That would depend entirely upon the dragon, poppit!
I knew of one by the name of Wyvern-- heavens knew why that was his name, he was a treasure dragon, not a wyvern-- who absolutely loved chatting with townsfolk. Adored people to bits. However, he was a treasure dragon, so if he found you 'preciouse' enough you became part of his collection... Have you any idea how hard it is to convince a dragon you do not, in fact, need him to claim your cellar and move in?
Spotty old boy dug through my floor and refused to leave for weeks. Keeps the burglers out though.
Also perfectly willing to talk to a lovely young woman like yourself, i'm sure.
*waves hand*
Then there are the ones i presume you're thinking of. Huge brutishly intelligent creatures.
Those I don't particularly miss too terriably, however they were nothign to sniff at.
They also have the tendency to be the most alluring ones to watch fly accross the open sky.
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I don't know about that. *grins* Why does growing up have to be completely different from believing? Getting too busy to remember...it just seems so small-minded.
*entirely mesmerised* That's...entirely wondrous. I gather the dragons here went into hiding early, since people tended to get a bit edgy around them.
But really I mean any kind of dragon, barring cockatrices and the like which are actually more like distant cousins and singularly unpleasant. I've studied several different species, and memorized quite a few riddles just in case.
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*smiles sadly* They seem to go hand in hand for most people, sadly. Things just stopped showing up, in my world... I had presumed they were all killed off or left for other realms.
There is also a difference between being small minded and having your head filled with too much to notice things... Which, most of us countries are most of the time..
*blinks and a wry smile*
Wonderous? Oh, it was until you realize you must hide everything to terriably shiny within his sight or it would end up in the cellar, sorted into whatever pile he saw fit.
Gave the king fits for months before he was convinced it was good to have a Dragon on his side.
Granted I had to do more than my share of fast talking, but I managed.
No one wants to meet a cockatrice. Though they are fun to unleash in france from time to time.
Studied? Oh, how nice-- You had to go out and find them to know anythign, in my day.
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Neglect can be lethal too. There was an experiment in the sixties they did with some baby monkeys, if they were simply fed and exercised and nothing else they'd actually perish.
You'd think a person would see the advantages of a dragon ally directly...But I've known much less interesting people with more intolerable quirks. It must've been incredible.
France had his own problems as I recalled. Gargouilles, as I recall, defeated in one of the oddest ways I've ever heard. At least, over in our world.
I'm afraid I haven't really had any opportunity to ask. *rueful smile* All I can do is go looking for lore and hope it's accurate.
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Oh my.
You'd think wouldn't you...? It might have been because Wyvern snuck into his treasure stores, gobbled it all up then moved it into my cellar. A bit hard to explain, that...
It was, once he stopped moving my things. Never could get him to give me my books back though. Kept insisting written words were immensly valuabe and thus in his care. Even my spell tomes, when i could get my hands on them.
You should have seen when he turned himself into human form-- got stuck that way for a whole month before he worked out how to fix it. Kept be moaning how ah, 'dull' his new, soft 'scales' were.
Never could get him to get over his facination with hair after that, though... Never had hair before.
*smiles*
Oh, yes-- France had many creatures there in my world. *frowns* He might even be why there isn't any left...
Oh, that is truely sad... I'd hoped this side would have better records of them..
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Kind of a marvel, even if it's common sense.
That...huh. I wouldn't expect that. I would've thought that dragons would be...wise and regal and all that. That's kind of funny...A little reassuring actually. I think I would've liked him. I love books too.
...Uh, if he defeated them the same way he defeated the Gargouilles, I doubt that very much.
Apparently we still have them about somewhere. And the lore is prolific, if a bit inconsistant.
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Most dragons are, dear. Wyvern was very regal-- when it suited him. Very vain as well. Wise depended on the subject.
I'm sure he would have like you too, actually. As to the books, i believe it was because the, what was his word for it, Dovah rarely wrote down information. If if was important enought to set to record, it must have had some grand importance. He didn't understand we wrote things when we felt like it. Well, the privilaged and I.
He was also a treasure dragon-- no one really talks about them.
That depends largely on how he defeated them here... How did this one do it?
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I suppose I just never expected them to act silly.
Well books are important. The written word has power implicit in it, and even fiction can influence a person's beliefs. And...well I got the impression most kinds of dragons horded.
...*cough* Uhm...well...apparently Gargouilles are rather...uhm...prudish...
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Oh, everything acts silly when no one is looking, dear. Well, most things.
Most dragons do hord things, but Treasure Dragons were special in how they did it. If a run of the mill Dovah came accross, say, a small town-- If it was of a mind, it would collect the obviously valuable or interesting things. Maybe gobble up a cow, you see. Steal a girl or two to sing for it, if it had the want. The rest would be left to burn, rot or what have you.
If, lets say, Wyvern got it in his headv to go roving, he'd do much the same. He, however, would scrape through the houses, sniffing out valuables and gobbling them into a special pouch. Gold, silver, jewells...
*smiles at some far off memory*
Books, mirrors, swords that had been forged for people, children's keepsakes... Children....
Not that he'd eat them mind you, unless they wandered into his trove and took something. As he explained it, Treasure Dovah could sense all kinds of values in things. Sentimental, monetary, magical... Anything. If it was worth enough to someone, he could smell it, supoosedly.
Took ages to convince him that, no, just because an orphan meant the world to someone, he couldn't keep it a s a pet and feed it table scraps.
*blinks*
Are they now...? How does that factor into their downfall?
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And some of us have the misfortune to look silly when other people are watching...
...I think I like that mindset, although...minus the avaricious nature of it. Goodness knows I'd lose my library in a twinkling. But that's almost wonderful, being able to sense the value in things and people. One wonders how they developed it.
*coughs uncomfortably again* Uhm...well...the discovery was made quite by accident, as the legend goes, you see there was a certain bit of countryside the creature had been ravaging. Upon that bit of countryside there was a young farmer, strapping young man really. He finished with his work for the day, and headed down to a nearby stream for a swim.
It was...well France, so he just stripped down in a bush and was about to get in the water when the Gargouille appeared out of the woods. The man most likely thought himself dead, but a very peculiar thing happened. The dragon raised itself up and then...stopped. And it blushed. It looked from side to side, looking for all the world like it was trying to find something else to focus on, and finally slunk away looking rather ashamed of itself.
This new discovery was naturally spread about to all the neighboring areas, and...presumably the Gargouilles either died out or moved somewhere where...well, where open-air bathing was more frowned upon, I imagine.
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He could never quite tell the how of it, come to think on it. He kept saying things along the lones of "Never you mind the how, I just do and you're the luckier that I like you." I almost caught him on it, once, actually. I employed a combination of sweets and my passiably silver tounge to get even the barest information on the inner workings of the Dovah. There was only one thing that stopped me in my tracks though.
He asked me a riddle of his own, been eluding me for years. Hm..
*raises eyebrow*
Blushed? The closest i've seem to a blushing Dovah was when... *blinks, chuckles*
At any rate, that is indeed an interesting way to deal with the problem. That would have to mean the poor thing had some understanding of the situation. Probably felt itself quite the voyer.
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A riddle? I suppose you ought to have expected that. *laughs* I bet you he'd been waiting for you to press him on it, too. From the lore I've read anyway, they do love their mind games.
Come to think of it I really have never heard it explained, though I suppose few legends are so generous. Only the creature itself could tell us what it was thinking. It was kind of funny, and a bit mean if you apply it to poor Francis himself.
But what do you mean? I mean, when you said you'd seen a blushing dragon. I'll trade you the story of the Lindorm King. *grins*
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I should have, yes-- though normally a honeycake and some warm cream got him in a chatting mood. *chuckles* They do indeed. He once challenged me to a chess match, bested me then informed me he didn't know how to play. He simply wanted the new circlet i'd been given by the king. They are quite willing to debate, though, if feeling bored.
Everything, in some way, is mean if applied to the French, poppit. Everything.
Hm? Oh, no-- I shan't think you'd want to hear any more on that. The old boy might pop up again, just in time to stopme. *laughs lightly* Though, in the intrest of a story for another... I could give it a go.
*grins*
Though, the story of the Lindrom King first, my dear-- I've never known one to hold a throne for longer than it took to eat the king from it.
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...You're making me wish to meet one even more, Wyvern at least sounds absolutely delightful. The cream I think might've been a bit out of his control though, it's recorded in a few tales that milk makes dragons...well...not tractable, but at least sleepy.
Of course, I love trading stories. This one is Scandinavian in origin, more specifically Norwegian if you follow the term lindorm itself. But in any case, the story begins with a middle aged queen of a land. She was childless and unhappy with it for many reasons both female and royal, and so upon the advice of some of her servants she went to see an old soothsayer that lived on the edge of the city. The soothesayer, upon payment, mixed her up a truly vile tasting potion, and told her that after she left she must go home and eat two whole onions, presumably fixing this whole infant problem. The queen was so excited she ran back to the castle, not staying to hear the last of the soothesayer's advice.
When she got to the castle she immediately had two onions brought to her. The first one she ate hurriedly, without peeling it, but of course it tasted disgusting. The second she ate just as hurriedly, but only after peeling it carefully.
To her joy it worked and she began to grow large with child. No word on how the king felt about this business, but most of the kingdom was rather pleased with it, dynastic succession and all that. Nine months later she went into labor, and the midwife at attendance fainted dead away when the first infant was produced: not a human, but an infant serpent dragon, reportedly a bit hideous, which granted babies tend to be just after being born. The queen saw it as well, and even while still in labor she picked it up and tossed it out the window, where it fled into the forest.
After this the queen collapsed, although thankfully the second child, a beautiful rosy baby boy, was delivered rather smoothly.
The boy grew up, of course, heir apparent to the throne and all that, and got engaged to some form of princess from elsewhere as royals are wont to do, collective royal IQs be damned. But for some reason or another before the wedding he went hunting in the forest and was confronted by none other than the Lindorm, who explained to him the circumstances of their birth. He told the young prince that he would not be able to marry until himself, the elder brother, had found a willing bride.
Of course he was a dragon so the threat was implicit, and the prince went back to consult with his parents. The kingdom was scoured, and any number of maidens were sent to the Lindorm. All were sent back, as none were actually willing, bar one. This young lady was quite nervous, of course, but she chanced to run across the soothesayer that had aided the queen, who gave her a bit of advice that made her fear turn to joy.
When she was presented to the dragon he told her, a bit sullenly, to take off her dress. I choose not to press why. She agreed, but only if he shed a layer of skin for every dress she removed, and she was wearing quite a few dresses. The dragon was a little confused, but agreed.
The dress-removing and skin-shedding went on for quite awhile, until finally the girl was naked and the dragon was filling the entire cave with smoke, and not from his nostrils. It was magic smoke of some sort, I'm fairly certain, and when it cleared a handsome young prince stood where the dragon had been, and of course the girl would marry him quite willingly.
When he got home he was made the new heir apparent, again no word on how his brother took this, and during the wedding the queen felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the soothesayer, taking her life in her hands with a bit of an I Told You So: that she'd said to peel both onions carefully before eating them.
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Interesting...Quite a bit better than the story of a blushing dragon, actually...
As to the creame, it appearantly was rather soothing, i should think. It did calm him enough not to shoot me with looks when I tried to pry information out of him. That, or quite possiably, he simply liked the taste.
*ponders for a moment*
Though, that is the first time i've heard of a human delivering a dragon-child. Well, without the intervention of a male dragon, mind you. Even in that instance, the mother was either beguiled, unwilling or strangely attracted to one of the more crafty Dovah.
*clears throat*
Though that's a compleatly different tale. I'd best explain the blushing dragon, on my part, hm?
*taps his chin*
It was far back, before people forgot things. When my world was all magic and unknown places. Wyvern had insisted on accompanying me to a meeting with one nordic or another, to try and convince their leaders to stop raiding the coasts.
He was under the impression that there would be another dragon wishing to steal me away for my value.
I bent to the request, considering one does not simply argue with a dragon.
Once over the sea and walking the land, he became bored and sniffed the air for some treasure or another. I was watching him snake about with mild amusement, as there was not but land to look upon and he was a most splended silver colour. In all suddenness he took off for the trees, leaving me alone on my path. Not wanting to lose my friend to some viking trying to look brave for killing a dragon, i gave chase and after some trepidation, found him.
He was playing the haunt, peering at a small stead through the brambles. How any of the people he was watching missed his glow in the sun, i'm not sure.
I quietly crept up to spy whatever had drawn my scaled friend there, wondering what there could be of value in the woods.
After a span, a woman came from the stead.
*smiles at the memory*
She was fair enough, for a nord, i suppose. Though i doubted very much that Wyvern would wander so far for a lady-- considering. I stood by Wyvern's shoulder for a while, thinking on it. He seemed singularly focused on the woman as she went about her day, hanging wash and collecting firewood.
I was about to ask why we were stalking this poor woman when i noticed his scales had taken on a rather slate luster. When i asked about both matters, he insisted that he was looking at the most valuable thing he'd ever come accross, but at the same time he couldn't for the life of him see it. It was very frustrating.
I presume that was his equivalent to going red in the face. Particularly when i asked him to explain where it was then. He went near white trying to explain that it was "a few feet below the wifman's head and above the... knees..."
*chuckles*
The short of it was that the woman was pregnant, as i finally got out of him. It was very awkward, he explained after we returned to the path, talking of unborn human children. Didn't understand how something could stand a life in their belly. More so when someone put so much stock in a life not yet existing. He stayed a near white-gold color all the way to the meeting place.
*grins*
I only knew how much his face was flushed when he consented to be in human form during the meeting. Red as a rose, he was. Had to keep the nords off of him, actually. You've no idea the reaction they had to seeing me walk in with a blushing, snow-pale man sporting waist length silver hair and flashing golden eyes.
The fact he clothed himself in silks he'd pilfered on his travels before finding me did nothing to help.
Wyvern, the poor chap, was redder still when the Finland of my world asked if he could keep him as a bride-- in return for stopping the raids.
*chuckles again*
He did not take this well, to say the least. Spelled himself right back to being a dragon and scared them into leaving off. Hard feat to manage, that. I believe it was entirely because one, he was very insulted and two, there were no weapons in the shelter we were meeting in.
*sighs amusedly*
As I said, not as interesting as the lore from this side. He simply refused to speak of it for the rest of the time i knew him. He did however, blush quite madly as a human though-- he'd accident;y wandered into the princess's bedchamber as she was changing. He'd been tracking down her new gold rings and got quite the veiw, as i was told.
He never really could grasp what to do with someone that didn't.. hm.. have everythign covered, so to speak.
*waves hand*
Though i've rambled enough i suppose... Oh, i must be boring you terriably-- thank you for chatting with an old man, dear.
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It's not boring at all, it's wonderful. I...thank you. Wyvern sounds like he was someone worth knowing, even if he hadn't been a dragon.
And really, I have to thank you, for...well, everything I suppose. *smiles* I'd be very happy to talk to you any time you felt like it.
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