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thebastion2013-10-18 09:38 am
wayofvoice) wrote in thebastion2013-10-18 09:38 am
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Second Word :: Day 119
Who: Paarthurnax and anyone who decides to talk with him
Open: Open
When: Throughout the day of Day 119
Where: By the river and apartments
What: An old dovah decides to spread his ways.
Format: Any
It is no secret by now that every "morning", Paarthurnax takes to the air and heads to the Skyway. It's actually probably hard to ignore it- you know, with the sound of giant wingbeats and the distinctly dragon-shaped shadow which passes over the Bastion. It's not a very long trip and, while Paarthurnax himself doesn't exactly explain them, the Pecker feathers in his jaws usually say enough.
Today, however, anyone paying attention might notice that the old dragon takes a bit longer than usual to return. Perhaps an hour over when he usually returns. There's no reason for alarm, because he comes back eventually... Just with a large slab of rock clutched in his talons. The weight of it means he moves a bit slower than usual, but he makes sure not to damage anything with it before landing the rock not too far from the river. It takes some work to force it into the earth so that it can stand upright, and some more work still to adjust it with his head so that it stands straight... But soon enough, there's a rock with some symbols carved onto it. Coincidentally, Paarthurnax's talons seem to be a bit more dull...
Paarthurnax himself is quite content as he looks over the rock, more or less the size of a wall and with jagged edges.
Open: Open
When: Throughout the day of Day 119
Where: By the river and apartments
What: An old dovah decides to spread his ways.
Format: Any
It is no secret by now that every "morning", Paarthurnax takes to the air and heads to the Skyway. It's actually probably hard to ignore it- you know, with the sound of giant wingbeats and the distinctly dragon-shaped shadow which passes over the Bastion. It's not a very long trip and, while Paarthurnax himself doesn't exactly explain them, the Pecker feathers in his jaws usually say enough.
Today, however, anyone paying attention might notice that the old dragon takes a bit longer than usual to return. Perhaps an hour over when he usually returns. There's no reason for alarm, because he comes back eventually... Just with a large slab of rock clutched in his talons. The weight of it means he moves a bit slower than usual, but he makes sure not to damage anything with it before landing the rock not too far from the river. It takes some work to force it into the earth so that it can stand upright, and some more work still to adjust it with his head so that it stands straight... But soon enough, there's a rock with some symbols carved onto it. Coincidentally, Paarthurnax's talons seem to be a bit more dull...
Paarthurnax himself is quite content as he looks over the rock, more or less the size of a wall and with jagged edges.
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Rin neared the stone, resting a hand against it gently. It was cool, as was to be expected, but her fingers traced along the etching that had been clawed in to it.
"All that school stuff was what my sister was good at, not me..."
A faint smile twitched on her lips, and for a moment she imagined how fascinated Yuki might be at the idea of seeing another language that wasn't of their world.
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"In the lands where I was from, that was apparent by the groups which formed. Your sibling may have fared better amongst the mages' colleges, or with the bards, both groups who knew the strength in words and knowledge."
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"Sounds like her. She was a genius even when we were little, and she's-- ... she was the youngest exorcist in the Order."