Arikarka
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Post by Arikarka on Feb 6, 2019 18:49:38 GMT
Listening in turn, her usual quirks of something being in motion staying still - a subtle proof how serious she considered this conversation and the level of focus she attended to it. Her wings were perhaps a bit more dull, if you looked hard enough, but the morning rays re-brightened any dim spots that might have shown.
Malakbel made several good points, and as he kept going, picking piece by piece her stance and viewpoints, she felt herself losing a grip, so to speak, on the cheerful upbeat personal she had around her shoulders. Their conversation metamorphized into one that discussed the humanity of people in general. Curious - rarely, if ever, had this sort of conversation she'd had with people concerning her lifetimes turned into something like this. A ghost of a smile curled on her lips, but she let him continue without interrupting just as he had to her.
She was about to speak up when it seemed he was done, looking into the sky, but she paused mid-start when he looked back at her. His statement here? Her eyes widened, the yellow forming rings around her pupils in surprise. Her posture froze, just enough, that she looked a moment like a statue - her only 'movement' her feathers and hair moving in the breeze. Nothing else.
There was silence then.
The waves crashed below, shattering against the rocky craggy cliffside. The wind whistled its own language through the few brambles and hollow cracks of their little alcove.
"Never." Her voice had less of an accent to it. It was still her voice, undoubtedly and unmistakably, but it didn't have the sassy spark it generally did. Slower paced too, as if each word were being carefully weighted and considered (for once) before speaking. The roguish swag wasn't there. Replacing it? A more polished and posh voice. An almost noble's voice. "Has anyone, ever, stated what you 'ave just now, in such ah way." The wind continued to whistle as the waves kept up their steady drumbeats below. "And had those words ring true."
"There is a price to pay for this long life. All magic has a price after all. It's ne'er without consequences." Her hand drifted up to clutch around, absentmindedly, the ring around her neck. "It's just as you say. It takes more and more to find that spark still. Requires more creativity. More seeking. More thrill. More risk." She only just now blinked - her voice a million leagues away from just sitting here on the cliffside. "But it's nae impossible." Her tone was coming back, the sounds and sass that made Citrine Citrine, began creeping back in. "En fact? Et's made very possible when ye 'ave others just like ye at ye side. Someone else goin' through teh same trials, teh same searchin', teh same …. Crazy tha' this path o' livin' over an' over ends up bein'."
Movement came back into her posture, little stretches to loosen the muscles again from being so stock-still, even for that short of time. "After all, teh elves live ah long time, Aye'd just be considered an adult en their lifetime at teh rounded three'undred Aye am. Teh dragons tae. Ah lot o' magic users tae - wizards an' sorcerers alike - warlocks included - unlock ah long life once they've practiced their arts sae long." In that perspective? She was still rather young for the overarching expanse she had planned still.
The smile that had ghosted onto her face earlier started to come back. "But ye see? This - this es what makes et worth et." She pointed at him. "Just 'cause Aye've might have seen similar events play out before? Knae strategically just what someon'e might dae? Ye knever knae what's gonna happen. There's always somethin' tha' someone does knaeone's done before. Until they dae et? All possibilities are open. Ye're teh first tae framework me whole long-lived lives like ye had - an' Aye've had plenty. Ne'er one as blunt as ye, an' Aye knae blunt people aplenty."
She cocked her head a bit and stuck out her tongue. "An' who's tae sae Aye don' stick around? Just because Aye switch out characters like ah playwright don' mean Aye don' stay en touch with those Aye've meet or befriended. Aye keep an eye on their sprogs, and teh sprog's sprogs ef enough time 'as passed fer their race. Me story ne'er dies, et just keeps goin'." Perhaps, it would seem, she was afraid of being forgotten.
She watched him now, blinking only once in awhile. "People are mysteries, an' each one unique. No two are teh same. Mix en teh other planes o' existence? An' there be ah spread o' people, lifetimes, places, an events tae live through. All this ne'er can be teh same. Everyon's got worth, an deserve tae be heard. With all this variety? Et really, truly, doesn't take tha' much effort tae find something new an' exciting tae occupy meself with. Thrills aren't just freefallin', o' sailing through ah storm, o' flying teh eye o' ah hurricane. Et's… everyon'e else around, from teh mundane smithy tae teh highest noble. Doesn't take pretendin' tae care fer those around."
The last bit, being labeled a pretender, stung like a whiplash across the shoulder blades - biting into her persona and tearing with barbs to her core. It was true, a majority of her was an act, how could it not be? But that didn't make her less real, or made her consider herself above others, or even below. She wasn't exactly like everyone else… but she wasn't fully disconnected either.
"Aye don't consider meself tae be stepped outta time, just someone who's stepping en fer ah quick pint an' then walkin' out." She felt she needed to defend herself, downy feathers bristling a bit like a dog's would. "Tha' would be cruel, ah game tha' ye cheatin' en. Sure, some things dae matter tae me - coin fer one. Aye've nae problem spendin' et or giftin tae people - possessions an' wealth don't last forever. But Aye value what Aye value, an' live by me Code, an take teh positives with teh negatives, the sweets an' teh lashings, tha' come with et."
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Post by Malakbel on Feb 8, 2019 23:55:44 GMT
"Well" Said the Yuan-ti then with a smug grin on his face "It only makes sense. That the only Yuan-ti you wound up talking to is not only the hottest, but also, the smartest" Declared.
It was as usual his way to take away from the weight of any situation. Life was a grim thing to him, and that was it's true face. It was an impersonal, evil world, and a dark sense of humor was necessary to go by. The other option was, to him, being naive and harmless which was just about the worst state of being. That of someone just waiting to be preyed upon.
"Well, but how many elves that old have you met? Surely they are reclusive, they only come out of their trees to wave their fists at you and tell you to get off their lawn... Or maybe not. See I've often had this question... If elves live that long, do they age normally until adolescence or adulthood... Or do they literally take longer to grow up like being a baby for twenty years straight can you imagine that? That would sap the life out of any parent, no wonder they wouldn't want anything except being left alone for two hundred years afterwards."
He chuckled, and then with both hands firmly placed where they were sitting he started to fall back until his back was against the surface as well.
"That's only liches, so they don't count. And I've never met any so they might as well be a myth... Or maybe not. Maybe there is a secret to actual everlasting life that Wizards can achieve... But they want to keep it secret because otherwise everyone would do it and they wouldn't be so special anymore. You can't really believe anything anyone says on the matter..."
Commented while giving it some thought. While Citrine had a positive outlook on life he wondered how much of that was out of necessity to not go insane. Or maybe, he considered, it was simply part of her physiology. That she had been built that way the same way fishes had gills. It would be bad design otherwise.
"I don't know Red. I feel like I've already seen it all as far as people go. But maybe that's because I always see the worst in people the moment I lay eyes on them, and those bits stick, and repeat like bad comedy all over wherever I look. I figure we'll know the answer to that in a hundred years from now... But look on the bright side, come that moment you'll be able to say "Hey I know that guy" and some guy will say to you "Of course you do know him, our lord master, savior and god" and you'll say "I call him Malakbel, for short""
He had opted to not dig any deeper into the issue. He had gotten the feeling that that idea, was just about one of the few last things she had going for her. Taking it away would be an act of cruelty. But he had that ability, did he not. To see the worst in people.
"But seriously now"
He said then getting serious again
"How come you've never, ever, ever had any children. That sucks, big time."
That fine line he always drew between sarcasm and a serious thing.
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Citrine
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Post by Citrine on Feb 9, 2019 3:27:07 GMT
When Malakbel switched to ego-centric humor? She grinned, matching his boast with a flick of her wing up and over to knock him upside the head. "Really Mala? Leave tha' sorta humor tae those who 'ave beauty behind et." She teased him, though she gave him an apprising whistle regardless and an innuendo worth wink and smile. "After all, Aye'm still decidin' ef et's worth takin' ye under me rule as Queen o' this kingdom." She harkened back to their first meeting.
As for elves? "Oh, very reclusive. Full an' half both, though teh latter can be ah bit more social ef et suits 'em." Not Holly though, that was for sure. Perhaps it was due to being born human as well, reincarnating into a half-elf that gave her the less than stellar charismatic charm most of the race had. "Et's ah slower growing, but teh adulthood years take longer. Aye only stayed an elf until Aye hit about 70 o' so, though Aye started at teh elven equivalent o' late twenties." She commented on her elven life casually. "Lil' buggers are raised tae be quite self sufficient an' proud, an' et shows. Least they were back 'ome." It was possible the elves of this world were different from those she knew - but at the same turn? She bet there were enough similarities to pass it off as fine.
Matching his pose in laying out across the rock Citrine awkwardly flexed her wings above her head. She really did hate lying on her back - the wing joints just weren't comfortable to lay on top of. Of course, if certain… activities… were distracting her it was easy enough to ignore… but still. It wasn't in her nature to keep on her back. "Ye can believe me, Mala." She offered, a tone that seemed to ask for a better friendship then perhaps they already had between them. "Et may nae be teh truest en ah academic sense - Aye'm nae one tae trust teh pages o' books. But Aye dae promise ye Aye speak o' me experiences truthfully, as Aye percieve, an' 'ave lived through 'em." She turned her head to the side so se could observe his profile stretched on the rocks.
"Ef ye truly feel tha' way?" She chirped question, the scent in her wings changing to colored wax. Crayons. She was up to something. "Then let me be ye seein' eye bird!" She grinned, and impulsively pushed up off the ground and swung her legs up and over so she was now straddling his waist, just above his hips, and leaning down over his chest and face.. "Aye'll 'ave tae show ye there's moar tae life than just teh worst en people. Sae? How's et sound, M'lord" She drawled the nickname with all the sarcasm and dry wit she had in her disposal. "Let me show ye ah whole new world, where ye first thoughts aren't just tha' o' depressin' flaws en people." She barely weighed anything, sitting as she was. It was true, what'd she'd said their first day. She was fragile, full of hollow bones and feathers.
And at the child comment? She shoved his shoulders down with both palms and wing-buffeted both wings up to knock him on either side of his head - not hard enough to destroy his hearing, but a solid enough contact to drive her annoyance home. "Nae desire tae 'ave sprogs o' me own." She rolled her eyes. "Least, nae yet. Plus?" She cocked her head and grinned down at him, a devilish smile. "Me mate an' Aye are both females, an Aye doubt me Lass would care tae carry any sprog o' our own tae term." The very thought of Orin carrying a child? It was enough to send her into a fit of giggles at the mental image. "Aye've lifetymes tae want ah child still. An' seein' me friends 'ave kids es enough fer me. Aye'm like, teh best Aunt ever." There was a hidden private joke in that statement, seen only in the tells of her facial muscles holding back an even deeper laugh. "Why Mala? Ye want ah clutch o' eggs yeself tae father over?"
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Post by Malakbel on Feb 9, 2019 7:25:34 GMT
"That's what I keep telling you" He deflected back at her with that same grin. Elves were a strange thing to him, living that long. They weren't quite the same thing but he figured really old elves grew dettatched from the world no matter what they said. And that was why some of their customs seemed so alien to other people. That they would concern themselves with things humans simply didn't care as much for. Lifespans had a way to narrow down that different species considered important to themselves. He'd never gotten along with any elf.
He gave her a sideways glance when she mentioned talking about her experiences truthfully. Not that he wasn't going to call her a liar for no reason, he really thought she was being genuine as far as she knew and that certainly counted for something. Him? Well, books were written by people. And academic books too, hard to come by the were, but written by people too. The only thing that was not biased in any way as magic itself, glorious as it was. Thus, as one could not lie about magic the only equivalent to being biased about it was telling half-truths or simply omitting the truth altogether.
The change of smell didn't tip him off at all, still with his policy about not taking anything for granted, and when she turned around and sat on top of him both of his elbows instinctively reached pressed against the ground at this sides. Feats of strength were almost effortless to him, in spite of what someone might have guessed after learning he was a wizard, but it still could be felt. His body was hard under her, and it got harder the moment that modicum of strength pressed onto the ground, barely lifting his body upwards a couple centimeters. It wasn't something done electrically, instantly, but like a slow, steady rise.
With those words, he thought she was about to throw a spell on him. Was she? He had better be ready with a counterspell in mind.
He was actually surprised at the how little she weighed. In earlier days he had joked about juggling her, now he realised he probably actually could. Even if she jumped on him, it'd do little to even be felt that hard. What was felt was the wing-hit against one side of his head.
"Agh, what the hell" He complained in falsely hurt tone, half a crooked smile upon his lips as he looked into her eyes.
"Well I got to admit" Said then finally resting his head fully back, letting his whole body fall against the floor not caring whether she could mantain her balance after the drop. He brought both hands behind his head as if to cushion it, to make it more comfortable. "The fact that you don't lay eggs makes you less attractive. But don't let this bring you down, you'd still make it top ten bird-girls in the city. There are plenty of people who can't lay eggs that made it big time."
The Yuan-ti chuckled
"Well of course I do, what's hotter than that? Hell, if I had even lived half as long as you by now I'd have a small army running about, entire clans or something, getting ready to take over the world. It's too good an opportunity to pass up!"
It was hard to know if he was joking or not, but it was one of those moments where one could ascertain that there was some truth to his words even if it was probably exaggerated. probably. The revelation about her partner being female didn't shook him at all, he felt slightly disappointed because he had imagined some super macho bird with long wild hair and eagle wings or something along those lines. And now it was the same thing, but with tits. All in all, he didn't dislike same sex pairings, but to him... It felt like a waste of time. Fun, but entirely dependant on time. If you had a long life then why not? If you didn't, then... That complicated things a bit. That was again his logical way of looking at things as per usual.
"Is this the moment where you cast a spell on me?" He asked then "Some phoenix magic that will make me high and see the pretty colors?" Called out on her with a smug grin.
He didn't mind the physical proximity, and had little to no shame. Her hands did not have any sharp object in them, if she were to cast a spell they would be on equal footing, he thought.
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Citrine
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Post by Citrine on Feb 9, 2019 19:25:30 GMT
“Oi, Mala, ye wound me!” She sat back and placed a dramatic hand to her chest, wings flaring out and behind as she collapsed backwards down his legs as if fainting on a couch. She laid there, prone, as he went on and on about the attractiveness of having children. She just whined more dramatically at each inclusion. Only top ten! There were barely a handful of bird-folk here! Unless he was counting the griffins… Oh the horror!
Really. Children. She felt like, despite the ages and time she’d lived she was more a kid herself more often than not. Yes, she’d commanded crews of men and women out at sea. Yes, she’d had a heavy burden the last 100 years of being in the high position of serving her deity – taking on more responsibility than she’d ever wanted in all lifetimes combined… though the effect had been good for her. As childish as she was? The values of the Code kept her firm in her beliefs and behavior. With how often she planned… or at least once planned… a scroll list of lives and professions it wouldn’t be fair to bring any child into her way of life. No. She’d settle for being a watchful guardian as the centuries went on.
Wing-sweeping herself back up to reposition how she had been before, adjusting slightly so her elbow was dead center on his chest with her head in her palms, other hand tracing absent shapes where it pleased. Her laughter was a mix of a birdsong trill-whistle and a bardic heartiness. “Ha! Me magic does as et wills, Aye won’t tempt anythin’ stronger than ah cantrip unless Aye ‘ave tae.” She told him, her magic’s behavioral problems not ever having been brought up. Least not in detail. “Aye risk me life each mornin’ as et es castin’ an extended mage armor – an’ ah few others ef Aye feel necessary. Tis why Aye put enough distance between me an’ teh city when Aye can fer it. Ah handful o’spells, each with teh potential tae kill me outright ef Aye haven’t sung teh me Father his due? Aye’d ‘ate tae burn down teh inn.”
She leaned down to whisper in his ear, weight shifting according to the movement. Her tail feathers flicked back and forth on either side like a cat… or a cunning fox… as the scent around them became a mix of candlesmoke and ozone. “Aye dane need any o’ me magic tae cast ah spell on ye Mala. After all, ye’re teh one tae follow me up ‘ere, didn’t have tae lift ah finger. Nae… imagine what ye’ll dae fer me ah month fern ae? Ah year? Me Yuani-ti, Aye’ve already got ye en me Court, ye just dan’ realize et yet.” She blew in his ear, just to be annoying, and pulled back a bit. “Course, ef ye truly want tae smell colors an taste sounds? Aye dae ‘ave ah special herb en me trunk Aye bring out ferm time tae time.” The offhand offer of mind-altering drugs probably didn’t seem too out of place.
As she spoke the feather she'd twirled in her fingers earlier, and had been palmed away for later, returned to being spun between her thumb and finger. She looked at the feather, then down to Mala, then back to the feather, before holding it out. “Nae magic, Aye promise. Just friendship.” The feather itself was about 4-5 inches long and seemed like it had been dipped in the morning sunrise. The quill itself was a dark red, the wispy pin feathers a light cream and gold. Moving up the barbs the color deepend through gold, copper, red, and blood – with the barring and specks on it the same copper-red of her unique hair shade.
“There’s magic en ah phoenix feather, freely given.” She went on, “A strong magic component, aye, but et’s ‘ere tae also remind ye, Mala, tha’ there’s things worth livin’ fer. Warmth, an’ light. Others around ye. Friends. Ah light at teh end o' teh darkness ye keep lettin' yeself fall entae.” She smiled as she looked at the feather again, as if it was the first time she’d seen it. When held in the light? An oily sheen gave the barbs a deep violet look, like oil tended to. It really was beautiful. “Nae many ‘ave one o’ these.” She commented lightly, “Keep et in ah drawer, use et en ah spell, o keep et on ye – see what sorta good luck et brings ye.” There was a warmth to the feather when held against skin. Of course, it could have been a trick of the grip, or a pretend of the mind. “Aye like tae be ye friend, Malakbel, ef ye’ll ‘ave me as such.” It was almost like a ceremony of sorts, there being a slight heaviness in the air. Something about the way she was presenting the feather went beyond just casual friendship.
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Post by Malakbel on Feb 25, 2019 0:03:13 GMT
He was having a hard time not laughing at her antics when she started to perform about. Casting mage armor the way she said it only made sense, being prepared. The only reason he did not so himself was because he thought good old fashioned armor was a better answer to that problem, as it couldn't be dispelled or countered by anything short of a giant axe.
"Wait, what? I think I got a little bit lost in the translation there. You mean you would burn the Inn if you are not able to perform this ritual? As in you'd willingly set things on fire as some kind of offering, or you mean that you would literally kind of explode? I mean I don't mean to pry but I got to know. Imagine if we get invited to a nobleman's house for dinner because we're the most attractive people in town and he's taken notice, but when we arrive he drugs us and takes us prisioner. And I wake up chained up to a wall next to you. And you're chained too and you can't do the ritual. Would I need to be worried about you exploding?"
The way he said that sounded like he was half joking, and half actually concerned about that being a possibility, if Citrine was a time bomb only kept at bay due to a certain ritual he would like to know. And he was taking what she said as something that was true to her, no need to show disbelief about it.
"Well of course I'd come here, can't let my first servant be blackmailed or something, that would make for a terrible first impression."
Commented, waving with his hand at the suggestion of the herbs that would make him see funny colors.
"Substances don't really work on me. You'd be surprised at what I have to do to get drunk."
When it came down to it, he accepted the feather slowly, considering it and taking in the details he could see. Finally, two of his fingers converged on it and grabbed hold. Noticing the slight, warm temperature it held. This was an interesting development for him, it was physical evidence. It was something he could try to perform magic on, research about, put apart and play with. He let it move through his fingers, passing it from one to another with a curious look, before finally lifting his gaze back again against hers.
"Well... I was hoping for lord and master, but I guess friend's a good a start as any"
Accepted with a smirk. The thought of having friends was something foreign to him, as were the boundaries that implied. It was something he had only heard of in theory and had his own assumptions about how such relationships worked, so he played it by ear and did whatever he felt, or rather, thought, was right in any given moment. He was a difficult person for anyone not possessing either a relaxed sense of humor, or an inordinate ammount of patience. The significance of the feather was at that moment in itself, beyond her words, lost on him yet, though he imagined it naturally had the same significance as giving someone a lock of one's hair. Not that big of a deal, but if you knew you were giving it to a wizard things then took on another meaning. That made it more important.
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Citrine
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Post by Citrine on Feb 25, 2019 15:11:11 GMT
Head back laughing, Citrine calmed his fears. "Nae, ye eejit. Me spellcasting can tend tae be dangerous. Aye've ah…." She stalled off, numbers not her strong suit. "A very low chance each spell Aye cast tha's nae ah cantrip tae end up 'aving strange results. One o' which, es ah firey ball o' phoenix fire. Et's only 'appened once - everyone survived, an' teh ship was repaired, nae big deal." She grinned then, as if pleased it was only the once and quite proud it had ended up as well as it had. "Other effects include bein' turned blue, gettin' dizy, an' turnin' invisible without realizing et." The scene he presented though had her thinking of other things. "An… ef Aye wake up chained tae ah wall with ye next tae me? Somehow? Aye'm blaming ye."
Dropping suddenly from her sitting position on his hips to a push up position, wings catching her fall before she'd hit the ground (and Mala, by default), Citrine hovered up into the air with a performer's flare and backflipped to a standing position. She was pleased he'd taken the feather. "Aye'm only ever callin' one being Captain, Mala an' et ain't ye. But this es grand! Nae, dane't hurt yeself en studyin' teh feather. Ye'll just hurt ye head." It was a twisted sort of challenge, paired with a warning at the same time. As she chatted? She was picking up her scarf, re-twining it around her waist and tucking into the pocket folds her ritual items.
Standing now with her back to the sun, Citrine stretched her hand out to offer aid in helping Malakbel stand up. "Come on Lad, breakfast es waitin'. Already been out 'ere longer than Aye thought Aye would be, an' Aye'm starving." Her wings fluttered as the waxy playful smell began to roll off of them. A mischievous grin soon matched the smell, pairing with the few steps back to the edge she was taking. Her tail flicked like a feathered fox plume getting ready to pounce. "Last on' back at teh Ship's Prow buys breakfast this morn!"
With that? Citrine free-fell off the cliff. Skydiving, feeling the rush of the morning chill her skin she twisted, wings tight around her, before they snapped back open to catch her only a few feet above the ocean. The only thing left in her wake was the gleeful morning kree echoing with the waves, and an abandoned wizard with only his familiar standing on a random cliff side perch overlooking the Sword Coast - an a laughing bird woman banking above the waves to head back to Waterdeep.
Skimming the waves with a taloned toe Citrine spared a glance back up to the cliff side where she'd left Malakbel. Really, in a lot of ways, he unnerved her - accurately perceiving through her outer layers, especially in so short a time. It sent little goosebumps down her arms, prickling the skin and drawing attention to his words. She'd not met anyone quite like him before, not in a long time. In a lot of ways? He reminded her of Blue - of Mani Decard, the once Hurricane King and leader of the Free Captains she'd sailed with years ago. He, too, had a keen eye for seeing through people's exteriors and to pinpoint what was underneath. She was anxious yet excited to see where their friendship would lead. There'd been no doubt or hesitation in her offer - there was something intriguing she found in the Yuan-ti.
Maybe she'd order him a plate of eggs when she got back to the Prow… never mind, of course, that by the time he got back? They'd be cold at best, or room temperature at worst. He had said he'd been wanting eggs all week. It was the least she could do, for a friend.
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Post by Malakbel on Mar 2, 2019 0:13:59 GMT
"You know for some reason" He said "That doesn't sound reassuring. Is it like you could be doing some kind of cantrip and have your surroundings explode into fire? Or does it have to be- Ah, alright, no cantrip. Good. But still is it immediate or you can... feel it coming? Like with enough time to shout everyone to cover? Is it a viable strategy to grab you up, shake you and toss you at the enemy of a fight comes up?"
He was either too tired or too lazy to move from his current stance, so he instead watched her display of acrobatics with a bit of amusement. He was thinking on how weird it would be to actually have an extra pair of limbs that also doubled as wings. Would it be like having two extra uncoordinated hands? His mind never really, truly came to a halt with the questions and answers.
"Nah, Captain's for sailors. Lord and master is where it's at"
He replied with a smirk. He put in the least ammount of effort into moving, like instead of actually trying to move himself he was trying to convince his body to move from the spot with varying degrees of success. His limbs didn't seem to move, but the startup energy was there, gathering, like some kind of experimental, soundless engine.
"Oh don't worry... I know exactly what kind of experiments I'm going to run on this bad boy..."
Said as he locked eye contact with her, giving her the dirtiest look possible as he slowly ran the feather down his lips. His dirtiest look however was his ideal aproximation of the kind of look he had seen in other's people faces and what he assumed to be the proper expression to convey such emotions. He wasn't really a good liar when it came to human emotion. Eventually, the expression faded and with a small groan he willed himself up, standing, and very, very carefully began removing himself from the edge. It would have been funny to see him try and drag himself away from there, but frankly the fall was more than enough to convince him not falling was top priority.
"Yes... Probably"
He said as he reached out with one hand and accepted her help. It wasn't like she was about to say long live the queen and push him over. Right? And moments later she sprung free, spread her wings and flew off by throwing herself off, and seconds afterwards was cackling mad as she flew away. The Yuan-ti put both of his hands around his mouth like an improvised cone and shouted.
"You misspelled first! First to arrive pays, obviously"
He doubted that was going to work, really, but that was the best he could come up with on such short notice. Then, with care he began slowly walking her way back down towards the city taking in a few moments to appreciate his sorroundings. He wondered what were really the limits of magic and if they were such, and if there were limits to what could be achieved with magic then on how could one go beyond that. For instance, the shield against dragons that the city possessed. How did that came to be? He wanted to research that. Find a way to reverse engineer the process, maybe.
Then there was the subject of the "colleges" or "schools" of wizardry in the city. He had to finally get in touch with one and get his hands dirty so to say it. It was only at that point that he really started to realise that his stay in the city could be less permanent that he had thought of at first glance. Time would tell. For the moment being, he made note about making a long distance teleport spell, because sure as hell walking could be so time consuming sometimes...
Maybe the feather would prove useful in that regard. After further examination, maybe a spell to grow wings? That would be exciting... If only to see the expression on Citrine's face afterwards.
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