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[dracoleoresin]

Who: Myrrh & anyone else!
Open: Open!
When: Day 304, late afternoon
Where: In front of the Skyway bridge and wandering about the Bastion.
What: Myrrh
Format: Action tags preferred but I'll match!
Warnings: N/A

[Dragons flying back in from the Skyway shouldn't be a new sight to anyone who's been on the Bastion for more than a day—but the silhouette this time isn't the same; smaller, more lithe than the familiar grandpadragon, and as the form comes closer it's easier to see the lack of tatters in the golden scales and wings.

Light engulfs the dragon as it descends, and the form shifts and shrinks. By the time it touches ground and the light fades, there stands instead a girl, certainly no older than twelve or so—with familiar dragon wings on her back, extended to catch her balance as she staggers forward a couple of steps.

Myrrh clutches her dragonstone tight to her chest and glances about, wild-eyed. She can't find familiarity in anyone or anything, and she doesn't know what to make of this place.

They had been so close to Renais—just another day's march and they'd be at the castle, Ephraim had told her, but she had woken up and no one was there. She followed the presence of magic here, and taken on her dragon form when the beasts chased after her—but no, this does not seem right; as little as she knows about the world outside her woods, this place looks nothing like the rest of the paths they've traveled. She knows something is wrong.

When she starts to wander, she keeps her wings pressed against her sides and her dragonstone in her white-knuckled hands. She meets no one's stares, but halts at voices, even if she isn't being spoken to. Being on her own has only brought her trouble; she can't let her guard down.]

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[wayofvoice]

It's sometime after that Myrrh has likely talked to other people and learned more about the Bastion that there's the sound of flapping wings- much heavier than what her own had made. Paarthurnax is back from his daily hunt, he lands by the lakeside where the Horkers eye him suspiciously but seem content to give him his room.

Likely, Myrrh will see him. Paarthurnax is not a subtle individual.

[dracoleoresin]

The sound of wings makes Myrrh jump—she eyes the dragon in its flight, expecting the worst; true dragons, rare and scattered as they may be, are monsters as she knows them. But no panic arises from anyone nearby, the dragon seems passive enough right now, and she was already told about other draconian residents... Maybe it is another Manakete.

But goodness, is she nervous. What if she just kind of...lingers around the edge of the lake. Eventually shuffling between nearby trees and things is going to get her noticed and acknowledged, right?

[wayofvoice]

For a while, it seems as though Paarthurnax is content to just drink his feel before laying a while. Eventually, however, his long serpentine neck twists until he can calmly glance in the direction where the young one is fidgeting.

"Drem yol lok." His voice is aged and calm, a low rumble issuing out from his throat. "It seems that you are new here, young one."

[dracoleoresin]

"Yes," she answers, voice quiet, and spends another couple of seconds fidgeting in place before she approaches the very edge of the river, closest to where he faces. True dragons, in her world, do not speak, though his voice lacks the familiar echoing resonance she knows from other Manaketes.

That he speaks gently to her is enough, though. Her wings stay comfortably unfurled, though not to their full span, at her sides. She adds, "I only found this place a few hours ago."

[wayofvoice]

A fond puff of air is blown her way from his nostrils, the best way he can show his affection. As far as he can tell, she is much like Ryu- another with traits of his kind yet more human in appearance than himself.

"You have found good luck, then. The Bastion has much work to be done to it... Yet it is the safest haven we have found. Hopefully, you will feel at ease here."

[dracoleoresin]

The gesture has her flinch at first, but in barely a second she starts giggling; her first smile since her arrival. This place still is unfamiliar and strange, and the absence of her companions weighs down her heart—but she could learn ease here, perhaps.

"Everyone has been very kind to me," she says, the bright warmth in her expression still lingering. "I am very grateful." After a moment, she adds, "Ah, forgive me for forgetting my manners—my name is Myrrh." She curtsies low as she says it; the gesture, reserved for her elders, has been unused since she set out with Ephraim, but this kindly old dragon is more than deserving.

[wayofvoice]

"There are many kind individuals here. They will gladly offer any help you may need in the passing days." He gives a shallow bow of his head in turn to her.

"Including myself. I am Paarthurnax."

[dracoleoresin]

"I am honored to meet you, Paarthurnax, and I'm fortunate to have your aid. Thank you. But this place..." Her voice falters, just so, and she glances away from him, clutching her hands against her chest. "It is so different. I don't know where to begin."

[wayofvoice]

"There is much to learn here." Another reassuring puff of warm air. "If you wish to stay with me while you adjust, I always welcome the company of others. I can share what I know."

[dracoleoresin]

"It truly wouldn't be an imposition?" Even as he says it, though, her excitement gets the better of her; her wings flutter and she lifts herself a couple of feet off the ground, not quite crossing over to him but ready to. "I...I would be very happy to. Thank you."

[wayofvoice]

"We must be there for one another, yes?" He can't puff some air at her without likely blowing her away or off balance, so Paarthurnax instead gives a simple low happy rumble.