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standingonmyneck) wrote in escordvi2023-12-05 01:03 pm
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[When Daria heard there was a dragon on the loose, Daria of course…couldn’t care less. Not really. There was a mission to find it but random critters on the prowl didn’t seem to cause real damage. It was a baby. If anything, people should be worried about it out there.
…Of course then it hit her that that could very well be a sensible reason why people are trying to find it.
But perhaps, it would find her first. Breaking things at a nearby pottery shop, she watched it cause trouble with the shopkeeper trying to desperately catch it. As bratty as it was being, the shopkeeper’s antics did more than egg it on or frighten it.
Don’t just stand there! Do something!!
God what did he want her to do? Hold out her arms and welcome it in?
…
Daria’s efforts to not frighten the creature did the trick at the moment as it soon found the woman as a welcome escape from the mean shopkeeper. It found her arms and nuzzled in her chest after…it gave a playful bite on her ears.]
OW! What the—?
[Dragon can’t hear her, it fell asleep.
Great. Now she was stuck with it, trying to find a place where it can go. It was untamed, so it will leave her eventually. But it seemed to be content with her non abrasive temperament for now.
All around Eltrut, Daria would be wandering around with the baby dragon precariously in her arms or her shoulder. Daria wanted to get rid of it as peacefully as possible, but it looked like it desperately wanted to play with her…]
…Of course then it hit her that that could very well be a sensible reason why people are trying to find it.
But perhaps, it would find her first. Breaking things at a nearby pottery shop, she watched it cause trouble with the shopkeeper trying to desperately catch it. As bratty as it was being, the shopkeeper’s antics did more than egg it on or frighten it.
Don’t just stand there! Do something!!
God what did he want her to do? Hold out her arms and welcome it in?
…
Daria’s efforts to not frighten the creature did the trick at the moment as it soon found the woman as a welcome escape from the mean shopkeeper. It found her arms and nuzzled in her chest after…it gave a playful bite on her ears.]
OW! What the—?
[Dragon can’t hear her, it fell asleep.
Great. Now she was stuck with it, trying to find a place where it can go. It was untamed, so it will leave her eventually. But it seemed to be content with her non abrasive temperament for now.
All around Eltrut, Daria would be wandering around with the baby dragon precariously in her arms or her shoulder. Daria wanted to get rid of it as peacefully as possible, but it looked like it desperately wanted to play with her…]
[There was a sense of home that she missed. The music she would put on in her dorm room, and the sounds of the guitar as she had her coffee or gave the Lanes a visit.
But there was nothing she could do.
That was until her fated meeting with the duo of bards as she went on the business in this town. The group of people were playing an acoustic guitar, a sound that always rang in her ears as brought her a sense of peace.
She found herself listening for a while. Before they decided she was there for long enough that they just HAD to talk to her. Good lord. Stay around for one second longer…
“Do you want to learn how to play, young one?”
Who asked like that? Who DOES that?
Daria basically protested the obvious avoidance to do any labor today. Until she saw the coin being dropped in their person.
…She needed coin.
—
Daria was a quick learner and it took one bundle of coin to realize she had made the right call to put artistic effort into something else other than her writing.
All through the town she would be playing tunes.
She was into this. Even if she knew she was also already selling out. But she had a goal, and some weird vision. Like coping with her homesickness. Her coin was flowing but maybe she was drawing attention in another way.
Every time she finished a tune, fireworks exploded overhead. Possibly…drawing more attention. She figured why soon enough…but the more people, the more coin.
Nothing else to it, right?]
But there was nothing she could do.
That was until her fated meeting with the duo of bards as she went on the business in this town. The group of people were playing an acoustic guitar, a sound that always rang in her ears as brought her a sense of peace.
She found herself listening for a while. Before they decided she was there for long enough that they just HAD to talk to her. Good lord. Stay around for one second longer…
“Do you want to learn how to play, young one?”
Who asked like that? Who DOES that?
Daria basically protested the obvious avoidance to do any labor today. Until she saw the coin being dropped in their person.
…She needed coin.
—
Daria was a quick learner and it took one bundle of coin to realize she had made the right call to put artistic effort into something else other than her writing.
All through the town she would be playing tunes.
She was into this. Even if she knew she was also already selling out. But she had a goal, and some weird vision. Like coping with her homesickness. Her coin was flowing but maybe she was drawing attention in another way.
Every time she finished a tune, fireworks exploded overhead. Possibly…drawing more attention. She figured why soon enough…but the more people, the more coin.
Nothing else to it, right?]
[One way or another, the blind painter would pull Daria aside and ask to paint her.
Daria wasn’t sure. She didn’t know what she could possibly see in her to want to paint.
”You have…an interesting, deep soul. I want to paint what I feel.”
After some prodding, Daria caved and sat down. A series of questions were asked along the way. Personal questions Daria didn’t want to answer at first but the woman was a genius at making someone as closed off as Daria be convinced of her intentions to paint something meaningful and that she was inspired.
Her damned closed off heart that twinged at the thought of being something deeper to someone else. In a not manipulative way.
That was, until it was all done. And Daria saw the painting.
It was beautiful. In a haunting way. The painting was of a woman, nude and made of glass, weeping. The woman shined like a pearl, but a pearl that could shatter at the slightest touch. The crying the woman did was heavy, hurting. Around her were dark inked thorns with white roses. The thorns pierced her skin, making cracks appear slightly on the body.
…
Daria had no choice but to take it with her and hide it. Various points through the day, she would be carrying this painting with her. Soon enough it would be covered. But Daria wasn’t herself at all. She was even more distant and there was a hint of sadness on her face. Of course, like the painting, she tried to hide it. Certain times through the day, she would be seen trying to want to tear the canvas up, throw it in the ocean, or a dumpster. But she would stare at it sadly instead.]
Daria wasn’t sure. She didn’t know what she could possibly see in her to want to paint.
”You have…an interesting, deep soul. I want to paint what I feel.”
After some prodding, Daria caved and sat down. A series of questions were asked along the way. Personal questions Daria didn’t want to answer at first but the woman was a genius at making someone as closed off as Daria be convinced of her intentions to paint something meaningful and that she was inspired.
Her damned closed off heart that twinged at the thought of being something deeper to someone else. In a not manipulative way.
That was, until it was all done. And Daria saw the painting.
It was beautiful. In a haunting way. The painting was of a woman, nude and made of glass, weeping. The woman shined like a pearl, but a pearl that could shatter at the slightest touch. The crying the woman did was heavy, hurting. Around her were dark inked thorns with white roses. The thorns pierced her skin, making cracks appear slightly on the body.
…
Daria had no choice but to take it with her and hide it. Various points through the day, she would be carrying this painting with her. Soon enough it would be covered. But Daria wasn’t herself at all. She was even more distant and there was a hint of sadness on her face. Of course, like the painting, she tried to hide it. Certain times through the day, she would be seen trying to want to tear the canvas up, throw it in the ocean, or a dumpster. But she would stare at it sadly instead.]
Edited 2023-12-07 00:00 (UTC)
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[ Some might find these tiny creatures nuisances-- and, understandably, they certainly can be-- but Rem finds herself forgiving any and all transgressions.
Up to and including one building a nest of twigs, feathers, and twines right atop her head. In fact, the little home the dragon has built into her hair is rather appropriately secured, with some branches and leaves braided into the brown strands. It makes her more conscious of her posture, if nothing else. There's no denying it's going to be a nightmare untangling it all, but that's a problem for future Rem. Not currently supply-shopping Rem. ]
You, too, huh?
[ She gives the woman a kind smile, gesturing to the tiny dragon wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl. ]
Up to and including one building a nest of twigs, feathers, and twines right atop her head. In fact, the little home the dragon has built into her hair is rather appropriately secured, with some branches and leaves braided into the brown strands. It makes her more conscious of her posture, if nothing else. There's no denying it's going to be a nightmare untangling it all, but that's a problem for future Rem. Not currently supply-shopping Rem. ]
You, too, huh?
[ She gives the woman a kind smile, gesturing to the tiny dragon wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl. ]
Well, I dunno about that. This one hasn’t decided on making me real estate.
[Eyeing the branches and what not. The one around her was content with her shoulder and strands of hair to nibble.]
I feel like I’ve been adopted.
[Eyeing the branches and what not. The one around her was content with her shoulder and strands of hair to nibble.]
I feel like I’ve been adopted.
[Bramblesong let out a yell herself at the meowing and the clawing. Daria didn’t know if she wanted to answer the door, but hearing it was a cat…it probably is lost or ran away.
Cats were better than people. Way better.
So fine, she got up from her cot and opened the door.]
Cats were better than people. Way better.
So fine, she got up from her cot and opened the door.]
[Deathstar immediately throws himself at Daria's leg to rub against it (greeting Bramblesong the same if Bramblesong was close) and then turned and walked back out the door. He flicked his tail and looked over his shoulder at her, meowing loudly once more.]
[ The comment earns a chuckle from Rem, made even softer by how she delicately covers her lips during the laugh. ]
Well, that's not so bad, is it? I hear they're rather territorial-- they'll protect you forever.
Well, that's not so bad, is it? I hear they're rather territorial-- they'll protect you forever.
[ Demyx hadn't exactly seen Daria since they spoke, but that's not that strange. He's kind of semi-reclusive when left to his own devices. His open smile and nature were nothing if not a role he tends to play.
That's why when Daria's admiring her new painting the woman is already reaching for him, grasping his arm.
'There's something unusual about you, I need to paint it.' Is what she says and Demyx clears his throat. ]
Uh...well, I don't think...thanks for the offer and all...
That's why when Daria's admiring her new painting the woman is already reaching for him, grasping his arm.
'There's something unusual about you, I need to paint it.' Is what she says and Demyx clears his throat. ]
Uh...well, I don't think...thanks for the offer and all...
Still.
[It's not like she WASN'T soft on it. Seeing as then it stirred in its sleep before getting a scritching on the chin. Daria would deny it forever, her kindness to it.
She didn't know why she was being so personable all of the sudden.]
They're not like cats or dogs, they're dragons. They should be somewhere where they can't be bothered. You know. By people putting bounties on it, or other flimsy quests.
[It's not like she WASN'T soft on it. Seeing as then it stirred in its sleep before getting a scritching on the chin. Daria would deny it forever, her kindness to it.
She didn't know why she was being so personable all of the sudden.]
They're not like cats or dogs, they're dragons. They should be somewhere where they can't be bothered. You know. By people putting bounties on it, or other flimsy quests.
...Does it really want us to-
[She thought outloud when Bramblesong took the initiative and went after Deathstar. Well, that settled it. Daria had no choice but to follow them both due to her own cat making a break for it.]
Jeez, alright. Just slow the hell down. Where are you two even going?
[She was talking like the cats were understanding her.]
[She thought outloud when Bramblesong took the initiative and went after Deathstar. Well, that settled it. Daria had no choice but to follow them both due to her own cat making a break for it.]
Jeez, alright. Just slow the hell down. Where are you two even going?
[She was talking like the cats were understanding her.]
[...It wasn't any of her business. it really wasn't. She wasn't sure what anyone would gain by getting involved with something like that.
But she couldn't help but turn her head. She heard two familiar voices and looked on, not expecting if she were to find anything.]
But she couldn't help but turn her head. She heard two familiar voices and looked on, not expecting if she were to find anything.]
[ Rem appears pensive. ] In my world, there's a whole kingdom that bonds with dragons. [ And other beasts. But mostly dragons. ]
Maybe the ones here are more solitary...? [ She says this, even as the one atop her head stirs, adjusts one of the twigs, then nestles back down. ] Or maybe not.
Maybe the ones here are more solitary...? [ She says this, even as the one atop her head stirs, adjusts one of the twigs, then nestles back down. ] Or maybe not.
[Bramblesong might not be able to understand Daria, but Deathstar certainly... well, ignored the request to slow down. But did seem to understand that he occasionally needed to wait for Daria to catch up after bounding ahead for a bit, which he used to headbutt and rub against Bramblesong's side as the other cat allowed him.
Though, truthfully, they didn't have far to go. It just took time because of how Deathstar led them around the ship to one of the other cabin doors. At the door, he purred and rubbed up against it, then meowed loudly in demand for entrance.
It was his room. Which he shared with Dongfang Qingcang. But the door was closed and he lacked opposable thumbs.]
Though, truthfully, they didn't have far to go. It just took time because of how Deathstar led them around the ship to one of the other cabin doors. At the door, he purred and rubbed up against it, then meowed loudly in demand for entrance.
It was his room. Which he shared with Dongfang Qingcang. But the door was closed and he lacked opposable thumbs.]
[Aw, naw. This cat didn't just grab the nearest person to try to open the door to his person's room. But he made friends with Bramblesong, who reciprocated affection being a rather agreeable cat. She sighed heavily before knocking on the door.]
Hey, you in there? Your cat's locked out here, he's called for back up.
Hey, you in there? Your cat's locked out here, he's called for back up.
I can't say I'm an expert on dragons. Personally.
[Daria was also pensive but for a different reason, maybe. She cared about these little guys but she felt she had a personal code to treat them as more wild creatures than pets.]
Or the dragons here, for that matter. I just-
[Don't want them to get hurt.]
-don't want them to get hurt out there.
[Shit.]
[Daria was also pensive but for a different reason, maybe. She cared about these little guys but she felt she had a personal code to treat them as more wild creatures than pets.]
Or the dragons here, for that matter. I just-
[Don't want them to get hurt.]
-don't want them to get hurt out there.
[Shit.]
[ Whether the other woman intended to voice the sentiment or not, Rem agrees. ]
How about we ask around, mm? See if there are any others more knowledgeable about raising and caring for little dragons. There might be some who even know where their actual families are! [ And if these dragons come from somewhere, then they can be returned to their homes. ] It's worth finding out, I think.
How about we ask around, mm? See if there are any others more knowledgeable about raising and caring for little dragons. There might be some who even know where their actual families are! [ And if these dragons come from somewhere, then they can be returned to their homes. ] It's worth finding out, I think.
[Deathstar was certainly as presumptuous and demanding as his immortal ruler.
The door opened not more than a couple moments after the knock. Daqiang stood there, eyes already angled down to watch Deathstar attempt to come inside - rubbing against Bramblesong in invitation to join him. The cat was, to his chagrin, blocked immediately by Daqiang's foot. And again, when Deathstar attempted to dart around.
Switching tactics, Deathstar rubbed against that leg and meowed pathetically.
Slowly, Daqiang's eyes rose to meet Daria's as he kept his foot shifting to prevent Deathstar's entry.]
This venerable one banished him to the deck for the day. You are the third he has brought to argue on his behalf.
The door opened not more than a couple moments after the knock. Daqiang stood there, eyes already angled down to watch Deathstar attempt to come inside - rubbing against Bramblesong in invitation to join him. The cat was, to his chagrin, blocked immediately by Daqiang's foot. And again, when Deathstar attempted to dart around.
Switching tactics, Deathstar rubbed against that leg and meowed pathetically.
Slowly, Daqiang's eyes rose to meet Daria's as he kept his foot shifting to prevent Deathstar's entry.]
This venerable one banished him to the deck for the day. You are the third he has brought to argue on his behalf.
Really.
[This guy. Lord, this guy. She wasn't sure about this but she grew trapped here now regardless. They both were.]
He's really insistent then. He's trying really hard to get you to cave. Keeps not working.
[This guy. Lord, this guy. She wasn't sure about this but she grew trapped here now regardless. They both were.]
He's really insistent then. He's trying really hard to get you to cave. Keeps not working.
I've been trying. I assumed I've been asking the wrong people.
Because the most I've gotten was, and I quote: "Oh my god, a dragon I bet that they would bring in good money", "Get that pink thing out of here before I turn into my grandma's ashes", and my personal favorite "I don't know but I suppose you're the mother of dragons now".
[She's been at this for hours.]
Because the most I've gotten was, and I quote: "Oh my god, a dragon I bet that they would bring in good money", "Get that pink thing out of here before I turn into my grandma's ashes", and my personal favorite "I don't know but I suppose you're the mother of dragons now".
[She's been at this for hours.]
[He lets his eyes fall back to watch Deathstar as the cat continued his attempts to move past the foot, alternating between 'rubbing and purring' and 'hope Daqiang is distracted enough now to not catch me this time'.]
His persistence and ingenuity are admirable. He must, however, learn to suffer his punishment with dignity.
[Which Deathstar was definitely not doing.]
He left a hairball on this venerable one's bed.
[And Daqiang discovered it after coming back from his bath. By laying down on it. Forcing him to launder his own bedding and retake his bath before he could get any sleep the night before. A day on deck was completely fair.]
His persistence and ingenuity are admirable. He must, however, learn to suffer his punishment with dignity.
[Which Deathstar was definitely not doing.]
He left a hairball on this venerable one's bed.
[And Daqiang discovered it after coming back from his bath. By laying down on it. Forcing him to launder his own bedding and retake his bath before he could get any sleep the night before. A day on deck was completely fair.]
I see. [ Gah, she can hear the exhaustion in the other woman's voice. Seems that she's rather exasperated, as well as defeated. Those answers truly don't inspire confidence. ]
In that case... why don't you take a little break? I can try to find out what I can for you.
In that case... why don't you take a little break? I can try to find out what I can for you.
[Well gee, now Daria just felt bad. She let out a sigh again before closing her eyes. The dragon snored in her ear.]
No. No, I started it. I should finish it.
Besides I’m the only one really complaining. I kind of promised people I would do that less if I had the energy to do something about what I’m complaining about.
No. No, I started it. I should finish it.
Besides I’m the only one really complaining. I kind of promised people I would do that less if I had the energy to do something about what I’m complaining about.
Edited 2023-12-15 02:40 (UTC)
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