Second Word :: Day 119

[wayofvoice]

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.

Comments

[wayofvoice]

"It would only be proper." Paarthurnax gives a nod. "Every dovah should know their language." What does it matter that Ryu is not quite like the dragons of Nirn? It would be like a Altmer saying Dunmer were no elves. (Which, to be fair, had no doubt happened at some point. So many mer were vain in ways that often got them killed.) Paarthurnax was certain that they were all of the same origin in some way, and did not think himself arrogant enough to presume how. He was not his brother. He did not consider himself a god.

"This is a good place to start, then. The alphabet is a simple thing."

[amnesiadragon]

"... Thank you."

He smiles up at Paarthurnax a little, and goes over the characters with his hand.

"I guess it'd be hard to write on paper with how big you are..."

[wayofvoice]

"It would be difficult for other reasons, as well." His talons tap along the earth. "You said a friend was assisting with your name? Ryu.." A low rumble in his throat as he goes over the name in his mind. Going by sounds alone...

His dull claws begin to sink into the earth and move with purpose, something Paarthurnax seems to manage with a surprising amount of grace considering things. When he's done, he shuffles back to reveal three particular characters written in the dirt.

[amnesiadragon]

Ryu blinks a little, and studies the characters carefully. He kneels down and copies them down next to it a little shakily.

It's not great, but it's passable.

[wayofvoice]

Paarthurnax observes closely, and gives a nod. "A bit of practice, to make your symbols sharper... Words are important, and it is best to make them clear." His head bobs in the direction of the stone wall he's brought into the Bastion.

"This will always be here as reference, should you need it."

[amnesiadragon]

"Thank you."

He considers his own thoughts for a moment, and then looks back up at Paarthurnax. "... Can you tell me more about yourself? Like... things you like to do, food you like to eat..."

[wayofvoice]

What he likes to do? Hmm... When's the last time anyone asked him about himself like that? A very long time, although Paarthurnax cannot recall the exact date. Perhaps a novice to the Greybeards, a long time ago, tentative of voice and only meeting him by accident.

"I meditate often on the Voice and to calm my own nature. I inquired to the state of the world, now and then, but mostly the stories that were told. You can learn more of the state of the world by what the bards say." As for food? He's never been picky, venturing down in the cover of Skyrim's night and snatching whatever roamed the plains and was far from civilization. "It has been some time since I have had mammoth flesh.."

[amnesiadragon]

"You don't really do anything for fun?"

That seems kind of sad, grandpadragon.

[wayofvoice]

Wow, it sounds depressing when you say it like that.

Paarthurnax makes the winged equivalent of a shrug. "I suppose I am content when flying. Being able to do so freely is... pleasant."

[amnesiadragon]

"It sounds like it. The Wind Dragon was always flying. We had to go up in the sky just to talk to him."

[wayofvoice]

"It is another thing that is in our nature, I suppose." The smile is apparent in Paarthurnax's voice. "If a creature is blessed with wings, then one must use them."

[amnesiadragon]

"I can't really fly. Not on purpose, at least." Kaiser form is uh. Something else. "It seems like fun, though."

He looks over at the stone again, thinking. "I wonder how many people here don't know how to write. We could all have lessons together."

[wayofvoice]

"I would not be opposed to teaching any who wish to learn. Knowledge is strength, after all." And for more than the Thu'um, Paarthurnax knows this well enough. "If you speak with any who express such desire, direct them to me."

[amnesiadragon]

"I will." He nods seriously, and looks over at the fish again.

"I should probably get these over to the distillery so they can be cooked. If you ever want some fish though I'd be happy to catch some for you."