beheld_beauty
"Would this place Elasirae's size under his own control, or yours?" asks Rose. "If the latter, it might make more sense for myself or perhaps Sarion to enchant him."
beheld_beauty
"I imagine Sarion will not mind helping you if you ask her when you go home, then. She has the advantage of not needing a channel. And then you will be able to visit the Gentle Cave or any other smallish locations that struck your fancy."
Alright, Procellor shrugs. Let me know if you need me to help with size issues.
Yvae and Pyranir are at last untangled. Pyranir is busy cleaning his wings of dirt from the scuffle, but Yvae wanders up to Elasirae, looking up at him. So... What magic do you have? Mommy and daddy have lots! I bet you can do all kinds of cool things!
Yvae and Pyranir are at last untangled. Pyranir is busy cleaning his wings of dirt from the scuffle, but Yvae wanders up to Elasirae, looking up at him. So... What magic do you have? Mommy and daddy have lots! I bet you can do all kinds of cool things!
Pyranir stares up at him, with big eyes. Then, Elasirae has a little hatchling coming at him for cuddles. This is followed by the second hatchling present.
That's so sad! says Pyranir, in a squeaky voice, attaching himself to Elasirae's nearest limb.
I'm so sorry! You can be a dragon here and we can find a way to get you magic! Yvae proclaims, from under a wing.
Even the adult dragons look sad; Procellor walks over and looks at him, pity clear on his face. His mate lowers her head, in sorrow.
"I am so sorry. Would it help if we didn't do anything magical in front of you?" Procellor offers.
That's so sad! says Pyranir, in a squeaky voice, attaching himself to Elasirae's nearest limb.
I'm so sorry! You can be a dragon here and we can find a way to get you magic! Yvae proclaims, from under a wing.
Even the adult dragons look sad; Procellor walks over and looks at him, pity clear on his face. His mate lowers her head, in sorrow.
"I am so sorry. Would it help if we didn't do anything magical in front of you?" Procellor offers.
beheld_beauty
"Magic is a little easier to come by brand-new when there are kindly-disposed Bells around," Rose points out dryly.
The hatchlings make a synchronized sad sound. They don't believe him. He's obviously putting on a brave face.
You're a brave dragon, Elasirae. Strength of wind and fierceness of fire go with you, says their mother, solemnly.
Elasirae does not look like he's going to be free of hatchling cuddles anytime soon. They still look so sad.
You're a brave dragon, Elasirae. Strength of wind and fierceness of fire go with you, says their mother, solemnly.
Elasirae does not look like he's going to be free of hatchling cuddles anytime soon. They still look so sad.
Hatchling cuddles continue. Procellor's illusion tears - and he returns to his dragon form, to cuddle his mate. They all look pensive and sad.
Softly, Procellor offers, If you'd like, we will let you have a portion of our hoard. It's the least we can do, for - for a fellow dragon that is without magic of his own.
This is a big deal for dragons of this type. Elasirae probably has no idea, but it's somewhat unheard of. It would be appropriate to be either in awe, or reasonably respectful. If incredibly suspicious.
And if there is a way to let you use the magic you have, we will help in any way we can, adds his mate.
Softly, Procellor offers, If you'd like, we will let you have a portion of our hoard. It's the least we can do, for - for a fellow dragon that is without magic of his own.
This is a big deal for dragons of this type. Elasirae probably has no idea, but it's somewhat unheard of. It would be appropriate to be either in awe, or reasonably respectful. If incredibly suspicious.
And if there is a way to let you use the magic you have, we will help in any way we can, adds his mate.
beheld_beauty
"Sarion is the Bell for his world, not me, and I do not expect she would think very highly of you barging in for the express purpose of giving someone a thing he does not appear to want."