First Word :: Day 114

[wayofvoice]

Who: Paarthurnax OR Aoi, and you!
Status: Open
When: Day 114, towards the 'evening'
Where: The Bastion
What: Two new arrivals make their way in. One of them is a cute teenage girl. The other is a giant dragon.

[Sometime towards the end of Day 114, a few people watching the Skyway might notice something very big making its way towards the Bastion. Big and airborne, for that matter. It's upon the Bastion in very little time, an enormous wyvern if you want to be technical and simply dragon if you don't. When it lands at the entrance to the Bastion, the earth shakes a bit and it lowers its head...]

[Huh, that sure is a cute teenage girl seated on its neck.]

[Anyone particularly close might be able to hear a brief exchange between the two of them.]

Now we part ways. They would react better to you, I believe. Zu'u fen pek het. I will wait here.

Guess so, huh... Okay! We'll meet up later, then!

[With that, the girl sets off to investigate while the dragon waits near the Skyway as he observes from a distance.]

[Who do you approach?]

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[wayofvoice]

[He had been taking in the smells of the onsen nearby when he realizes that someone is taking the initiative to approach him and shifts his attention, movements slow and thought through. The little creature on her shoulder is fascinating, something he had never seen before. Just proof that even one as old as he has not been witness to all that reality has to offer.]

It is how I have always been. [Something in his tone hints he is faintly amused by the question.] Many other of my kind are similar.

[He doesn't move his head very much, but it's clear he's not speaking to Tris with his next words.]

Dreh hi lost faal Thu'um?

[stormsinbraids]

Huh. [ Tris watches him a bit more. ]

My world didn't have dragons.

[ Probably a little unneccessarily, given her question.

Chime climbs atop Tris' braided hair, peering up.

Her reply is a mix of clinking chiming noises - like glass shards falling together. Its a very curious noise, at least. ]

[wayofvoice]

[There's a thoughtful deep rumbling noise at the tinier dragon's reply. It's a shame that it does not appear to be one of his kind, but the other is still very fascinating regardless. There will be time for that later. Right now, he does not want to appear too rude, and speaks again to Tris.]

You may be better for it. Before we continue further, however, introductions should be made. I am Paarthurnax.

[stormsinbraids]

Tris.

[ The girl is used to people paying more attention to Chime than her, unless it was due to fear. ]

And this is Chime.

[wayofvoice]

Drem yol lok, Tris and Chimes. My thanks for accepting my presence.

[Destruction spells and arrows are something he'd be more expecting in any Skyrim settlement.]

Would it be any trouble if you could answer the questions of an old dovah such as myself?

[stormsinbraids]

[ Those words are getting filed away to ask about later. ]

If you meant to cause trouble, I don't think you'd be sitting out here.

[ She's just terribly practical about it. ]

I can answer what I know.

[wayofvoice]

[Well, that is as much as he can ask for.]

What is this place? I know of no such place that could be found on the mundane world of mortals where I am from.

[stormsinbraids]

Its called the Bastion - and its what's left. The part that's below - all paths that seem stuck together without anything holding them up - that's the Skyway. Bastion is safe, but down there has creatures.

[ Although she pauses, eyeing the dragon again. ]

although I think you'd probably just find them to be snacks.

[wayofvoice]

[A deep kind of rumbling sound that seems to be a chuckle.]

I did not want to waste my Thu'um on such small creatures, especially as the threat was not high. Such things barely fit in my claws, so I am afraid that my jaws were the only option I had available to me.